by Ingrid Walsh
- he informs me. - He revealed that discovered the identity of the woman who contacted. The woman used her despite with your Highness and the Princess, urging him to plant the news media. - The woman? - inquire in confusion. - Si, a woman. Everything indicates that we have a couple as mastermind of the attacks. A sketch was done as described by Paolo. he pulls a pocket envelope and removes a sheet inside. Shock takes me when I see the familiar face of the beautiful brunette. - Cum! - shave, picking up the paper, peering intently. It's her, I have no doubt. Fucking bitch! - And the man? You have some likeness? No -. Shakes his head, scowling. - He is very careful, never showed Montessola. But that's not all, Your Highness. Paolo was sexually involved with the woman and a night of drinking, she went out and the young man took the opportunity to investigate their belongings because, according to his account, was already suspicious of her and knew he had taken a bad step making contact with Angliotti . - the room is all in silence, listening to him. - He found several passports with different names, including one whose name caught my attention. - Which name? - Dam growls in frustration. - Luciane Edwards, Your Highness. - Falconi says, turning to Dam. I gather eyebrows, confused at first, then the name sink in me. Luciane. Damn, Tony's sister! - What?! - babbling. - You did not tell me that she and Tony were dead? He grinds his teeth, showing his frustration with this damn puzzle game. - I thought you, Mike Prince. Checked all girl's family, the year in which the fire occurred. All beat. The number of bodies found. The reports of the examiners contained the brothers had died. - he stares at me with an expression that makes my hair stand on end. - But now I think like her sister, Anthony Edwards continues living in London under another identity. Christ! And the surprises do not stop this story. Even the dead are resurrected. - You asked me if I think Daniel is part of it? Before it was just my intuition, now the points being linked bit by bit. I'm betting all my chips that Tony found a way to be part of your life again, gain their trust, given the name of ... - he stops, making a dramatic effect fucking and hear growling Dam. - Daniel Slatam. Holy Mother. His suspicion is like a punch in my chin, leaving me breathless, knocking me. No, God. I feel the knife go deeper into my back. Daniel was my enemy this time? Fucked my loyal friend, my damn best man? Crispus my fists. Then I stop, bile rising in my throat, filling me absolute horror. Oh, my God, when the new sub boasted was talking about Ella? Agony fills me. That bastard was taking advantage of my girl? No, God, no! I'll kill him! Tears of pure hate. revenge tears burn my eyes. I'll boot your leather. All your fucking leather, without remorse! - Something's not hitting ... Daniel is very rich. - Dam grinds his teeth. He's so pissed off as I am. - Tony was just a street ... bandidinho - faces the agent. - Where did so much money? He wrinkles his nose and I know we do not have the answer to that. - I not regard me to the question when checked Carl Turner earlier this week, Your Highness. But the prison where Antony served time when it reached the age of majority is the same in that the former partner of Prince Jayden was imprisoned until his death, there is a ssemana.
- So, what do you mean, agent? - My father asks interested, reflecting my thoughts. - My theory is that Turner may have taken Tony under his tutelage and fed whatever the feeling of revenge that young aimlessly had against Prince Mike. - he stares at us one by one. This is the most consistent theory to explain all the accumulated wealth by Daniel, if he is really Anthony Edwards. - Sons of bitches! - my dad range, rising as well. - So even arrested, that pile of shit Carl may have been plotting against my family? I should have killed the unhappy when I had the chance! - cries with a palpable anger. - For now they are just theories, gentlemen. - Falconi adds soothingly. - I hope to have something more concrete to the late afternoon. We waved. My mind is already away, trying to remember how it was my first contact with Tony / Daniel and his sister in adulthood. - What about the murder of Celina and Angliotti? - the king asks. - According to Montessola, Luciane killed them. Celina was Paolo lover from a young age. I snort. Although I suspected by his reaction when I accused him of killing her. The unfortunate looked sense. - Also according to Paolo, he came to Celina's house and found the killer there, drinking the blood of the girl. - new wave of profanity and horrified expressions sound between us. Drinking blood?
