His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

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Later that night, Antonio called Ricardo over the phone to get an update on their plans. The atmosphere was tense, the kind of tension that only existed between men involved in dangerous schemes. Antonio paced back and forth in his room. “You can’t call me like this, man,” Ricardo’s voice was a harsh whisper, filled with urgency. “We have to be careful. I don’t want Reina to suspect anything ’cause we’d be around each other from tomorrow ” Alright, man. Also, change my name on your contact list in case of anything,” Antonio instructed, his tone shifting from impatience to concern. “So, gist me about what happened? Ricardo took a deep breath before recounting the events. He described in vivid detail how he dropped Reina off, how he entered the house with her, and the bad things he did to her. His voice was devoid of remorse, very proud of his actions, as he paced in his living room, the shadows from the dim light flickering on the walls. “I made sure she enjoyed every bit of it and even craved for more,” Ricardo began, his tone disturbingly casual. “Dropped her off at her place, walked her inside. Gave her what she wanted and she was locked with me. Simple as ABC.” “You’re such a bad guy, Ric,” Antonio said, his deep voice rumbling with a sinister laugh. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he imagined the scene. “I know, right? I now have a personal plaything… For free,” Ricardo boasted, his voice dripping with arrogance. He kicked back on his couch, crossing his legs with a satisfied grin. “I wonder what will happen after our plan works out.” I’ll kill her,” Antonio’s voice hardened, transforming from the friendly tone he used with his best friend into the cold, ruthless voice that struck fear into everyone else. It was the voice of a Mafia boss he was known to be. Silence hung in the air for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Ricardo nodded, even though Antonio couldn’t see him. “Understood. I’ll make sure she stays quiet. For now, let’s move on to other matters.” They continued their conversation, shifting topics to less pressing matters. Ricardo filled Antonio in on the latest developments of his operations across the city, from new recruits to recent deals that went off without a hitch. They discussed the security measures at their various clan, making sure every detail was meticulously shaped. . Antonio’s mind was sharp, his questions precise, his thoughts clear. His empire depended on this level of control, and he decided to incorporate some of what Ricardo had said. As the night wore on, the tension between them began to ease. They reminisced about their early days, long before the power and money, when it was just the two of them against the world. Stories of narrow escapes and cunning schemes brought a rare smile to Antonio’s face. Ricardo laughed, the sound echoing in his empty apartment. “You remember that time we had to hide in that old warehouse for three days?” Ricardo chuckled, shaking his head. “We survived on nothing but stale bread and water.” Antonio laughed, a deep, genuine sound that hadn’t been heard in a long time. “Yeah, and you kept complaining about the rats. I thought you’d lose your mind.” Those shared memories, the bond forged through countless trials, momentarily lightened the burden on Antonio’s shoulders. For the first time since Evelyn’s abduction, he felt a sliver of peace. The talk with Ricardo took his mind off his problems, allowing him to breathe a little easier, if only for a while. As the hours passed, their conversation drifted into more mundane topics-sports, movies, the latest gossip within their circle. It was almost as if they were two normal friends catching up, rather than masterminds of a criminal empire. Antonio leaned back in his chair, a rare sense of normalcy washing over him. The stress and overthinking that had been his constant companions seemed to fade, replaced by a fleeting sense of camaraderie. Finally, they ended the call. “Take care, man,” Ricardo said, his voice softer now, devoid of the earlier bravado. “And remember, we’ve got each other’s backs.” “Always,” Antonio replied, his tone sincere. “Stay safe.” Antonio set the phone down and leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment as he smiled widely. The next day, Ricardo messaged Reina, sending her a message with his current location. Reina’s heart raced with excitement as she read it, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She glanced at the clock, calculating how much time she had to prepare. “I must look irresistible for Ricardo,” she kept repeating to herself, her voice filled with determination and a hint of desperation. She turned her wardrobe inside out, scattering clothes everywhere, the normally tidy room now a chaotic mess. Dresses, skirts, and blouses were strewn across the bed and floor, each discarded option adding to her frustration. After what felt like an eternity, she settled on a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, the dress that screamed seduction. She stood in front of the mirror, applying layer upon layer of makeup with meticulous care, her hands shaking slightly with a mix of excitement and nerves. Every detail had to be perfect. She couldn’t afford any mistakes; not when so much was at stake. Her mind raced with possibilities as she got ready. She had already planned to use Ricardo to her advantage, intending to leverage her body to extort as much as she could from him. She knew he was infatuated with her, and she planned to exploit that weakness to its fullest. Money, protection, power-she wanted it all, and she saw Ricardo as the means to achieve her desires. Unbeknownst to her, Ricardo had his own sinister plans. He and Antonio had discussed using Reina as a pawn in their larger scheme. She was a tool, a disposable asset to be manipulated and discarded when she was no longer useful. Ricardo’s message was part of a carefully crafted trap, designed to lure her into a false sense of acceptance and power. As Reina applied the finishing touches to her makeup, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of doubt. What if Ricardo wasn’t as gullible as she thought? What if he saw through her plans? She shook head and then lifted her boobs “He wants my body right? I’ll make sure I use it to get what I want ” She said checking out her seductive face in the mirror. She arrived at the location Ricardo had sent her, her eyes widening in awe at the luxurious environment. The mansion was grand, surrounded by high walls and security cameras, a testament to Ricardo’s status and power as a Mafia lord. The driveway was lined with sleek cars, and the garden was meticulously maintained, with exotic flowers and perfectly trimmed hedges. Reina took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She had to stay focused. This was her chance to secure her future. She adjusted her dress one last time and walked up to the massive front door, her heels clicking on the marble steps. A burly guard opened the door for her, giving her a cursory glance before stepping aside. Inside, the opulence continued. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the floors were polished to a shine. Expensive artwork adorned the walls, and plush furniture filled the rooms. She was directed by one of the guards to where Ricardo was, , her heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of fear. She finally found Ricardo in a spacious living room, lounging on a leather couch. He was shirtless, his muscular torso glistening under the soft lighting. He looked up as she entered, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Hi baby,” she purred, walking seductively towards him, her hips swaying with each step. She let her eyes linger on his chiseled abs, feeling a rush of excitement. “You look hot as always,” Ricardo replied, his gaze fixated on her nearly exposed breasts. His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something darker beneath the surface. “Thank you. But, not now baby, I have something important to show you,” she said, her fingers lightly tracing the muscles on his exposed chest. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. Ricardo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be, Angel?” One of the things we can use to bring Antonio down… A girl,” she said wickedly, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, really?” Ricardo responded, playing with her hair. He watched her carefully, his mind working quickly to piece together her cryptic hint. “I should get dressed then,” he added, kissing her cheek before retreating to his room. As he closed the door behind him, Ricardo’s mind raced. The girl she referred to could only be Evelyn, the girl Antonio was looking for . He needed to confirm his suspicions and move swiftly. Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed a message to Antonio: “I think our plan is getting successful. I think she wants to take me to Evelyn.” He didn’t have to wait long for a response. Antonio’s reply came almost immediately: “Game on. I trust you, man.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.