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CLEOPATRA

I let down the zipper of my dress. My dress flowed down to the ground. I saw a sudden flash in his eyes. A flash of lust.

I walked out of the dress and stood before him just wearing my underwear.

"Now, You will take your bath with the door open. I want to watch you wash yourself.”

Each order he called made my body shudder. I nodded and turned into the bathroom. I left the door ajar and began to take my bath.

My hands were slippery each time I tried to wash my body. The soap always slipped off my hands and each time I squat to pick it up, I hear him release a moan.

I was done with my bath under the lustful gaze of my captor. I walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my chest.

"Let it loose,” He gestured at the towel. With shaky hands, I stripped it off.

His eyes glowered as he feasted his eyes on my cunt.

“Dress up," I turned around and picked up the dress at his command.

I wore the dress and struggled to zip up. I heard a shuffle and he was right behind me. He held my hands. His touch was cold and icy against mine.

Chills ran down my spine. I held my breath.

His fingers grazed the back of my neck. It felt like a syringe was run into me. My chest tightened. I curled my fist tight into a ball.

“Easy, Little girl." He moaned in my ears and nibbled on my ear lobes.

“Make me proud tonight. Else I will wipe out your entire family."

My shoulders slacked. I thought of Aunt and her little boy. I nodded. He took my hands into his palms. It was tiny and his hands covered mine.

He led me out of the room. We got to the garage, got into an already prepared car which throttled once we were sitting.

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VALENTINE

Today's mission is going to be a smooth one. I and the guys packed up ready to leave. We are launching an attack on St. Georgie's casino. It belongs to Don Rossini. And what's even more interesting?

Don Rossini is paying a visit to the casino. The mission is to destroy the casino as a vendetta to what he did to my family — Corenza.

A hand rested on my shoulder, pressing lightly more like a pat.

“Valentine, Keep your head on the mission."

If it isn't Rossetti, the underboss of the Corenza clan.

His face was stern when I looked up to him.

"Sure. Rossetti. Have I ever failed?”

"No,” He flashed a toothy grin.

"Remember, destroy the casino. Don't inflict direct harm on Don Rossini.”

My lips curled in a grin. Rossetti knows I always do what I want.

“If I get an opportunity, I won't fail," I tap his shoulder and turned around.

I could feel his cold eyes boring into the back of my head as I left.

"All set. Let's roll,” Marcelo, my right hand commanded. The troupe rolled out of the mansion. Our cars glided down the cold and empty streets of Chicago.

I could feel blood rushing through my veins. I folded my hands till my knuckles turned white.

We were a few feet away from the casino. The lights from the casino spread across the space. We drove around the building, parking a few distance away from the casino.

The first squad entered the casino. They were to set the timer bomb. It would blow off in….

A loud sound echoed from a part of the casino. The roof and the walls blew off. There is chaos and yelling. I watched with relishment and my jaws set.

The second squad trouped in to wipe off the rest of the casualty.

Don Rossini's soldiers are screaming and yelling loudly in Spanish.

I wrapped the glove around my hands and wore my mask. I stepped out with Marcelo falling into step behind me. I walked into the casino. It is a disaster.

Bodies sprawled on the floor losing one or two of its members. Smoke rose high in the sky. I scanned through the smoky haze.

My lips curled in a smirk when I saw the lousy old man trying to run away. Our eyes met. His eyes narrowed in fear. One of his soldiers held him and began to lead him out. He looked on with fear as I kept my gaze on him and walked after them.

Shattering glasses drifted from one of the rooms. A few pieces of it flew in my direction. I was quick to duck.

I pulled open the curtains. I caught a glimpse of the silhouette of a small figure skidding out of the room. It looked feminine.

Two dead bodies of Don Rossini's men sprawled on the floor in their own blood with their tongues out and eyes open.

“Boss, Come on. Let's leave," Marcelo said in a hushed tone.

There are wails of sirens blaring from afar. And I left the room.

I still needed to say hello to Don Rossini. He couldn't have left. His car is always parked at the alleyway each time he visits the casino. I ran down to the passageway that led out in the alleyway.

The alleyway was quiet and cold. The chirping of crickets was the only sound I could hear. The alleyway was illuminated by the streetlights. There was no single soul out here.

He left already. I casted my gaze to the floor. I could see tire marks.

Convinced, he had already left. I retraced my steps back to the casino. But I saw her again. She crouched over at a corner.

She looked helpless. The clattering of her teeth reached my ears.I tried to move away but her frail form pulled me back to her.

“Why are you here?" I asked my voice thick and deep, my fingers played with my holster at my waist band.

She raised her head from the crook of her folded knees. Her eyes captured my attention.

Her eyes swallowed my entirety. I was speechless and only stared at her. She was shivering terribly. Her dress, once elegant, is now in shreds and barely covering up her body.

“Please Sir, Help me," Her voice cracked, maybe from being out in the cold. Her voice was soft and velvety. I let down my guard completely.

I noticed her eyes were red, “Please Sir, Save me. I don't want to go back to him." She pleaded once more, grasping one of my legs. My fingers slipped from the holster and held her shoulders. She shuddered. I saw a glint of fear flash in her eyes.