- Luciane used this death as a message to Paolo so did not dare babble. - What a bizarre fuck? We are dealing with a vampire woman? - Uncle Dom snorts. - Celina was forced to write a letter in which he took the blame for the spread of slander and a passion that never existed by Prince Mike. Exhale, feeling bad that she died because of me, somehow. - As for Fabio Angliotti as the Duke of the story, the journalist was very ambitious. - silence does it again, all waiting for the outcome dark I checked first-hand when I walked in that hotel room. - He became involved with the killer also and discovered more things than passports. But unlike Paolo, she did not remain silent, the man began to threaten Luciane demanding a large sum of money. As payment, he had his throat cut. - He called me too. Certainly would ask for money to reveal its findings, but already found dead in that hotel room. - add and dad growls, unhappy. - You are so stubborn fuck. - he scolds me. - Damn, I'm too old for this, brothers. - Uncle Dom makes speak. - Not you. My father and uncle Leon just growl back at his brother. - When we have news of such expert network intrusion? - question, not holding more than so much tension and desire to clarify everything. - Even now we know who is Daniel Slatam and all your contacts in recent years are wide open, Highness. I promise. I nod. I wanted to feel some satisfaction because we are seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. But I can no longer feel anything. - Thanks for everything, agent. I'm going back to my room now. - I say, as I headed for the door. - There's more, my lord. - the voice of Falconi makes me stop and I turn slowly, releasing an exasperated breath. Do not you understand I do not want to be close to anyone? I just need to go back to the room and see at least things of my girl? Eyes fix on mine, then he says the words that make my dead heart jump sharply: - The princess is not dead. Oh God! I gasp, feeling the breath of life inside me again and support me at the door, my legs weak. He even said what I just heard?
- H-how? - my voice trembles and my eyes sting with fresh tears. - Ella is not dead cousin.
- Dam enters the conversation, coming forward, coming close to me. - It's all part of an act that Falconi agent advised us to do. The maledeto that took was playing with us all the time, attacking and retreating, making us believe that the danger had passed. We are doing the same thing to him now. In effect, we accept that she's dead and ended the searches. Cum! - grit my teeth and throw a glare to the agent, it looks a little afraid and steps back. Give me a reason not to break your face, Falconi agent! How dare you? - my voice splits into sobs. - I wanted to die. ... I was planning to join her .... - choking. - Yes, son and that's why the dopamos. You had a breakdown after Dam break the news. I kept repeating this over and over ... - my father says shakily and I look, only now realizing how much it was painful for him to hear me saying it. - We could not risk losing it. - I'm sorry, Dad. - I whisper, full of regret. Then draw a sharp breath. - Oh, my God ... Ella is alive? My little girl is alive? I laugh and cry at the same time, not bothering to keep the male pride fucking in front of them. Ella is alive! My precious girl is alive. Hold on, my love. I'll get you, doll. I will find her, I promise. Walk For among men again, energy coming into my body before despondent. Hope filling my lungs with air, making my blood run violently in the veins. I'll get to feed me properly, train combined martial arts and shooting the target with Falconi agent, Harry and Dam -. I'm resuming my post. We'll find her. - stare at Uncle Leon, who is looking at me like a little emotional. I tell you solemnly: - I will bring our princess back, or die trying, uncle. Harry and Dam -. I'm resuming my post. We'll find her. - stare at Uncle Leon, who is looking at me like a little emotional. I tell you solemnly: - I will bring our princess back, or die trying, uncle. Harry and Dam -. I'm resuming my post. We'll find her.
- stare at Uncle Leon, who is looking at me like a little emotional. I tell you sol
emnly: - I will bring our princess back, or die trying, uncle.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Antonella
A week before...
A low sob escapes me. I do not want scandal and attract their attention back to me. He threw me here still unconscious and does not remember anything of the path. I do not know where I am or how long it was, why there are no windows. You can not know whether it is light or dark outside. The cubicle door handle that threw me, turns and I wince in bed. My wrists are contained. I think after the beating I gave that bitch, they will not let me free. The air here is damp and when we bump the wall the sound is uniform, massive. There are high chances of being underground. I look around, my mind beginning to function clearly now that the drug that maledeto injected in me has passed. There is nothing else in the small space beyond the bed and a tiny bathroom in the corner. I prepare to face the traitor himself when the door opens, but it is not him or the bitch that helped. My eyes widen and derision fills me to see another puttana parade inside. Dio average. What is going on? How not suspect these bandits so close to us? My chest hurts to remember how Mike fooled by them. The psychopath told in detail how to set up photos and video with a girl much like me. And now I know the fate of my bracelet as well. The other cow took from me the night we went to the club. Whole mess with the count was only an act. Everything related to the count was planned to leave Mike insane jealousy and he fell like a duckling. Although I know that everything was set up, I'm still very hurt. He had no right to doubt me and leave the house without me saying a word maledeta. It comes very close to the bed and looks me in the eye. I thought I would see a sneer on his cow's face, but no. Not smiling. It is strangely serious, looking at war with itself. - He wants you. - she tells me with monotonous voice and pulls out a pocket of his jacket syringe. - I will help her to take a shower and prepare it for dinner with the Master. It annoys me. - That son of a bitch is not my master and never will be! - Ping. - And you're a bitch of the worst kind! She takes a step back and to my surprise, bursts into laughter. - You cheat well with this angelic princess face. I saw the damage done in the freak guy who likes blood. Mike taught him well, right?
