Mafia's Nemesis;

On a dark misty night in Bulgaria, cold seeped into Nevena Bachvarov as she stood at the edge of a majestic waterfall. Its melancholic tune echoing through her enervated soul.

Nevena closed her eyes and memories of the doctor's words cut through her like a knife as the flooded in.

"Miss Bachvarov, I'm afraid the results aren't what we had hoped for," the doctor said gently, his voice a grim melody.

"What do you mean?" she had asked him. Her trembling hands clutching onto the hospital's chair armrest.

The doctor's expression was a mask of compassion as he broke the news.

"Your kidney is failing, Nevena. The disease has progressed to its chronic stage."

Nevena froze immediately, completely consumed by numbness.

The doctor's words, though well-intentioned, were a stark reminder to Nevena of the painful decision she'd made.

She'd given up one of her kidneys to save 'Aleksandar' her ex-boyfriend,

"I know, Nevena, that this news might have come as a shocker," the doctor whispered, his voice laced with empathy.

"But if we first tackle it with dialysis, then maybe we'll explore the options...for a transplant."

The doctor's words were a gentle breeze on a summer's day, soothing but it was unable to jolt the numb Nevena back to reality, until he flicked a finger across her face.

"Yes Doctor", Nevena answered

"Speak to your family, Nevena. They should be more than willing to give you a kidney."

Nevena let out a hollow, mirthless laughter, because She knew her family's true nature – cold, detached, and uncaring.

Aleksandar has been the only one who truly prioritized her, ever since he came into her life or so she thought. Maybe it had all been pretense all this while.

Nevena's Mother had died when she was three, and her father Mr Bachvarov, married Camelia so that Nevena won't have to grow up without a Mother.

But upon Camelia's arrival to the house, Nevena's life became a living hell.

Nevena's gaze fell upon the waterfall, its beauty a harsh reminder of the life she longed to live.

Consumed by the weight of her diagnosis, Aleksandar's break-up, and her family's abuse, she plunged into the deep water.

Meanwhile that same night, In the Private Suite of Celestial Height Hotel Mexico, Room 665 was dimly lit up and loud moans were emanating from there.

'Fuck!, fuck !!,' Antonio "El Diablo" Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' the underboss of Medina crime family cussed.

He could feel cum building up in his balls, as he plunged deeper into the Caribbean whore on his bed.

He was thrusting in and out vigorously. "Argh!!" He moaned in pleasure.

"Please slow down , you are going too hard !" the Caribbean whore's incoherent voice rang out,

She dug her acrylic nails into his back to stop him but Anthony however increased his pace.

His powerful thrust and pounds echoed through the room, showing no mercy as he moved with vigorous speed.

"Ungrateful whore!, You always wanted this, and now you're pleading." Anthony spat on her face.

Antonio paused for a while and grabbed the call girl by the hair, he forced her to look at him,

"Bitch! Be honest , do you enjoy the pleasure from my cock ?"

"Yeah!! oh yeah..!! yes Antonio, make me your whore", she pleaded and winced at the same time, unable to make up her mind.

Antonio pushed her face down to his abdomen, and plunged his member deep into her mouth,

"Argh!!" She choked trying to fit in the whole c*ck.

Antonio mercilessly plundered her mouth, the intensity of each thrust caused both of them to breath heavily.

"Yes!, Oh yeah fuck!! ,fuck bitch," He could feel her spit dripping down his balls, and it excited him.

It has been a dream of every lady in the Casino to get a taste of Antonio, who happened to be the fine wine of Hotel and Casino Owners.

But this wasn't what the Caribbean woman bargained for, his pleasure was a mixture of pain and ecstacy,

She tried flexing against his grip on her arms, but it was a total waste of effort upon the hulky Anthony holding her.

A moan of regret escaped her throat and a tear dropped from her eyes.

"Pleas..e, stop. I can't take it anymore " she winced in pain as Anthony drilled once more into her sore kitty cat.

It felt like he wanted to tear her into two halves, with his brutal thrust.

In as much as she wanted to be his whore, it's certain now that she can't match up to his sex drive.

"I'm just granting your request, making you my whore.. Bitch!" he groaned in a deep voice and continued to slam into her sore pussy relentlessly,

The force of Antonio's movement prompted the furniture of the bed to shake and squeak vigorously despite it's exclusive quality,

The woman whimpered in pain, she gasped for breath and escape when it became unbearable, but all her efforts were a mere scratch to Antonio.

The sound of Antonio's ringing phone pierced through the room, momentarily giving the girl some relief,

But for the first time Antonio ignored his call, without even looking at the screen display.

