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## Pov: Sarah
I am Sarah, the daughter of the Lady of Crime. My life has never been marked by tranquility; on the contrary, I grew up in a world where darkness intertwined with every breath I took. From a young age, I was taught to navigate a maze of lies and betrayals, where every corner could hide an enemy or an ally. My mother, a woman of stunning beauty and unshakable strength, did everything to shape me into the next queen of crime. Life by her side was not just hell; it was an emotional battlefield, where each day brought new wounds and invisible scars.
### My Mother's Story
My mother did not have a happy childhood. She was just an ordinary woman who married one of the most feared men in Mexico, a true monster who fed on others' pain. Violence and abuse were her constant shadows, like ghosts that never let her be at peace. She learned to defend herself in a world that had no compassion, and soon realized she needed allies to survive. That's when she started using her beauty as a lethal weapon, seducing powerful men to secure her survival and mine.
When she got pregnant with me, the abuse didn't stop; it just temporarily decreased. I was born into a tense environment, where every return of my father was preceded by a storm of anger and frustration. He unloaded his frustrations on my mother, and when I entered the world, his expectations were shattered. He wanted an heir, but what he got was a daughter.
### The First Shock
At three years old, I already knew fear. My father began to abuse me, and my mother, exhausted by the pain and helplessness, decided it was time to change the game. In one week of intense training, she learned how to shoot a gun. And then came that fateful day: he came home drunk and furious for losing some merchandise. When he raised his hand against me, my mother didn't hesitate. With a determined and desperate look, she shot him repeatedly until silence overtook the room.
It was the first time I saw someone die — my own father — while I barely understood what was happening. That scene was etched in my mind like an indelible tattoo. Since then, I learned to be tough with myself; there was no room for weakness in our distorted reality.
### Growing Up in the Shadows
Over time, my mother became a feared figure in the criminal underworld. Many didn't accept seeing her as a boss; she had to use her body as currency to win allies. Those who didn't submit were eliminated without mercy. Thus, I grew up in an environment where every lesson was about survival — about how to turn pain into power.
I developed a dark hobby: from a young age, discovering the pleasure of playing with other people's feelings became my favorite pastime. I made men fall in love with me just to use them and then discard them as if they had no value. It was fascinating to see them devastated, destroyed by rejection. When I entered college, I didn't leave this part of me behind. On the contrary, I perfected the game. I did this with insecure nerds, confident men, and even arrogant womanizers. I manipulated them, ridiculed them, and exposed their weaknesses, especially when they failed to meet my needs.
But then he appeared.
Nael was not like the others. His confidence was not exaggerated, but solid and understated. Despite his loose clothes, thick glasses, and cliché nerd appearance, there was something about him that caught my attention. I began to watch him more closely, intrigued by the mystery he carried. I decided to play with him, as I had with the others.
One afternoon, I found him alone and pressed him against the wall, trying to intimidate him, but it was a mistake. When our eyes met and I noticed those inviting red lips, I simply couldn't resist. What was supposed to be just a peck turned into a deep kiss. His taste was unique, indescribable, as if all the sweetest and freshest fruits in the world were concentrated there. It wasn't imagination. It was real.
When I finally pulled away from him, trembling with desire, I retreated to the women's bathroom, unable to process what had just happened. I tried to erase that moment with other men, but none of them came close to awakening in me what Nael had. It was both frustrating and exciting at the same time.
### Falling Into Desire
After that burning kiss, I sought out other men in a desperate attempt to erase that sweet taste from my memory — but nothing compared to his lips. At parties, I always sought his presence; every touch from me seemed like an invitation to the abyss of desire. That night, at a party full of people, I saw him again. Despite the loose clothes and seemingly relaxed posture, there was something about Nael that exuded control. Something that irresistibly attracted me. I couldn't resist.
I waited until he was alone. When I managed to get close, I pulled him into one of the rooms, locking the door behind us. He seemed surprised, but his eyes showed no fear, only curiosity.
— Why do you do this? — he asked, his voice calm, almost provocative.
— Because I want to, and no one tells me otherwise.
Before he could respond, I advanced, pressing my body against his. My hands slid over his chest, feeling the muscles hidden beneath the loose shirt. Nael didn't resist; instead, he held my waist firmly, his warm fingers against my skin, and responded to my kiss with an intensity that left me breathless.
I unbuttoned his pants with trembling hands, discovering what he hid. When I finally saw it, I was speechless. It was thick, imposing, and the sight of it made me salivate with desire. Nael looked at me with a slight smile, as if he knew exactly what was about to happen.
I knelt before him, letting my mouth explore every inch of that monster. He let out a hoarse moan, his hand resting in my hair as I worked, tasting the bitter and addictive flavor of his skin. When I finally climbed on top of him, my legs were shaking. The fit was slow, painfully delicious, filling me in a way no one ever had before. The pleasure I felt was three times what I was used to.
— Oh my God... — I whispered, as my body adjusted to that absurd size.
I began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. Nael tried to hold my hips, but I refused and took control. And when I reached the peak, my body arched, a scream escaping my lips. I was completely lost in him.
Afterward, I lay next to him, trying to catch my breath. Nael looked at me, his face calm, but his eyes burned with something I couldn't decipher.
