☠️ UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: sëx AND POWER 🔞
CHAPTER 25
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
Tears rolled down Mirabella’s cheeks as the priest murmured, “May he rest in peace,” and made the sign of the cross. Heavy rain soaked her, but she couldn’t move from her father’s grave.
“Papa!!” She cried loudly while Santino held her tight.
She tried getting off his grip but couldn’t.”Let me go!” She muttered sniffing in.
After a few hours, the rain finally soaked her and then dried on her body. Feeling sluggish, she climbed into her car, and Santino quickly sped away.
Across from the cemetery, there was another black car that had been watching them the whole time.
“I really can’t stand seeing Bunny cry so much. It’s not like Mr. Leonardo was a good father,” Marco said, hissing as he started his engine and sped away.
𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄:
“You should eat something,” Santino suggested, taking off Mirabella’s jacket.
“I’m not hungry,” she replied before walking into the bathroom and slamming the door heavily.
Shivering from the cold, she decided to immerse herself in the bathtub. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, hoping that all these nightmares would eventually fade away.
After a few minutes, she fell asleep. Santino gently opened the door, lifted her out of the bathtub, and placed her on the bed. She was naked, but he covered her with the duvet.
He touched her forehead and realized she had a fever. “Oh, great,” he muttered and lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his chest, and he smiled.
He began to stroke her hair as if she were a baby, but stopped when he noticed that Mirabella was still crying. His shirt had already become damp from her tears. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly.
Her phone rang, and he picked it up. “Mi amor,” Vincenzo’s voice came through, and Santino rolled his eyes.
“She doesn’t want to speak with you!” Santino replied, earning a groan from Vincenzo.
“Oh, I suppose it’s her little puppy? Where the heck is Mirabella? I’m not asking you twice!” Vincenzo demanded, making Santino scoff.
“As if you own her? I love her, and I believe she doesn’t need anyone else but me,” Santino asserted, prompting a soft chuckle from Vincenzo.
“It’s amusing how you think you’re worthy of her,” Vincenzo retorted before ending the call.
Santino glanced at Mirabella, who was now asleep, before deleting the call log.
“Ugh!” Mirabella groaned, turning around. She opened her eyes, meeting Santino’s gaze.
“You can’t fall asleep?” he inquired, and she nodded before sitting up.
“I’m sorry about that. Need coffee or tea? You’re running a fever,” he suggested, and she rubbed her eyes.
“Coffee, cappuccino, please!” she requested. Santino got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to prepare a cappuccino for her.
“Here you go!” he said, handing her the cup of coffee.
“Thanks!” she muttered as she sipped it.
“What’s our next step?” Santino asked, and she bit her lower lip.
“I don’t know, I’m confused,” she admitted, resting her head on the pillow.
“I know this might not be the right time to say this, but I think we need to leave this place,” Santino suggested. She shot him a fierce glare.
“You want me to leave everything behind?” she half-yelled.
“How do you feel now!? Don’t you want to have the normal life you’ve always dreamt of? A trip to Dubai just to explore, not for drug business. A visit to Africa to see wild animals and so much more!” Santino argued, placing his hand on her lap.
“But… this is all I have! This is my home. I can’t run away from here!”
“I’m not asking you to run away!”
“I, Mirabella D’angelo, can never, ever run away because of an illegitimate daughter!” she retorted, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Will you marry me?” He asked, and Mirabella raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“What!? This is no time for jokes!” She snapped, her tone filled with disbelief.
“I’m not joking. I would never jest about something as important as you,” he assured her sincerely.
Mirabella, taken aback, set her coffee cup on the table and turned to face him, her arms folded.
“Marry you? Do you realize what you’re asking of me?” Mirabella questioned him, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
He smiled gently and nodded. “Of course. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I love you! I love you like I’ve been enchanted, and every day without you feels like hell,” he confessed openly.
“Okay, look, this is a lot to take in,” she responded, stepping down from the bed.
“I need some fresh air,” she said and attempted to leave the room, but Santino swiftly followed her and closed the door before she could reach it.
“Marry me, Mirabella D’angelo!” he insisted, his determination unwavering.
“Santino, move out of the way!” she retorted, her emotions in turmoil.
“I refuse! I can’t bear to watch you endure this pain day in and day out,” he declared, his eyes welling up with tears.
“Do you think you’re the only one who’s hurting? No! I’m deeply hurt, too. Seeing you in this state makes me want to go insane. Do you have any idea how tormented I am watching Vincenzo Salvatore touch you?” he asked, and Mirabella held her head, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.
She began to retreat, and Santino continued to speak, desperately trying to convey his feelings.
“Sant… I think… ah!” He cried out as a sudden, sharp headache overwhelmed him, and he slumped forward.
Santino managed to catch her just before she collapsed onto the ground.
