Chapter 80 Frustrate her to insanity

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my party, the Garcia family once again welcomes you all to our humble abode,” Antonia announced to the crowd through the mic, as she took up the small stage. Standing alongside her eldest son Luciano, Bianca didn't stop smiling. Alfredo seemed not to be interested in what was happening, but kept his eyes on the most beautiful woman he liked.

“I know rumors flying around are being spread by our rivals…my son is envied by many,” Antonia said elegantly as the reporters flashed their cameras on her and her family, the entire hall room had turned dark and only a single spotlight was on her and her family.

“I can assure you my family has been a victim… my son was attacked and shot…they wanted to kill my son Alfredo too… unfortunately the police aren't yet apprehended the people doing this,” the woman added, “we all know our only crime was associating with those criminals, the Altamira nos… even when they are dead… my family is still targeted by those mafia and drug dealers they associated with,” Antonia remarked bitterly, the people listened and nodded. Every statement was taken. By now, Olivia was seeing red as she gripped the champagne flute with anger such that it could break up, she continued.

“Calm down,” it was Pedro who approached her. Olivia knew what was going to happen. The fact that Antonia was busy bad-mouthing her family, the way she was painting her father bad as if he indeed was a bad man.

“I hate her, I hate them so much,” Olivia was on the verge of breaking down when Pedro caught her in his arms.

“Shh, that's enough,” Pedro coaxed as he cupped her face, and dragged her away from the crowd. Due to the darkness, no one saw them apart from Solange, who secretly followed them.

Soon, Pedro took her to one of the rooms, so he could calm her down. He knew how much she was hurting, hearing such things.

“Feeling better now?” Pedro asked when Olivia drank half of the water given to her by Pedro.

“I'm fine, just a little breakdown,” she said, handing back the glass. Pedro smirked and stared at her.

“You look beautiful,” the man muttered, surprising Olivia, who looked up at him with awe in her eyes. “Damn gorgeous,” he added huskily, that she felt her cheeks and eyes burning from shyness. Tucking a few loose strands behind her ear. Olivia cleared her throat and prepared to stand when Pedro caught her in his arms, pulled her up and slammed her delicate frame into his body.

“I'm hanging on to my last sanity knowing I'm only considering fucking you hard,” he murmured as he held the back of her neck and pushed her forward. Their foreheads connected and Olivia's heart thumped. His gaze was sharp and penetrating.

“We shouldn't… it's not,”

“What? Do you prefer your lover telling you this?” the man asked in a deep, masculine voice as he brushed his lips against hers. A shiver ran through Olivia. Her body trembled as she felt a familiar sensation between her thighs. The fact that Pedro knew just how to make her feel things.

“Sweetheart I'm dying to be inside you, to do unspeakable things to you,” he groaned as he lifted her by the waist, Olivia wrapped her leg halfway through Pedro's leg and gripped his strong arms for support.

“I'm waiting,” she muttered, looking straight into his eyes. Pedro was stunned by seeing her boldness. The lustful fire in her eyes amazed him that for a second, he thought it was a different woman.

“I want you, Mr. mafia… rough and hard, commanding and dominating… every piece of you,” Olivia whispered, closing her eyes when Pedro attacked her neck, ravishing her with his demanding kisses. Hearing her give in to his demands had him going crazy that he nearly ripped her dress apart and took her right there and then.

“Say that again,” the man murmured as he kissed her collarbone, tracing kisses all over her exposed shoulders. Pedro's hands were roaming all over her exposed flesh that he couldn't get enough. “Say you want me inside you, to fuck you like no man has ever done,” he whispered, grabbing her ass and lifting her leg high enough to hang it around his waist. Olivia was drunk with pleasure. Something was wrong with her, pushing her head back. She gripped her shoulders tightly. He captured her mouth hungrily, kissing her with a hunger that Olivia fought to have more when the door opened unexpectedly, startling them both back to reality.

Olivia was still lost in ecstasy when her gaze shifted toward the door. And thankfully, it was Zane who came in.

“Hey, hey dopes… settle down, settle down… this isn't your house you know hehehe,” Zane said in between chuckles raising his hands in the air in surrender form “I didn't mean to intrude, but the show just started, I'm sure you don't want to miss it,” Zane added and picked up the glass of water he found lying carelessly and prepared to drink when Pedro snatched it from him.

“I hate sharing,” he said, shoving Zane's hands away, surprising him that he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, it was just a glass of water.

“I meant to say, madam Antonia is busy going crazy and scattering the crowd… she's admitting to murder… it's time to play a ghost,” Zane informed and Olivia nodded. Soon, Ira walked in and Olivia was alert.

“Showtime people, that mad woman is spilling the beans,” Ira said with a smirk and tossed a duffel bag on the bed.

“Are you sure you want it this way?” Pedro asked, not sure why she was choosing this way to torture the Garcias.

“Killing them now will be easy, let's frustrate them… Antonia needs to taste her medicine and seeing Olivia Altamirano is the way,” Olivia said, putting on the blonde wig. She would love to see Antonia die before her.

“Come,” Ira dragged her out of the room, leaving Zane and Pedro. The door closed and Zane turned serious.

“You should tell her… at least tell her your relationship with the Garcias,” Zane said, walking around the room. Pedro didn't utter a word as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“She doesn't have to know,” Pedro turned to leave when Zane's words made him stop abruptly.

“Keep your mouth shut or else… You'll be six feet under with the Garcias,” Pedro warned coldly, his gaze was sharp and of disdain. Zane knew any better than to interfere.

“Sure boss,” Zane said with a nod and Pedro stormed out of the room. Zane exhaled heavily.

***

Back at the party, Antonia clicked glasses with some of her dear friends, celebrating her comeback after everything. Bianca smirked as she checked the time when the drug she put in Olivia's drink would take effect.

“Where is she, huh, I'm sure she's supposed to be humiliating herself here,” Bianca whispered, dragging Solange to a corner. The room was once lively with people dancing and having fun.

“Very soon… just wait,” Solange whispered back, giving her a side glare to keep calm. Bianca nodded and spotted Pedro walk back in. With a smile, she adjusted her dress, exposing her cleavage, and walked up to him.

“She's a nobody… just a beggar my son hired you to know,” Antonia told her friends when they dragged Sydney to them, asking if she was going out with Alfredo. Sydney kept her head lowered, not sure why she even agreed to come.

“I thought so… your sons are high class, and she looks as if she came out of the gutter,” one of her friends said disdainfully, and they all laughed mockingly. Just then, the lights went off, earning murmurs from the crowd.

“Another surprise Antonia?” One of her friends asked, however, Antonia was feeling like her head was spinning. Her vision had turned blurry that she couldn't see anything. Accidentally, she glanced toward her left to the far end of the hall room, only to see Olivia Altamirano covered in blood. With fright, Antonia screamed out, falling to the floor, everyone turned to see what was happening.