Ava Hunter, the young spoiled daughter of Sir Gabriel Hunter was the least ready for the surprise that awaited her in New Orleans and the events that would come to reshape her purpose. In a new environment with a new version of herself, she comes face to face with Marcelo, the impassive second son to the Don of one of the most notorious gangs in the country, the gang that murdered her mother. Marcelo on his own part will have to deal with uncovering his real identity, earning his father's love and admitting his vulnerability to the course of fate: Ava. Will resilient Ava let the drive of rage from unraveled mysteries cast a cloak over the blossoming love between her and the son of her archenemy or will passion grab the wheel and steer her off the course she had set her heart on?.
"Boss, he has refused to speak" the capo reported, a tinge of disappointment evident in his voice
With his back against the door and his balled fists in the pockets of his black silk pants, Rodriguez stood facing the window without uttering a word for the first few seconds. He let the deafening silence pass before he cleared his throat and tossed a half-smoked cigarette into the ash tray. His patience was waning gradually with each day and had even begun to dissipate faster when he learned of the futile efforts. How could he not have suspected that that bastard had something up his sleeves the entire time? his instincts were right about him from the onset but he had let the weakness of mercy tamper with his judgment. What results did that fetch him?, an unprepared confrontation with the police that led to the loss of three of his trusted men, soon to be four after he had dealt with that scumbag.
Turning sharply, he inhaled deeply and stared ahead of the capo with a hardened expression,
"Make him speak before midnight, there's not much patience and time left" and then because it was necessary, he added, "I'll see him at dawn".
That was definitely going to be the last face the captive would see before he was shot twice in the head from behind, the usual execution style. The capo nodded and took his leave just as the agonizing groans of a man erupted into the silence.
It was almost twilight outside the villa, the trees rustled lightly as the soft wind blew gently across. The seemingly quarrelsome chirpings of birds were the only sounds that pierced the quietness, behind the villa there was a shooting ground where the two sons of the Don spent most of their mornings firing shots and throwing knives after work outs. Rodriguez stepped into the range and pulled out his pistol, aiming at the centre of the board he shot twice and fixed the bore on the board with a long enraged stare.
"I think you should see him yourself if nothing is improving" Russell had joined him while he was lost in his roaming thoughts. The lad was the closest to understanding how his father thought and analyzed a difficult situation, which was one of the similarities they shared. His footsteps echoed as he advanced towards his father and took his position beside him, a gust of wind brushed the hem of his unbuttoned shirt.
"I intend to do that by dawn, he was one of my most trusted men. Brad knew so much about the family and left me with no reason to suspect him, although I had my qualms"
"It's unlike you father", he paused to cast a glance at him before he continued, "Brad always had this unsettling aura about him from when i first met him, always curious about everything even matters that clearly were out of his line of concern"
"He didn't seem like much trouble then"
"Now he is and even more, I fear his accomplice might also be one of us"
Rodriguez stole a glance at him before speaking," I feel the same, that son a of a bastard took me for a fool"
"Humiliating indeed, I doubt I would have had your patience to keep him breathing this long" Russell's voice had a touch of contempt as he made the last statement
"He trained you, Russell and your brother as well" Rodriguez caught his breath and continued," but that does not exempt him from the punishment of a traitor". Father and son exchanged knowing glances, with the latter wearing a sinister smile on his face as they strutted back to the house.
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The sound of a phone ringing woke Ava from her sleep with a start; she had not recovered from the hangover of the previous night's binge drinking at one of her friend's house party. The rays of sunlight that penetrated the window hit her eyes harshly causing her to squint them as soon as she opened them. Letting out a yawn, she stretched her hand across the pillow and clutched her phone, turned it to see who the caller was. Her head was banging loudly and the noise from the lawn mower few meters from her window was not alleviating the annoying situation.
Resolving to call back who it was later in the day, she threw her legs over the bed and slipped them into her pair of flip flops, heading to the bathroom. Her head was going to ache for a while but that was it, this wasn't the first time so she was used to it. It was only a sign of the good time she enjoyed, at least one that Becky's boyfriend's absence added to. He was a complete dumb ass, she thought, how could he even have the guts to be hitting on her while he was with her girlfriend, she thought of telling Becky that he was not worth keeping but on second thought ditched the idea as quickly as it arose. She was not going to be the reason Becky was breaking up with her 5th boyfriend a month after her birthday.
Ava found the whole situation laughable and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips as she brushed her teeth, staring at her reflection in the mirror and only looking away when she spat into the sink. In no time, she finished her routine of cleaning up and made downstairs for breakfast. The table was covered with a crisp white tablecloth with a subtle sheen and a beautiful floral arrangement at the centre; four fine china plates were set at each place setting and a sparkling glass of freshly squeezed orange juice filled almost to the brim at the left of each plate. At the right of each plate were sterling silver utensils of fork, spoon and knife, a warm golden brown basket of freshly baked pastries and bread sat at the center of the table with a selection of pineapple and raspberry jellies, jams and honey ready to be served.
Ava took her seat adjacent to the lone figure that was already seated at the table. Noah and their mother arrived few minutes later as was their habit, Noah being the last as he slid noiselessly onto his seat adjusting the pair of glasses that sat askew on his freckled nose bridge.
Hunter's hoarse voice interrupted the silence first, "Ava, mind telling us why you broke curfew last night?"
It was an expected question yet it found a way of jabbing at Ava's nerve everytime it was asked, the irritation was almost noticeable in her voice as she responded,
"Something happened", that was all. That was all she was going to say despite the deafening silence that followed, fighting the urge to meet the gazes of her mother and brother whom she was certain had their eyes fixed on her. She picked up her glass of fruit juice and focused on sipping it slowly
"That's not enough explanation for why you've broken curfew four times already in a week" her father's voice was rising with each word, Ava could sense the provocation in his tone as he spoke but did she care, of course not. He seemed to be fond of remonstrating whatever she did, her decisions, her lifestyle; they were never anything he would agree with. In worst scenarios, he would compare her with her brother and conclude with an air of finality on how irredeemable her fate was. But today his expression was strange, a rueful countenance swept over his features unmatching the familiar hint of annoyance in his tone. Unsure of what to make of her observation, she set her glass on the table and shot a defiant look in his direction.
"Dad, maybe if you stopped demanding explanations for everything I....."
"Watch your tone, young lady" he cut her short
"There's nothing wrong with my tone" her voice had a sardonic touch as she retorted, her appetite had suddenly disappeared in the exchange that was slowly heating up. Just when the heated argument was close to hitting the mark, Rachel interjected,
" Honey, why don't we talk this over later? the day's still very young I'll wager that Ava must have reasons for not returning early yesterday", her soft voice subsided the tension which was confirmed when Hunter returned to pick a slice of bread from his plate without uttering a word, only drawing in a sharp breath as an agreement. Noah's indifferent expression remained on his face throughout the rest of the breakfast which lasted not up to an hour's quarter before Hunter wiped his lips and abandoned part of his meal on the table. He was still annoyed with her, which was all Ava could tell, ignoring the other inferences that sprang in her mind.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!