LOGIN"I have to get outta here," Stefano said, glancing down at his wristwatch."You are obviously not a patient man," Renata commented. "We haven't even claimed our prize yet, Stefano.""And that's where you come in," Stefano stated. "I gave you the girl, be grateful." Dino approached him. "Boss, we are running late. Buscetta just called again." "The bloody fool can wait a while."Dino sighed, and returned to stand at his former position, while Renata said to Stefano. "You really should be mindful of how you treat your business associates, you know. At least treat them with a little respect, Stefano.""And what would you know about running a business?" Stefano asked drily."I own a burlesque, remember?" Stefano scoffed. "And I'm a mafia boss. You can't compare that to your burlesque." He said the last word in spite. "You entertain, I negotiate and call the shots. In my business, respect is earned, not bought.""I wouldn't say otherwise, but what makes good business is your way of asso
"You win then, madam Renata! The vedova nera is sold! She's all yours!" Armo announced, then turned to his personal guard, Efisio, and whispered- "Go bring me the black widow."Efisio nodded, while Armo turned and smiled back at the little crowd. He glanced at the Abbess who had been standing beside him throughout the whole transaction. "Madam Felicia. I see you are here all alone. Where's your little wench?" He teased."She has taken ill," the abbess simply answered."I see," Armo said, eyeing her for a few seconds when Efisio returned and whispered to him."Se n'è andata. Se ne sono andate tutte." (She's gone. They are all gone). He said.Armo's brow creased with a frown. "What do you mean by she's gone? Are you fucking outta your mind? That's impossible!""Boss, I checked. They are all gone," he repeated"And the damn guards I stationed outside their door?""Knocked out cold." Armo ground his jaw in anger. "I sure hope it is not what I'm thinking." Then he smiled evilly when a t
We do it now," Sarah said. "There is no better time than now. We may do it scared but we do it now. Are you all ready?" She glanced from one woman to the other, except Anita who was absent."I'm as nervous as a mouse in a trap," Yin whined."Maybe we should all cancel this whole thing and remain here. This is too much of a risk to take." Florence skeptically added. "I mean, I'm going to get out of here anyway since I have been bought, and my buyer might be kind enough to even let me see my baby again, but if we are caught, what Armo might do to us might be worse than death.""Florence, there's zero possibility that your buyer might treat you better than Armo does. No good person buys another person. We have come this far already, and we can't just change our minds now, not when Gladys has accepted to help us. We can’t back down now. Who knows? This might be the only shot at freedom we might ever get. How can we give up this soon before we even get started?!" Sarah said. "Well, it is
Gladys stealthily moved down the dark hallway, warily glancing around her every now and then. She went up a short flight of stairs, and continued down another hallway. She was almost at the end of it when an arm suddenly came out of nowhere and seized her and pulled her into a dark corner, and before she could scream, a soft hand clamped down over her mouth. "Shrrr!" Sarah said, craning her neck to the side to glance at the empty hallway, to be sure that Gladys wasn't followed. "It's just me," she finally whispered. Gladys relaxed a bit, when she realized that it was Sarah. When Sarah removed her hand from her mouth, she turned around and whispered too, "Sorry, I thought it was Efisio, Armo's personal guard. He always sneaks up on me and..." She trailed off, casting down her eyes in shame and pain. "Don't worry, you don't have to say it. I understand quite well what goes on within these walls," Sarah whispered. "You asked me to come, why?" Gladys asked now, readjusting her a
Sarah stomped into the dormitory and yanked off her red wimple, tossing it away, then she slumped on her bed and angrily kicked off her red heels. The other women walked past her to their various beds, feeling exhausted."Could you stop fuming?!" Anita said. "You'll get over it.""What was the meaning of that?! I'll stick a pike down Armo's throat if I ever get the chance!" Sarah fumed, casting a disgusting look at the red wimple lying on the floor. "The obnoxious costume!" She spat in distaste. "He literally made a mockery of me by making me wear these out there!" "What do you expect?" Florence asked. "Ever since you came, you have been the revolting untamable little princess. Just this week during breakfast, you stabbed your fork into a guard's collar bone. What were you thinking?! And in the past few days you have gotten into one trouble or the other with the guards, do you have a death wish, Sarah?""Yin taught me to defend myself with a fork, and besides, the pervert deserved
They walked up the podium and positioned themselves in a long line from one end of the podium to the other.Stefano watched in silence like the other guests but noticed that one of the girls stood out. Unlike the others, she was dressed in a red latex gown, matching heels and a beautified mask over her eyes and she reluctantly stopped near the door instead of joining the others up on the stage. She had the number ‘one’ tag pinned to her bikini bottom on her hip, the tag hanging over her thigh. And from the way she acted, he could tell how very uncomfortable she was as she scanned the room as if looking for someone or something.Her eyes kept darting around the walls, and he could have sworn that not only was she taking in the patrons present, she was secretly counting the armed guards and counting all the exits too. Was she planning an escape?He had hoped that their gazes would lock, but hers just flitted past him like he was as insignificant as the others."Aren't they just a love
“What do we do?” Fred asked as he paced the living room, one hand on his hip and the other on his head. He was greatly distressed unlike Helen who comfortably sat in the couch, watching him go back and forth.“Do you think she is really serious about becoming a nun?”
"I want to be a nun." Declared Sarah.Her father sauntered out of his wine bar, holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a burning cigar between the fingers of his other hand. "Another ploy you brought from Chicago to rattle my chains, uh?" He casually asked, putting the cigar between h
Sarah had been voted as Prom Queen, but she had never spited Helen in any way with her social status, even when Helen didn't want to attend the prom because she had no date, Sarah had fixed her a date with one of the popular guys in school.After high school, she had also insisted Helen go to the s
Sarah slowly parked her Mercedes CLK next to the black Chevrolet Camaro in front of the house. She got down the car and smiled, noticing the lights glowing in one of the rooms upstairs; lights meant someone was home and that, also was her fiancé.The thought that she was really going to enjoy surpr