— That was... amazing.
I just smiled, an enigmatic smile, before getting up and fixing my clothes.
— That doesn't change anything.
And then I left, leaving him there, trying to zip up his pants as I didn't want anything other than his cock, not even his clothes. And that happened a few more times, but I never tried to take off his clothes or pretend to like him. I only wanted his cock and maybe his lips. Everything else was just leftover.
### Internal Conflict
The situation got complicated when Nael showed up and found me with another guy at a party — his jealousy erupted like a volcano about to explode. When he suggested we should be boyfriend and girlfriend, I reacted with anger; I punched the air near him.
"Why can't you just show up with someone else!" he yelled indignantly.
"And you think you can control my life?" I shot back, my eyes cold. I said this while throwing a punch at his face, but I ended up swerving and destroying a wall instead.
He didn't seem scared; he looked disappointed — something in him had radically changed since our first meeting.
The Party
The night everything changed started like any other. Ivan, one of the most popular and arrogant guys in college, invited me to a party. I accepted, bringing Nayara and some friends with me. We drank, danced, and laughed, but my mind wandered, always returning to Nael.
Ivan, as usual, insisted on being alone with me. I went up with him to one of the rooms. After some kissing, I decided to ease his insistence with my hands. He was good, acceptable, but nothing that impressed me. My body longed for something more, something Nael had awakened in me. Frustrated, I suggested we return to the party, which irritated Ivan.
When we came downstairs, my eyes found Nael. He was there, but different. Even with the loose clothes, something about him had changed. An aura of danger and power emanated from his posture. He looked directly at Nayara, completely ignoring my presence, and simply said:
— Let's go home.
Ivan, always provocative, decided to play with fire. He started mocking Nael, insulting his mother. The change was instant. Nael lunged like a storm. With one punch, he broke Ivan's nose, who staggered, surprised and bleeding. When Ivan tried to retaliate, Nael was even faster. In seconds, Ivan's arm was twisted at an impossible angle, and the sound of ribs cracking echoed through the room.
The silence in the party was absolute. No one dared interfere. Nayara, unlike everyone else, smiled in satisfaction. I looked at her, expecting her to say something to stop Nael, but all she did was murmur:
— He finally showed a little of what he's capable of.
Nael, impassive, released Ivan as if he were a broken toy and said calmly:
— Don't test my limits again.
Without looking back, he turned to Nayara and repeated:
— Let 's go home.
I stood frozen. For the first time, I felt that I had faltered. Maybe I had underestimated Nael. Something in him had changed, something I still didn't understand, but I knew that from that moment on, my life would never be the same.
**Pov: Celestia**
Things have been going well lately at the company. Black Industries not only leads technological advances but also influences other corporations to follow the same pace. Despite the constant pressure, I feel accomplished seeing the progress we've made.
My children have also been standing out, especially Nael. Even without a formal degree, he has the knowledge and skill of someone with a doctorate. I know he is reserved, but the potential he holds is immeasurable.
However, as always, calm doesn't last. A new headache has emerged: the mafia, the "family" of their father, discovered that Nayara has reappeared. Now, they want to force her to marry the boss's son. This is something I won't accept, nor would I under any circumstances. Nayara should have the right to choose her own fate.
Still, I was forced to attend a dinner, an event that will bring together all the illegal organizations. They claimed they also wanted to meet Nael, the son who supposedly disappeared. There is no way to refuse. This will be tomorrow, and the tension is already growing within me.
I called Nael and Nayara to my office to inform them about the situation. They are now before me, attentive but clearly displeased with what's to come.
— It's time for you to meet your father's family — I said bluntly, my tone serious and firm.
Nayara was the first to react, crossing her arms, her expression showing clear disdain.
— I don't want to get involved with the mafia — she declared, categorically.
I expected this answer. Nayara has always been like me: determined and stubborn, but this wasn't something she could simply avoid.
— This wasn't a request, Nayara. And even if they hadn't organized this dinner, you deserve to meet this part of the story. No matter how hypocritical and despicable they are, it's something you need to face.
I turned my gaze to Nael. He didn't seem surprised, just observing in silence.
— And you, Elyon, what do you have to say?
He looked at me with that serious, cold gaze he always carried since his transformation by the Order.
— They'd better hold the capo's brother's dog. If he tries to pull something, I'll blow his brains out — he said with the same disturbing calmness as always.
His tone was a mix of threat and certainty, and there was no doubt he would do what he said. Nayara looked at him with admiration, while I felt that bitter pride. My son had changed so much, and though he was still my Elyon, part of me knew he would never be the same.
I sighed, trying to ease the tension.
— At least do me the favor of wearing something decent. Wear one of the clothes I bought for you, maybe that black one. I just want to see you with your original look.
Nael hesitated for a moment, but then nodded.
— Alright. By tomorrow night, my hair will be long again, and I won't hide my features anymore.
— Really? — I asked, almost not believing.
He just gave me a quick look before going upstairs, ending the conversation without further explanation.
I turned my attention to Nayara.
— What happened for him to change so suddenly?
She seemed reluctant to answer but eventually shrugged and said:
— A woman.
— I see... All the boys go through that one day — I commented, trying to downplay what that meant, although I knew it was deeper than it seemed.