his regrets

chapter- 21

My screams turned into moans as he removed his hands and put his thumb between my teeth.

"Suck," he commanded. As did what he said, then his hand went to cup my breast, fondling it hard. He was so deep inside me. But I forgot about the pain as I lost myself in my feelings.

But suddenly, he stopped. He looked at me as he raised his knees while he was still inside me, he looked at the left side of the room. His expression serious. He looked at me and put his finger on his lips signaling me shut my mouth. I froze, unsure of what was happening. The room fell silent, and I strained to hear any signs of danger. My heart raced as I followed his instructions, desperately trying to remain quiet and hidden.

He reached down to side table of the bed and pulled out something- a gun, while he was still inside me.

"what-" I tried to say anything, but he shoved the muzzle of the gun in my mouth. My mind raced with fear as I realized the gravity of the situation. The metallic taste of the gun's muzzle intensified my panic, rendering me speechless and paralyzed with terror. He looked again on the sideways, I followed his gaze. But he thrust in me again, as I muffled cry.

"you liked that? Hmm?" he said without looking at me. His expression still serious, stern. As he loaded his gun, the muzzle of the gun still inside my mouth. I desperately tried to find my voice, but the weight of his presence and the overwhelming fear silenced me completely. The cold touch of the gun against my tongue made it impossible to utter a single word, leaving me trapped in a state of sheer terror. I followed his gaze again.

Out of nowhere I heard the sound a man came out of the closet, a gun in his hand, before he could shoot. His head blown off, blood splattering across the room. The deafening silence that followed was broken only by my racing heartbeat, as I realized I had narrowly escaped a gruesome fate.

I backed away, my eyes widening in fear seeing the grusome murder. I looked at him; he was the one who shot the guy dead, the gun releasing smoke into the air. Trembling, I stumbled backwards, desperately searching for an exit. I screamed in fear. The smell of gunpowder filled the room, intensifying my panic as I frantically tried to make sense of the horrifying scene before me.

"motherfuckers! I can't even let me fuck in peace," he muttered in anger. My heart pounded in my chest as I realised I was trapped in a room with a cold-blooded killer. The tension in the air was suffocating, and I could feel my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Cover yourself," he commanded as he threw a blanket on me. I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. The killer's sudden change in demeanour left me uncertain of his intentions. As I tried to calm my racing thoughts, Ricardo put his pants back on as he dialled someone on his phone.

"Code E," he muttered as he looked at me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my body trembled in fear. As my gaze went towards the dead man, I closed my eyes immediately. I could still see the gruesome image of the lifeless body burned into my mind, causing my heart to race even faster.

"Don't look at it." Ricardo's voice broke through my thoughts. The door burst open as the guards came in with Mr. Kim.

"Are you alright, madam?" he asked with a concerned tone. I nodded, trying to compose myself. "I... I think so," I stammered, wiping away my tears. The sight of the dead man had shaken me to my core.

"She will be alright," Ricardo said as he lifted me in bridal style and walked out of the room as the guard surrounded us with heavy guns in their hands.

We were headed to the room. As the guards shifted the wardrobe, they slid the white door hidden behind it, revealing another door. Ricardo punched the code, and it automatically opened. It's a lift. We stepped inside the lift, and as the doors closed, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The dimly lit interior provided a momentary respite from the chaos outside. Ricardo gently set me down and pressed a button, sending us descending into an unknown abyss.

As we reached our destination, I saw the interior of the building; I guess it was underground. I was still on his hold as we walked through the tunnel-like route. Through it, the guards were lined up in each corner; I had never seen them before in the mansion. They looked more dangerous.

Ricardo kept his business life and his underworld life separate. As we continued walking, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"Make sure you check every nook and cranny of this mansion and double the surveillance. There is no way these assassins could intrude in my house; check the background of each and every guard who works in the mansion; there is someone who is letting them in." Ricardo gave orders to his security team.

______________________________________________________________________

"This is horrible... As for someone who's it was the first time," Shelly said. Shelly's voice trembled with fear as she spoke.

"And that's why you are wearing a turtleneck in summer?" Natasha's eyes narrowed towards my neck. "No use; I could see the hickey on your jaw," she said, looking away.

"Well, forget that, since when did you start hanging out with Shelly?" I asked. Something fishy is going on between these too. My question made them uncomfortable. I knew something was going on.

"forget that Why is your bodyguard staring at us like that? He might scare away other customers," Shelly said, diverting the topic of discussion.

Natasha glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my god, he's been there the whole time!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with unease.

"well Adam is a nice guy. He might look kind of...scary, but he's sweet." I said.

"Ricardo had to intensify the security." Whatever happened last night, he had to take action.

"well, whatever Anyway, congratulations for losing your virginity."

ick.

We chatted for a long time. As we went back to our schedule, Natasha accompanied me on my way back home, as she had some business with Richardo. On our way home, she told me about our plan to escape. From bribing the passport department officer to creating our fake identity, it would be the time when Richardo and Paul (Natasha's father) would visit Mexico for a deal. That time, Paul would be taking over 90% of his security team. As it was a dangerous man, they were meeting El Chapo, the leader of the biggest and most dangerous cartel in Mexico. The absence of security will make it easy to rescue her mother. But she is scared; Ricardo can find anyone. What a powerful man he is. Which made me think about last night. Well, it's too complicated to comprehend. I just had sex with Ricardo Fucking Veneto. And the fact that I didn't stop him—did I get seduced so easily? Him calling me sweetheart, the memory of last night, the kiss, his fingers... how did I enjoy being with a man who tried to kill me? As I pondered over these conflicting thoughts, I couldn't help but question my own sanity. It was as if Ricardo had cast some sort of spell over me.

As we arrived, Natasha had a talk, which I have no idea of. Natasha was a mafia queen herself; she prioritised her business over anything; she could do anything to any extent, even if she had to kill someone. She is dangerous.

hi guys if you like my wattpad story so please vote for this chapter, and do share it with people who are into it (liykyk)

i'll be updating the next chapter soon. 
And also... Merry Christmas y'all🎄