“Mirabella!. Bella!” He called but got no response.
𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄
Inside the dark room, Vincenzo sat down smoking and drinking at the same time. He was shirtless, his tattoo body screaming the word “Sin”.
The door opened and a girl walked in.She was putting on a uniform dress.
She looked young, maybe at the age of eighteen or nineteen.
“Strip!” His husky voice came and the girl obeyed.
She removed her dress completely, her gaze on the floor.
“Face the wall” He said and she walked over to the wall.
The girl shut her eyes, not knowing when his th-ru_st was gonna hit her.
From what she heard, he always has a rough sëx style with his dolls or pets.
“Uhm. Ah!” She gasped out, feeling his ÇOçk on her tight pu$$¥.
She bit her lip hard as she felt his two hands on her shoulder, pinning her to the wall.
“Ahh! Uhm!” She Mõ@ned loudly, as he slammed in and out of her
“Fuçk!” She cursed and her mouth, although he was giving it to her hard, but no one told her how crazy it felt being Fuçked by the Mafia lord.
“Uhmmmm” She Mõ@ned softly. Her mouth parted as he increased his pace, hitting her roughly and fast.
She whimpered loudly as she felt something warm, dripping from her legs.
“Fuçk!. Yes! Fuçk!!” She cried loudly, as he became more energetic, hitting her G-spot harshly.
“Ahhhh!!! Master!. Fuçk!” She cried, feeling tears roll down her eyes.
She whimpered as he dragged her and she knelt down.
Even a dumb @$$ understands what he wants at this point. A blow job!.
And held his d_1ck and inserted it into her mouth. She curved half of it and he pushed her head more and she coughed.
“Take them all!!” Vincenzo shouted and slapped her across.
The girl flinched and continued sucking it in, he felt no pressure, maybe because he was used to Mirabella.
“Ughhh!!!” He groaned angrily and pulled out. “Leave!. Just get out!” He ordered and the girl rushed out.
He wore his trousers and took his gun.
“Vernon!” He called and he entered the room.
“Why can’t I get a good Fuçking Bîtch to Fuçk!?” He shouted and Vernon swallowed.
“Where’s Valerie? Why the hell is that woman?” Vincenzo inquired vehemently, his frustration bubbling over.
“She’s dead” Vernon calmly responded, a hint of apprehension in his voice, and Vincenzo’s irritation was palpable.
“Tell me a more convincing story!” he demanded, his tone sharp, and Vernon instinctively took a step back.
“Well, you see, it’s like this—Valerie’s identical twin somehow infiltrated our empire and, tragically, put an end to her,” Vernon explained nervously, his hands trembling.
“Really!? That implies our empire’s security must have failed,” Vincenzo mused aloud, his gun menacingly pressed against his own forehead.
“Give me one compelling reason not to end you right now!” he growled, his finger ominously close to the trigger.
“Because I’ve managed to trace Escobar and his henchmen!” Vernon exclaimed urgently, the words bursting forth loudly.
Vincenzo rolled his eyes in exasperation, slowly lowering the gun. “Get out of my sight,” he ordered, his anger still simmering as he swiftly exited the room.
*****
Ahhh!” Valeria screamed loudly as the hot iron was pressed onto her lap.
“Name?” Vincenzo asked, and she exhaled heavily.
“Madonna,” she replied, and he nodded.
“Madonna, huh?” He turned to face Vernon.
“She refused to say a word, huh? What’s she saying now, numbers?” He retorted, and Vernon nodded and shook his head almost simultaneously.
“I’m sorry, Boss,” he apologized, and Vincenzo clenched his fist.
“Who sent you?” He asked, pouring his gin into a cup.
“I’m alone,” she replied.
Vincenzo smirked and poured the dry gin on her face, eliciting an agonizing scream from her throat.
“Alone? Those gadgets you have, they’re worth millions. And here you are, blabbing that you’re alone!” He smiled.
“Let me guess, Diego Vickers? He’s the only one stupid enough to send an amateur to me,” he said, and Madonna chuckled.
“Why can’t I stop myself from falling in love with you!? Has anyone told you how handsome you are?” Madonna asked and he smiled.
“Have anyone told you how it feels in hell?Cause I’m about to send you off” He replied and Vernon opened the drawer. Displaying different kinds of knives.
He brought out one and Madonna exhaled feeling uneasy.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt that bad” He muttered as he pulled her hair backwards.
The moment the knife cut through her cleavages. She bit her lip hard, trying not to scream.
“Fuçk!. Just kill me already!!” She cried, as tears and sweats rolled down her cheeks.
Hee body was all filled with cuts, and blood gushing out from her nose, mouth and stomach.
No doubt, she won’t last another day in this empire.
“Fine!… It was Diego who sent me here.Stop!. Fuçk!… my body is burning” She cried loudly.
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