- his words intrigue me. She's not with the other cow? - Like blood? - frown and then remember the other cow bellowing was going to drink my blood soon. Fear slips into my spine. The bitch in front of me laughing more, seeing my fear. - I, in his place, would be little piano, baby. - his tone hardens and her brown eyes let sparks fly for me. - No one here dies of love for you. The vampire clueless is salivating to bleed this beautiful neck because Mike prefers you. He ... - I smile slow and sinister. - He wants to fuck your ass Real until you can not walk. Horror fills me, the disgusting promises that unfortunate turning in my head. No! Dio, no. I'd rather die having another man inside me. I close my eyes and pray silently. Mike, come get me, amore mio. Per favore, come to me. Do not let the monster out there make me any more harm. - And I. - Middle growling. - you could take me all this and get rid of once and for all of you. Mike would be free for me. In time he would give ... - I gasp, anger blinding me. She smiles, enjoying being over now. - You are a man and you know how I know to please him in sex. If you knew how he enjoyed strong in our sessions. I pull the handcuffs, the metal hurting my flesh. But I do not care. - You'll die dry waiting puttana! My father must have triggering the Secret Service. - my voice trembles as much anger as fear. - Mike will come looking for me. He will not stop until he found me. - Your precious Mike was the one who put you here. - hums and I cringe because it is not without reason. - Men are idiots blind when they are jealous. And yours is a thousand times more sick for you. - kind of snorts. Si, Mike with his truculence, stupid irrational jealousy. Dio, how could you be so dumb? She looks around, as if checking something and removes the cap from the syringe. I'm about to beg me not to apply any drug most surprises me when going to the bathroom. After a few seconds back with the empty syringe and approaches again. - you will not get rid of the sting or be discovered, princess. - my arm and handle rubs a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, then sticks the needle below. I latch teeth to bite, refusing to move the image of the fragile and won princess. - What does that mean? - gasp when pulling the needle and massaging cotton in place. It is much better than the way the traitor injected the drug in me before, though. I narrow my eyes on her, trying to understand what is happening. - You are helping me? Not the bad guys out there? She plunges her brown eyes on me in silence. - Like I said, I could take advantage of this opportunity and get rid of you. - she says her eyes sparkling. - I love your man. I'm crazy about him, and as long as you exist Mike will not have eyes for others. - Female dog! - spit, gritting his teeth.
- I'll tear your eyes, puttana! She snorted, rolling his eyes. - Shut up and lower your ball, damn it! - growls. - I said I could, but I will not. - Because? - growl back. - I'm not the girl that story, but I'm not the villain princess. - his voice has a touch of sadness now. - I would not be able to live with myself if I left that pile of junk out there raping another innocent girl. His words make me stop and look at it in a new light. Who is this woman? I wonder, more and more confused. - Another girl? - I ask. It covers the needle and stick the syringe into his jacket pocket again. - You have no idea where they got. - she looks at me with an expression almost of empathy. - Neither you nor Mike had no chance against that psycho out there. Its opening offers me a tiny spark of hope. Perhaps not all is lost. - Who are you?