The door suddenly pushed open from the outside without a knock , sending fresh cold air from outside, into the room.

"What boob 'stupid man' wants a big sleep 'death' ?", He roared , turning to see his loyal consigliere, Grinch 'El Lobo' Hernández ,

"Sorry for intrusion Boss, but we have a beef at hand," Grinch announced in a low and urgent tone, taking in the sight of the room.

"One minute ," Antonio 'Blade Knuckles' husky voice demanded , fully aware that they cannot discuss anything with the woman present there.

Antonio tried to attain his climax but it wasn't forthcoming, he therefore pulled out from the sore hole,

Grinch and the half conscious woman watched as Antonio walked into the bathroom with his erected member.

After some minutes, Antonio 'El Diablo' emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist, but this time his member has bowed due to impact of cold shower,

His hair was dripping wet and the Scorpion tattoo on his neck was very much visible despite the dim lights.

One look on the bed, he saw the Caribbean whore still in the same position,

Without a word he opened a black briefcase which housed wads of cash in different currencies,

He grabbed some wads of Euro's without counting and threw it at her ,

"Here's your pay, get your filthy self out of here", he spat in disdain, lighting a cigarette.

The woman crawled slowly as she picked the money, Every hole in her body hurts and her body was undergoing vigorous pain due to Anthony's torture.

"Grinch!, throw the filth out, and have the boys change everything, the whole room reeks of her stench." Antonio's irritated baritone voice ordered.

"Yes boss", Grinch replied with a little bow, he grabbed the lady by the leg and dragged her out ,he paid no attention to the damage the floor might inflict on her bare skin.

"One more thing" , Antonio's voice reverberated, making Grinch pause on his track.

"Caribbean whores are a failure, but our local breeds are Sheba 'women with sex appeal', spread the word across the Casino". Antonio completed and turned to his wardrobe.

The lady's face instantly paled because this mere criticism of Anthony would plummet the market value of Caribbean girls in the Casino.

"Thud!" , Grinch unapologetically flings the lady out, to the floor

Immediately the half conscious lady fell on the cold floor outside the room, The men standing on guard busted into muffled giggles and laughter.

"Seems like someone got their p*ssy fu*ked pretty well,” one of the men mumbled.

“No, I think she got her brain fu*ked insanely”. Another cut in.

They taunted and jeered at her as she crawled out of the executive suite with red b*tt.

Meanwhile back in the room , Antonio's reflection stared back at him from the dressing mirror.

He was cladded in a black coloured cargo pant and a white Henley shirt which had its sleeves rolled up his forearm,

His bespoken bovver boot completed the outfit.

"Done" Antonio Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' growled, brushing his finger through his hipster fade hair.

"Shall we?"

As they took the short hallway that led to the Private elevator, Grinch feeds Antonio the update.

"Our crack house at Southline Coast got busted and they carted away our El Oro Blanco 'cocaine'. In addition all our soldiers were sent to a big sleep", Grinch outlined briefly.

"Incompetent scums" Antonio's eyes blazed with fury, his hipster fade hair seeming to bristle with anger. "I wasted a fortune on those bums, and they can't even protect my White gold?".

Antonio's voice was a low and menacing growl as the elevator lurched downward, taking them to the basement.

"Who ordered the hit?," Antonio asked in a gravelly tone, sitting behind the wheels of a Black modified Jeep.

"Vincenzo, Vincenzo Álvarez, the emerging Kingpin of the Yellow River" , Grinch replied in a deep, dead voice.

"Antonio Hunt's face twisted in a snarl hearing that it was a new Kingpin.

"Tsk-tsk!, bloody sap! 'Unwise fellow'," Antonio growled, slamming his fist on the steering wheel, a honk piercing through the wheel.

"Emerging and audacious, Did he pay Pizzo 'Protection Levy' ?"Antonio asked, starting the engine.

Grinch shook his head in disapproval his dark eyes hollow with no emotion,

"No, I sent Carmine the caporegime and it turned into a brutal confrontation".

"Double mistake, let's handle the Casino first..., I need to pay him a visit" Antonio growled , his voice was like a rusty gate amidst the purring engine.

Meanwhile, at Southline Coast Casino, the police yellow homicide tape has secured the proximity of the shootout.

The blaring siren and occasional crackle of the police radio could be heard from a distance as Antonio 'Blade Knuckles' & Grinch approached,

"Blade!, I think you should head back , Captain Morgan is leading this investigation", Grinch hinted at Antonio removing the phone from his ear.

"Captain Morgan!"Antonio spat in disgust.

"That straight laced bull 'policeman' got a personal vendetta against me”.