The Godfather episode 18 – 19

🔞 THE
GODFATHER 🔞
( Bounded By Honour. . . )

CHAPTER 18&19: JEALOUSY.

By; Holland Cisca.

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Pablo was returning to his room when he met Anastasia coming from the opposite direction.

They were now standing before each other, Anastasia noticed the bruises on his face, she asked.

“What happened to your face? Did you get into a fight?” She frowned. “You told him, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t. Like I promised, I didn’t tell him.”

“Then why do you have the bruises on your face?” She asked, pointing at his face.

“Because we fought, but not because of what happened to you. He started it after all, because I said some thing that really got him pissed off. So I guess we both deserve what we got.”

“I’m not so surprised, you do have a bad mouth.” Pablo rose an eyebrow at her. “What happened?” She asked.

“I saw him heading towards the basement, I thought he was going to do the same thing to you so I had to follow him. Fortunately, you weren’t there.”

“What did he say?” She asked again, inquisitively.

“He just wanted to check if you’ve escaped.” He fused his hands into his pockets.

“Escape?” She scoffed. “How am I supposed to escape with the tight security?”

“I knew he was only trying to cover his ass cos I caught him. He should be grateful I didn’t revenge for what he did to you, I only gave him a taste of his stupidity.”

“Don’t you think he’s gonna come back for you?” She asked worried.

“I’ll be waiting.” He said less concerned.

Anastasia was staring at the bruises on his face, and she felt pity for him. She can tell the pain he must be suffering from the blows. But was he?

“Don’t worry about me, I’m used to it?”

“Who said I was worried?” She rolled her eyes, looking away from his gaze. She was actually worried for him, but she didn’t want him noticing she was growing soft for him.

Pablo chuckled. “Do you have keep pretending like you hate every one?”

“Of course, I hate every one and you’re no exception.” She said with her eyes open.

“What did I do?”

“How am I supposed to know? I just hate you, okay?” She scoffed.

Every childish act she played at him made Pablo love her the more. She wasn’t good at acting, so it was obviously clear that she was indeed worried about him but didn’t want to express it.

“Okay. You say you hate me, can you prove it to me?”

“Are you trying to test me or what?” She snapped.

“I just want a proof that’s all.” He shrugged.

“Well, find the proof yourself and stop asking.”

“Well, you know I can just drag you in to my room and get you fu*ked, then we’ll both know if you do hate me or not.”

Anastasia’s eyes flew open, he wasn’t serious, was he? She knew if he has to do exactly as he said, he’d find out that she’s been faking her anger issues on him.

“You’re not being serious, are you?” She asked, hiding how scared she already is.

“I am. Besides, that’s what we mafias do. We fu*k to get what we want.”

Her mouth open but not a single word came out of it.

Before she could think of any thing, he grabbed her l-ips into his, k×ssing on her lower l-ips. Anastasia was surprised, every thing just happened in a blink but then, she saw herself disappointing her, she was k×ssing him back.

Pablo pulled away, smiling at her. “I thought you said you hate me.”

“What did you do that for?” She asked with her eyes wide open.

“Why did you k×ssed back?” He asked back.

“Y-you. . .”

“If you hated me, you wouldn’t have k×ssed back? After all, no one k×sses who they hate.”

“Were you testing me again? ”

“Just wanted my proof, that’s all. And yes, I got it.”

“You’re unbelievable.” She scoffed, walking away. “I can’t believe he just tested me.” she grunts.

Pablo shakes his head as he watched her walk away, a warm smile played on his face. Yes, he was unbelievable, but she was unbelievably beautiful and s×xy too.

*

“I can’t believe he tested me! What the fu*k is wrong with that asshole?” She growled as she headed to the kitchen.

Every eyes were on her due to how loud her voice was. “What?” She asked and they all returned to what they were doing.

She looked at Clarabelle who was still looking at her. “What?” She yelled, stressing the word.

“You’re insane, aren’t you?”

“I’m not. You just can’t believe he fu*king tested me!” The other cooks looked at her again. “Maybe, I am insane.” She grinned, and they all went back to work.

