The Demon’s Claim

Cassiano De Luca stood beside his brother, Emanuele, gazing out of the rolling hills of their family's vineyard. The sun drenched landscape belied the darkness of their conversation.

"Cassiano, we have a problem," Emanuele

Said, his voice low and urgent.

Cassiano's eyes widened, "What kind of problem?"

"Someone's been making moves against our interest in America'" Emanuele replied, "I need you to take care of it."

Cassiano's jaw clenched, "Who's behind it?"

"One of the Morano family's loyaltist,"

Emanuele answered. "He's been secretly working with the Russians to undermine our operations."

Cassiano's eyes flashed with anger, "I'll take care of it."

Emanuele's expression turned grave, "Be careful, Cassiano. This isn't just about the business. It's personal."

Cassiano nodded, his mind racing with strategies and targets.

"I'll leave for America tonight," Cassiano said.

He boarded his private jet, the De Luca family crest emblazoned on the side.

The luxurious interior enveloped him in comfort as he settled into his seat.

"Destination, sir?" His pilot, Marco asked.

"New York city, JFK airport," Cassiano replied.

Marco nodded, "Estimsted flight time, 9 hours and 30 minutes,"

As the jet soared into the night sky, Cassisno poured himself a glass of scotch. He gazed out the window, watching Italy disappear into darkness.

His thoughts turned to the task ahead, eliminating the Morano loyaltist and securing the De Luca's family interests.

Cassiano's expression hardened.

The flight attendant, Alessia approached. "Can I get you anything, sir?"

Cassiano's eyes narrowed, his mind still on the task ahead.

"Just silence, Alessia."

Alessia's gaze lingered on his tense jawline. She knew that look. Cassiano was stressed.

Without a word, she began to undress.

Cassiano's eyes locked onto hers, his dark voice low and husky, "faster."

Alessia's smile flashed as she shed her uniform.

Cassiano's eyes never left hers, his intensity palpable.

He pulled her into a fierce passionate kiss.

Alessia's eyes locked onto Cassiano's, her gaze burning with desire.

She sexily sank to her knees, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt.

Cassiano's breath hitched as Alessia's hands freed him from his trousers.

Her mouth wrapped around him, warm and inviting.

Cassiano moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Alessia's tongue danced, teasing.

Cassiano's grip on her hair tightened, pleasure coursed through him.

Alessia's pace quickened.

Cassiano's eyes closed, lost in ecstasy.

The jet soared through the night sky.

For a moment, Cassiano forgot his duties, his worries. Lost in Alessia's touch.

Their hunger sated.

Cassiano's eyes gleamed.

Alessia's lips curled into a sly smile.

The jet continued its translantic journey. Cassiano's thought still lingered on the task ahead.

But for now, he was satisfied.

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Odetta Wynter, renowned fashion designer, a millionaire, with a reputation for luxury and extravagance, stepped out of her sleek black Porsche, her black suit and skirt accentuating her curves. Christian louboutin heels clicked against the driveway, echoing through the night air. Dark brown luscious curls cascaded down her back, shimmering under the moonlight.

Her beautiful hazel eyes, though told a different story-exhaustion and stress.

The fashion show was just two days away.

"Babe, I'm home!" Odetta called out, expecting a warm welcome.

Silence.

She frowned, removing her heels to tread softly. Underwear on the floor caught her attention. They didn't belong to her.

Her heart sank.

Muffled moans and grunts drifted from upstairs.

Her bare feet barely made a sound as she approached her bedroom door.

The sight before her shattered her world. Her gasp echoed through the room.

"Tyler!" She exclaimed, her voice trembling.

Tyler's eyes snapped open, guilt written across his face.

"Baby, I…"

Odetta'a eyes blazed, "How dare you!"

The woman blonde and petite, scrambled out of the bed, hastily dressing.

"I…I'm sorry, Odetta, I…I can explain," Tyler stammered.

"Get out," Odetta's tone brooked no argument.

The woman left the room immediately, Tyler followed, guilt etched on his face.

As they fled, Odetta's gaze fell upon her bed, now tainted.

She rummaged through her purse, her fingers closing around her iPhone.

She quickly dialed one of her guards number, her voice firm and resolute.

"Make sure Tyler doesn't leave my mansion with any of my cars and properties," She instructed.

Her guard's voice was reassuring on the other end of the line, "Consider it done, ma'am. I'll make sure everything is secure."

As of tomorrow she was cutting him off financially. His days of living off her wealth were over.

As she hung up, tears streamed down her heavenly, perfectly sculpted face. How could Tyler betray her like this.

The silence of her mansion echoed her shattered heart.

"Hey girl, how's prep for the fashion show?" Odetta's phone buzzed, breaking the suffocating silence.

Odetta's tear-stained fingers hovered over the keyboard

"Saskia, it's over..Tyler cheated on me," she attached a photo of the disheveled bedroom.

Saskia's response was immediate, "I'm on my way."

Odetta collapsed on her couch, sobs wracking her body.

Few minutes later, she heard her best friend's voice, "Odetta open up!"

Odetta rose, wiping away her tears.

She flung open the room door, and Saskia rushed in.

"Oh girl!" Saskia enveloped her in a warm hug as they sat on the couch.

"I warned you, Odie. He just wanted you for your money, but you never listened," Saskia said, her voice laced with anger.

Odetta buried her face in Saskia's shoulder, tears streaming down.

"Such a scumbag! How dare he make my baby cry?!" Saskia's anger boiled over, "I'll kick him in the place the sun never shines!

I'll strangle him! I'll…."

"That's enough, Sas," Odetta interrupted, her voice shaking.

Saskia took a deep drag of her cigarette, puffing out smoke.

"Sorry babe. I just can't stand seeing you hurt."

She handed a cigarette to Odetta who hesitated before taking a drag. The nicotine calmness soothes Odetta's frazzled nerves.

"I thought he loved me," she whispered.

Saskia's expression softened, "He loved you for your status, Odetta not you."

Saskia dragged Odetta to her walk-in closet, determined to lift her spirits.

"Let's go clubbing! I won't let you think about that piece of shit and get sad."

Odetta hesitated, citing her stressful day and the upcoming fashion show. But Saskia's persistence won out.

In Odetta's walk-in closet, Saskia scanned the elegant yet conservating dresses, "You don't have anything revealing? Boring!"

Finally, she found two dress that showed some skin, "Green or black?"

"The black dress," Odetta replied .

As Odetta changed, Saskia admired her own reflection, adjusting her black crop top, showcasing her toned abs, black mini skirt, highlighting her athletic legs, long curly honey-blonde hair, bright piercing chestnut brown eyes accentuated with thick eyeliner, smooth caramel-toned skin.

Meanwhile, Odetta emerged in the black dress, stunning Saskia.

Elegant, sophisticated features. Rich dark brown, long, luscious curls. Bright hazel eyes with golden flecks, fringed with thick lashes.

Full bust, slender waist, curvy hips, and toned legs.

Porcelain doll-like skin. Flawless, radiant, and delicate.

"You look breathtaking," Saskia exclaimed, "All eyes will be on you!"

Odetta smiled, feeling confident.

Together, they made a striking duo - Saskia's edgy boldness complementing Odetta's elegant sophistication.

"Let's go show Tyler what he's lost!"

Odetta nodded, ready to shake off her heartache.

"Maybe tonight, you'll find someone to make you forget," Saskia said.