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As soon as I was outside in the fresh air, my driver came towards me, who took a deep breath and whose eyes widened as he looked at my bleeding shirt for a little too long.

"Que paso sr torres?!", he wanted to know what had happened in a bit of panic and took out his pistol in the same breath, but I shook my head almost imperceptibly and let Hektor know with a single hand movement that everything was fine.

"Todo está bien," I reassured him and continued past him to the black sedan he had parked at the end of the street.

It took a moment for Hector to start moving again and it bothered me when other people behaved so hesitantly, but he was the only one who allowed himself to do everything with me.

He had saved my life way too many times. Far too often he kept me from impulsive, thoughtless actions and even if you didn't look at him, he was the most loyal person I had in my small circle.

Arrived at the limousine, I turned around to him again and examined his worried expression. Age had bothered him. The wrinkles almost covered his entire face and yes, there were times when he was more fit than I was, but those times were behind us.

Now one would only think of him as a miserable taxi driver instead of the right-hand man of Spain's biggest mafia boss.

"Vamos a la casa," I instructed him to take the direct route to my villa and then got into the back of the limousine, where the smell of cigars immediately enveloped everything around me.

But her scent still wafted around me. That sweet scent of innocence that made her an irresistible temptation. You, with your candles and all your books...

I almost felt sorry for how naively she dealt with her environment. One would have thought she wasn't really alive and didn't know anything about the dangers of life. Apparently she crept into fantasy worlds... On fully written pages that almost always led to a happy ending.

I decided to let her live in her dream world, because if my life were a book, it would certainly not have a happy ending.

Shaking off my thoughts of her and Hector calmly driving the car, I pressed the button on my side with one finger, bringing up the dark window in front of me and leaving me all to myself.

Slightly irritated by today's events, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number of the person who, cowardly as he always was, had lured me into an ambush...

Sergio...

" Emilio, how beautiful -"

"Save that! I know it was you who put those men on me!"

"What men? What are you talking about?"

His voice took on a higher pitch, and while any stranger might not have noticed, I knew immediately that he felt caught and in a position he didn't want to admit.

"24 hours," I spoke clearly and distinctly into the receiver and enjoyed feeling his sheer panic up to here.

"Emilio, please don't do this! My family is here.. I... I...!"

He stuttered so much that I could barely understand anything, but I didn't want to hear anything more from him anyway.

"You have a 24-hour head start. Farewell, Sergio."

I slipped the phone onto my lap without feeling any emotion, closed my weary eyes and settled back into the comfortable black leather, just taking a moment to relax and enjoy the silence and myself around me.

But I couldn't find peace...

Not because a longtime business partner betrayed me over a measly load of guns, but because of her!

Why did she just open the door at night! What if she did it again and I wasn't there to protect her!? How could she be such a blue-eyed butterfly!

I grabbed my head in disbelief, hoping these maddening thoughts would go away, because I shouldn't give a shit. Nobody deserved my precious thoughts. Nobody but myself.

When the car suddenly came to a stop, I first noticed that we had already driven through the large gate and were now parked directly in front of the wide front door of my villa.

I immediately pocketed my phone, impatiently waited for Hektor to open the door for me, and then got out, eyes on him.

He nodded politely, as he always did, which I did, then disappeared past two security guards inside, where loud music blared from the huge downstairs living area.

With slow steps I ran across the dark wooden parquet that stretched across the entire floor in the lower area to pause for a moment at the high arched door.

My gaze wandered over the open kitchen, which was hardly noticeable with its delicate reddish colour. What struck me, however, were the several empty champagne bottles that gathered there on the wide counter and made it all too clear to me that Alba didn't give a fuck why I came home so late.

The main thing for them was fun. Fun with my money and fun with her friends, who were all prostitutes just like her.

I really shouldn't be around women like that, but I hated being alone. This feeling of being lonely in this house was even worse than the feeling that these whores only wanted my money. Also, they didn't ask unnecessary questions, which was fine with me in my position.

"Emilio!"

My eyes immediately shifted intently to my right, where I surveyed the large black leather couch that Alba was sitting on with two other women, all of whom seemed to be undressing me with their drunken looks.

The flat screen showed old dance videos, they were probably listening to the music and feeling free for a moment, which they weren't and never would be again. Her pimp took care of that, and I transferred a lot of money to him every night.

I didn't have to say anything, didn't even move. A look on my part was enough and Alba got up in her white nightgown to come towards me with elegant steps. Her usually curly black hair was tied back in an updo because she knew that I liked her best.

"Du hast da-"

"I know," I interrupted her just as she focused her eyes on the blood on my collar. It wasn't the first time I'd come home dressed like that, so she knew exactly what to do.

Very carefully and with an encouraging smile, she put her hands on my coat and helped me out of it, then turned to the other two women who I must have already fucked but forgot. At least their young faces were unfamiliar to me, but I quickly forgot about them.

"Get the first aid kit from the bathroom and a glass of Scotch," she instructed them both, walking past me into the hallway to hang my coat neatly on the coat rack.

She didn't keep me waiting long and while the two whores disappeared whispering down the hallway to go to the bathroom, Alba grabbed my hand and slowly led me over to the couch.

I dropped into the soft leather, watched her turn on old Spanish music on the TV and then turned back to me.

This woman really knew what I liked.

"Does it hurt?" she asked at my injury, but I just looked at her and put my hand on her neck, pulling her close to me in the same instant.

She gasped slightly startled and licked her red painted lips full of anticipation, because she knew exactly what I was asking of her now.

Without wasting another moment, I pulled her even closer and pressed my lips against hers, making her moan softly.

I closed my eyes, enjoying her warm, champagne-flavored tongue against mine and suddenly had to imagine this innocent butterfly.

What would it taste like? Certainly cute and very tender...

"Blow me," I breathed excitedly into Alba's mouth and pulled my hand back from her neck to place it on my belt, captive to this strange woman.

The thought of stealing her innocence, making her scream, drove me insane, and while Alba took it upon herself to undo my pants, I rested my head on the back of the black couch and closed my eyes.

She released my thirst, taking her time looking at her, but I immediately challenged her, gripping her hair with my fingers, forcing her to take my cock deep in her mouth immediately.

Her warm walls were extremely attractive and when she also let her tongue play with my glans, I moaned and found myself on this white desk at that moment, while my butterfly was on her knees and looked up at me with big eyes.

This sea of ​​blue and green colors...

"Fuck, damn it!" I moaned, driven by myself, pushing Alba's head further and further down onto my erection, which was making her choke a little with her size.

Faster and faster I let her caress my cock and enjoyed imagining this innocence until I stopped all my breathing, began to tremble briefly and spilled deep into Alba's throat, who immediately broke away from me and gasped for air.

I glanced down at her, recognized the tears in her eyes and the slightly bluish color of her cheeks. The main thing was that she brought me my pleasure and when I looked at the door, I saw the other two who had probably gotten excited at the sight of us.

"Finger your fingers," I demanded in a hoarse voice, and although I had already come and didn't feel like having an orgasm again, I just wanted to use my power over these women.

They obeyed me... unconditionally... and while Alba slowly regained her strength, stood up and gently patched my arm, I watched the two whores in front of me, standing and playing with each other with only one goal in mind.

To please me... As it should be...