Thomas Gant- Fake RP

The Apple on the Silver Tray Rain hammers the brownstone windows like it wants in. I stand at the top of the grand staircase, black silk clinging to my skin still warm from their stares. Below, they toast my "coming of age" My father’s smile is a blade wrapped with horror and +

#VengefulWritesAgain #ShortSolo Homecoming: Pt 2 Relaxing by the pool of her rented home, Anika was finally able to breathe, no longer feeling the cloying sense of panic and fear, no more urge to run She had sent @Brett_Ford_RP a quick message, letting him know she was+

💜 Mini Solo. 💜 "𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔."

#VengefulWritesAgain #ShortSolo Homecoming: A short solo -After making the necessary arrangements with clients, Anika was making the final checks, cross checking her mental lists with the extensive lists in front of her on her lap. She had managed to secure a large house with+

SOLO •• Red is my color •• "Two weeks I think .. No , no worries am fully covered. Any words ? Perfect .. Best keep it so. Give her a hug and kiss from me .. Talk soon-ish. Love you too .. Bye." Phone call ended I was back to entertaining my fur babies. >>

♡ What Happens in NYC ♡ #SovereignOpening #Solo The day went by in a daze — me landing in NYC, getting a cab and going to the Hotel for the grand opening event, and my jet-lagged brain couldn't process until I got a proper sleep, followed by a warm bath. So I decided to do +

The Reveal…. The hum of the plane’s engines had felt like a death knell during the flight back to New York. I sat in coach, blending in with the tourists, my mind looping the footage of the Tretyakov Gallery like a broken film strip. The shadow. The way he moved. The way he >

Sunday — A quiet reflection. Pause and take a moment to look back on the past week. Reset• Realign• Leave behind anything that doesn't bring you peace and move forward with intention. Be grateful you get another chance to get it right. To make it better. Don't waste it.

Solo New Beginnings I stood in the dimly lit club, watching my sisters with a soft smile that spoke of contentment. I was wearing a striking outfit that always drew attention—the backless dress hugged my figure and hit just above the knees, paired with elegant strappy heels >

Solo The Arrangement Part Three I entrusted Theo with managing the tense situation among the men in the office, ensuring he understood the gravity of maintaining control. As I was about to walk away from Theo, he suddenly grabbed my waist with firm yet gentle fingers, pressed me against his broad chest, and whispered in my ear, “I'd better text him if I need him. He will inform Lorenzo.” Theo then softly kissed my neck, tracing along my collarbone with deliberate tenderness, and finally pressed his lips to my wrist. In a hushed tone, he whispered, “Ti amo, Abigail. Non dimenticare che sei il mio cuore e ucciderò qualcuno per il mio cuore.” I rose onto my tiptoes, returned Theo's deep, meaningful kiss with both hands on his face, then carefully removed my delicate engagement and wedding rings, along with the bracelets he had given me, their cold metal familiar in my hand. “Hold these. I will come back for them,” I said quietly. He chuckled softly, a reassuring sound, then nodded at Jesse to follow us. Alex, Lorenzo’s trusted bodyguard from the family’s security detail, was always alert, his sharp eyes evident even in the dim light. Dante was waiting for us inside the cave, the walls damp and earthy, the faint scent of moss and stale water lingering in the air. Gabby and I wore old, worn jeans and loose shirts, prepared for concealment and stealth. The music echoed softly through the narrow, rocky passage, creating a tense, almost ritualistic atmosphere. Inside, he was hanging upside down from the ceiling by sturdy, thick ropes, blood rushing to his battered face, which was swollen from the recent fight. I pushed him firmly to rouse him, my voice low but fierce. “You know you fucked with the wrong Mastroddi,” I said with intensity, towering over him. He realized he had crossed a dangerous line. “What hand did you use to touch my sister’s ass?” I saw his Adam's apple bob as he struggled to swallow, his face flushing, eyes darting with fear. I turned to Dante, subtly signaling him to intervene, knowing his head was clouded by adrenaline and bloodlust. “You're Abigail Mastroddi, the Capo Dei Capi,” I said, my tone unyielding as Dante stepped forward, guiding him to stand before me. Jesse was nearby, quiet and observant, adhering to my husband's strict orders to stay close for protection. “It’s a pleasure. But you still haven't answered my question: which hand did you use to touch my sister’s ass? She already told you three times,” I pressed, my voice steady. He hesitated, caught off guard, eyes flickering with panic, while Gabby smirked knowingly behind me. “Just cut his damn balls off and call it a day,” I joked, glancing at my sister, who genuinely enjoyed playing the villain with a wicked smile. She understood I liked to intimidate someone into submission through fear. The man looked at me with wide, trembling eyes. “Please don't kill me,” he begged desperately. Jesse, ever calm, stepped forward slowly and approached me. “Abby, he worked for the sperm donor,” he said quietly, his voice measured. Jesse then gently placed a reassuring hand on the back of the man’s neck, as if to coax compliance. “I think Theo will find him useful for what we need,” Jesse added with a subtle nod. I recognized Jesse's reasoning and nodded in agreement, silently consenting to let him take the man away. “Shoot him before he goes upstairs,” Jesse commanded. Without hesitation, Jesse pulled out a pistol and shot him in the kneecap, the deafening crack shattering his kneecap and leaving him unable to escape or run. Gabby sat silently next to me, her face tense with frustration. “Damn, we can hear him screaming from upstairs,” she said grimly. I shook my head slowly, both of us understanding that the days of the sperm donor’s reign of terror were coming to an end and that justice was imminent. >