“What are you talking about, and who tested you?” She asked, confused.

“Who else if not that so. . . so damn annoying Pablo of a person.”

“Hold on. Hold on. When you said tested, do you mean the normal tested as in test? Or were you talking about tested as in, he tested your. . . you know your. . .”

Anastasia was looking at her for further explanation on what exactly she was talking about. And the way she was emphasizing on the “Your” got her confused the more.

“I don’t think I understand what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Ana, don’t tell me you don’t understand what I’m talking about.”

“Of course, I don’t. And with the ‘you know’ it’s totally complicating things right now. So, if you can do me the favour of going straight to the point.”

“Did he fu*ked you? That’s what I meant.” She explained.

“No. No, he didn’t. Well, he tested me like the normal exam test. That’s what I mean.”

“You don’t have to tell me the story, I know you failed.”

“Yeah, actually I did. And I ain’t gonna deny that.” She rolled her eyes.

“What kind of test is that?” Clarabelle asked.

Anastasia looked around to see that no one was listening or staring at them. She whispered. “He k×ssed me.”

“Oh my. . .!” She quickly covered her mouth. “Oh my gosh! He k×ssed you again? I hope no one and not even that d**khole saw you guys.”

“No one saw us. And not even the d**khole did.”

Clarabelle was so happy to hear that Anastasia k×ssed Pablo. Though she was tired of hearing sad news about cases going on in the household, she wished they had done it right in front of Micheal. He’s just so annoying to the core.

Pablo laid on his bed. He’s been smiling since he walked in. He just can’t stop thinking of Anastasia and how she had played minutes ago. She was trying to be mean, but to him, she was just being r-mantically sweet.

And she k×ssed him back!

She hates him and yet she k×ssed him back? This was just so unbelievable to him. He knew she did like him but was only trying to play fool on him with her attitudes. And nothing made him happy than seeing her smile.

He got a phone call from a friend, asking him to come over to the stripper club in town. Pablo never jokes with clubs, it was the best place for him to get satisfied as much as he wants.

He pulled on his black leather jacket, leaving his room. He hops into his car, turning the engine on, he zoomed off.

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AT THE STRIPPER CLUB***

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“What took you so long?” Vicente asked.

“Kinda busy.” He lied. “So, what’s up for me tonight?” He asked.

“Beers, cigarettes and lastly, your favourite. . . ladies.” He said the last word like it was the most precious thing.

“I’ll take the beers and cigarettes this tonight.”

“Girls?” Vicente asked.

“Nah, not in the mood.” He refused.

“Seriously? Well, that’s unlike you. You never refuse women.”

“People change Vicente, when will you start seeing that.”

“I’m just surprised. Your own change seems surprising to me.” He admits.

“That’s kinda my thing, I love surprises.” He lights his cigar, smoking on it.

They had spent enough time with each other and Vincente excused himself to where the numerous ladies were. Though girls came to s-duce Pablo but he wasn’t moved the way he always did before.

Since the very night Anastasia saved him from the cold, every thing about her marvels him that he hærdly thinks of hanging out in the bar.

A lady came to him, she sat on his lag, car–sing his face. She was brushing k×sses on his cheeks while one of her hand slowly moved down to his trouser. She grabbed his d**k, and immediately, he held her hand, stopping her from going further.

“Careful, sweetheart, I bet you don’t wanna trigger that now.” He warns.

She smiled. “That’s our job, handsome, we trigger.”

“You don’t wanna do this.”

“Are you scared?”

He leaned his face to her left ear. “Trust me, you don’t wanna see what it can do. Do you?” He whispered.

“Try me.”

Pablo smirked evilly, she just don’t know what she had done, and he wasn’t gonna take it slightly with her.

She gave a yet deeper, m0×ning sigh. Like breathing in he saw the word he had said shiver and expand in,side her. Her arms moved now, and flexed: out of here. He watched the death-life fill her growingly.