- I can not avoid the question. She stares at me blankly. - I think it's better to tell you who he is. - tilt the chin toward the upstairs. - Its main source of income is the trafficking of young and beautiful women to disgusting monsters like him, but who pay fortunes to have a slave at his disposal. Oh, mio Dio ... My blood freezes, because that's what the unfortunate said before deleting me. He said he would sell me on the black market when it tired me. At that moment, I thought it was just an empty threat to frighten me even more. Yes, this is the punishment he wants to inflict Mike send it away where you can never be found. It completes and fresh tears fill my eyes. I can not believe this is my end. My father may have triggered the searches. Mike will not leave me here to suffer such a grim fate as what this woman is telling me. He will not rest until he found me, I know. - I'm trying to convince him not to fuck you before selling it, so could a larger amount. - I look at it, the bile rising in my throat. No, no. I could not bear that odious man touching me. - But it's a motherfucker driven by revenge. He wants to have a taste of eating the princess of your greatest enemy. The hatred you feel for Mike's sick without explanation. - What Mike did to him? - I ask, getting more appalled every second that passes. - Anything. Both were street kids, they belonged to the same gang. - she stares at me. - He's a psychopathic, cold killer, and for such people their actions make perfect sense. Envy, princess. That's what eroded the crazy up there. Was and still is inconceivable to him, Mike had left the streets and turned into a prince. Balance head, stunned. - Envy? Dio, I can not imagine something like that. Snorts. - Get out of your ivory tower, princess. - mocks, but his eyes shine with tears, so she gives me back, obviously to hide her emotions. - This one is naked, raw and ugly reality. - Is that you? What is your history with him? - I take her moment of weakness, and I ask softly. - Tell me. She sniffs and wipes the face before turning and face me again. The silence stretches for so long that he had given up when he walks up the wall in front of me and leans back, exhaling loudly. - I seek justice. - says simply. - For whom? - I continue using my mildly. - For my sister. - his voice embarga a bit and I keep quiet, waiting for her to continue. - Five years ago she vanished in a party of his fraternity in college. New silence and the information will be processing in my mind overloaded. Gasp as understanding hit me. Her sister was taken and sold by the monster out there? - It was sold by that damned! - growls down, answering my silent question. - in the first year to no avail, but I never gave up looking. So my xeretagem took me to a police officer who investigates the unhappy for some time. I offered to help you get closer to the
villain if he would protect me. Impressive. I drag myself into a sitting position against the headboard. Hope filling me with his revelations. - Things were falling into place here and there, and for almost two years managed to get to him in BDSM club. - sighs resignedly. - I trained hard to be his submissive, the better. Master Mike then took me with one of his regular subs and this has helped the bastard to notice me. Jealousy burns in me with the arrogant gleam in his irises nuts. Female dog. I keep the offense to myself, though. Against all bets, it may be my only chance to survive here. Cáspita! Who knew ... - You became sub it? - I ask, not disguising my disgust. She makes an exasperated sound and come to me. - I could not get as close otherwise. Believe me, it's the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. But it will be worth it when you bring my sister home again. The way speaks sister makes me even more emotional. I did not want to, but I can not be insensitive to history. Looking at it seriously, I do my game: - Per favore, look for Mike and tell him everything. My father has many connections. We can help you bring your sister back. She opens her mouth, but heavy footsteps are heard on the stairs located above the cubicle. Panic begins to take me again. We do not have much time. Just do what I say if you want to survive it, princess. - lowers the tone of voice, his gaze bringing a warning. - you must be the son of a bitch to see if I did my job. Pretend to be groggy plateau. Do not let him see that you are sober or two we'll stop at the sewer network tonight. Oh Dio mio! My heart leaps with force. Everything in me going on alert and I lie. I close my eyes, my breathing changed. He will realize that I am pretending. Per favore, Dio, I beg you, do not let me die here today. Not by the hand of this bandit. Deliver me in the name of all that's holy. I force myself to breathe more slowly. The knob turns and the door opens. Keep calm, Ella. Be quiet. I talk to myself. There are steps and then my skin gets even colder, I'm sure the maledeto's looking at me now. - She is sleeping? - hear you ask. - No, my lord. Just succumbing to the drug. - her voice is completely submissive. - You must understand that this is all new to her. Silence. I can feel the intensity of the look unhappy about my skin. The mattress sinks and takes every selfgrass not to scream when his hand touches my face. His fingers glide smoothly on the side where hit earlier and should have a bruise. - You have very delicate skin. - mutters softly, unlike when he beat me and stuck the needle in my neck. Then I feel something cold on my aching face. He brought an ice pack? Because? - I think I was a bit rude. Please forgive me, for it is not every day that read like a princess. I want to throw up when he departs the ice bag and gently kisses where hit. I want to kick and throw it out of bed, but I stay quiet stoically. My breath hitching to feel him unzipping my dress. Oh Dio mio! No, no. Do not let him rape me. I can not help a shaky gasp when the great unknown hands pull my bra down exposing my bare flesh. It is a battle not react. I pray all the time for Dio not let hurt me. - What the Master doing? - there is a touch of tension in her voice when he holds my breasts. - I thought my lord would not take the slave yet. - Know your place, sub. - the maledeto growls aside and she is silent. - If I want to have fun fucking this handsome young little body, do you think your ridiculous jealousy going to stop me. - I'm sorry, sir. Pardon my indiscretion, I beg. - asks, distressed. I'm lost! He'll rape me and she will not do anything for obvious reasons. This man is not someone you want to counter. - Beautiful. he whispers, kneading my breasts. Tightening teeth hard not to make any sound or sudden movement. - I'm beginning to understand this insane passion that my old friend has for you.