She grabbed and car–sed him with more muscle, more zest, than he had thought. Her long lean arms were spider arms, while her k×sses roved and dug. She was a good k×sser, but nothing felt sweeter than Anastasia’s l-ips.

“I see it,” he said. “You are the female praying mantis, devouring her mate. “You really aren’t scared.”

“I am and you are.”

“I shall eat every shred of you, mouthful by mouthful.” He smirked again.

“Exactly. Ah. But boy, you taste good.” She licked her l-ips, and pulled him close, but now he was clasping too.

It was a kind of slow wrestling, they were knitting each other into a loose slipping knot. He was upside down over her, loving her bush and lick-k×ssing like eating her inner thighs. Till at last they loved fully and later lay back. That was just a simple night stand but a deadly one too.

*

Pablo returns late in the midnight, drunk. It took him time to leave the car as he tried to get a hold of himself. He steps out but slams the door hærd. “Oops!”

He drunkenly walk to the entrance door, pushing it open. He walks in, shutting it close. He leaned against the door. “Fu*k.”

He trailed up the stairs, heading to his room. Clarabelle saw Pablo, she ran to the laundry room where Anastasia was with her dirty clothes. Anastasia flinched at the sound of the door, yelling Clarabelle’s name.

“Clara?!”

“You can’t believe this.” Clarabelle said, ignoring her.

“Believe what?” She asked, looking interested to know.

“I just saw Pablo, and guess what?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Not really good at guessing.”

“He is drunk and wasted. I think he must have had a long night having fun at one of the stripper clubhouse.”

Anastasia felt her heart has just stopped beating, like some one had placed a big stone right on her chest. Did she just hear Clarabelle say a stripper clubhouse? Or was it her imagination saying that?

“Did you just say a clubhouse?” Since the night she visited Kimber’s clubhouse, she knew exactly what a clubhouse meant.

“You heard me right.” She said, not noticing Anastasia’s mood. “Well, you better hurry up and help him out or he falls off the staircase.”

She left what she was doing, running to the direction of his room. Clarabelle on the other side, was busy smiling in excitement for her.

Anastasia ran with pain and anger in her heart. Why was she feeling this way? It shouldn’t bother her, right? It shouldn’t be her concern either, but why does she feel strange over what Clarabelle had told her? Was that strange feeling jealousy?

Pablo wasn’t fully drunk as Clarabelle had described, at least he can walk and see where he was actually going to. Anastasia stopped running, waiting for him to come closer.

“You’re wasted.” She said, a hint of anger in her voice.

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“No, I meant big wasted.”

She was looking at him, imagining why he’d be out at such time of the night all for the sake of drinking and what-so-ever he was doing there.

“Are you just gonna stand there or at least help me into my room?” He said, drunkenly.

Anastasia hung his arm around her neck, and one hand in his waste for support. His weight pressed against her, and the scent of the alcohol ached her stomach. She helped him into his room, dropping him on the bed.

“I can’t believe you.” She said mentally, turning to leave.

She was about leaving when he grabbed her hand, pulling her close to himself. “What the fu*k do you wanna do?” She asked, her eyes wide open.

“What exactly does it look like I’m about to do?”

Anastasia feared what he was about to do to her, and she hoped it wasn’t what she was thinking. “Let me go. You’re drunk, okay?” She struggled.

“I’m not drunk. I know what I am doing.” He grabs the collar of her gown, tearing it in halves. Anastasia landed a hot slap on his face. “Oops.” He said, touching his affected cheek.

“Now I see, you’re no different from your brother.” She said tearfully, leaving the room.

He exhaled heavily. “Oh, fu*king night.” He said, laying flat on his bed.

He dozed off.

Anastasia ran to the basement, her hands holding her cloth. She can’t believe what happened, he almost raped her? It’s not even close to a week Micheal had raped her and he was gonna do the same too? He was gonna cause more pain to her?

She locks the door, falling on the bed as she wept uncontrollably. “Why would you do this to me? Why? I always thought you were different from them, but I was wrong. You’re just the same!”

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To Be Continued…