Victor Gonzalez gazed into Etta's eyes, his fingers intertwined with hers as they strolled along the moonlit beach. The sound of the waves and the warmth of the summer breeze wrapped around them, creating a sense of tranquility.
Etta smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. 'I love you, Victor,' she whispered.
Victor's lips curled into a gentle smile. "I love you too, mi amor," he replied, his voice low and husky.
As they walked, the waves washing over their feet, Victor felt a sense of peace settle over him. This was what he wanted – a life with Etta.
Victor Gonzalez, a force to be reckoned with.
Victor Gonzalez had a smooth olive-toned skin, and piercing dark eyes that seem to see right through you. His hair is a rich, dark brown, perfectly messy and tousled, with a subtle wave that adds to his effortless charm, a mid forties charm.
His nose is strong and straight, and his full lips curve into a perpetual hint of a smile, as if he's always privy to a secret joke. His jawline is sharp and defined, framing his face with a rugged elegance.
He has broad shoulders, a muscular build, and a tall, athletic physique that exudes confidence and power. When he moves, his entire being radiates a sense of fluidity and grace, like a panther gliding through the shadows.
His outfit was a pair of light-blue paired with a breathable white button-down shirt, white flip-flops, it gave him a comfy beach vibe.
His eyes sparkle with warmth and kindness, putting those around him at ease, while his sharp features and strong jawline command respect and attention.
He was charming and had an upright confidence. A business mogul in Real Estate, Gonzalez Properties, with an estimated net worth of $800 million dollars.
He had everything, power, strength and wealth.
"Remember when we met at Louis café, you looked so beautiful..I knew I had to make you my wife" he said with a low husky voice.
"Oh Victor, you make me so happy, I can remember how you looked..tired but gave me still hot. And when you came to talk to me, I was so lost in your eyes.
"Victor I love you and I want every day, every night, every minute..second and hour"
"I love you too my queen, my beautiful Etta."
Etta Gonzalez, Victor's heart code, her rich caramel skin was a beauty to be proud of, a late
thirties black beauty.
Her features were finely chiseled, with high cheekbones, a slender nose, and full, luscious lips that curve into a gentle, enigmatic smile. Her eyes are pools of dark, shining beauty, fringed with thick lashes that add to their allure.
Her brown hair was a crowning glory, a tumble of thick, luscious locks that cascade down her back like a waterfall of night. The texture is silky-smooth, with hints of subtle curls that add to its allure. With an average feminine height.
Her physique is statuesque, with a lithe, athletic build that speaks to a quiet confidence and strength. Her curves are generous and womanly, with a sensual, feminine flair that is impossible to ignore. Her shoulders were like that of Victoria 's Secret model. Victor and Etta were like a match made in heaven, they were like a 90's romantic movie.
Her flowy sundress was baby blue with a pair of blue of sandals, with a baby blue beach bag. The baby blue made her aura warm and amazing.
"Let's go home my love, we don't want Danielle to start looking for us." She said softly.
Victor chuckled lightly "Okay my queen"
As they strolled in the beach, the moonlight reflected on their faces..there was no better feeling than this.
Victor's arm was wrapped around Etta like a baby wrapping his hands around his mother, there was a serene feeling in the atmosphere.
As the moonlight dipped below the horizon, the Victor and Etta reluctantly left the beach, hand in hand. They stroll across the sand, their feet carrying them away from the soothing sound of the waves.
As they reached the parking lot, they spotted their car, a sleek and shiny vehicle that seems to glow in the fading light. They walked towards it, their pace leisurely, their fingers intertwined.
Etta reached into her beach bag and pulls out the car keys, handing them to her partner with a smile. He unlocks the door, and they both slide into the cool, air-conditioned interior.
As they buckled up,Etta started the engine, and the car purred to life. They pulled out of the parking lot, leaving the beach behind, and begin to drive home.
The scenic route takes them along the coast, the ocean views giving way to picturesque neighborhoods and finally, their own quiet suburban street. They pull into their driveway, the house looming before them, its windows glowing warmly in the evening light.
The couple exchanged a tender glance, as Victor killed the engine. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, savoring the peacefulness of the evening.
Finally, they stirred, opening their doors and stepping out into the warm night air. Hand in hand, they walk towards their front door, ready to leave the stresses of the day behind and indulge in a relaxing evening together.
They drove through their luxurious estate that oozed luxuriousness and sophistication, the house was a majestic, it had expansive windows, and a gleaming, metallic façade that seems to shimmer in the sunlight.
The entrance had a stunning, hand-carved wooden door that swings open to reveal a breathtaking foyer. The interior was a masterclass in elegant design, with soaring ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and rich, dark hardwood floors that seem to stretch on forever.
As they enter their cozy home, they're enveloped in the warm glow of soft lighting, the scent of fresh flowers, and the comforting familiarity of their own space. They kick off their shoes, and with a contented sigh, they settle into their peaceful evening routine, together.
To one side, a sweeping staircase curves upward like a ribbon, leading to a spacious landing and the luxurious bedrooms beyond. Each room is a serene oasis, with plush carpets, lavish furnishings, and expansive windows that frame the breathtaking views.
The gourmet kitchen is a culinary dream, with sleek, high-gloss cabinets, gleaming marble countertops, and a suite of professional-grade appliances that would make even the most discerning chef jealous.
There were luxurious amenities, including a private movie theater, a state-of-the-art gym, a lavish spa, and an indoor swimming pool that seems to stretch on forever.
Outside, the grounds are equally impressive, with manicured lawns, vibrant gardens, and a sparkling, infinity-edge pool that seems to blend seamlessly into the surrounding landscape.
As they enter their cozy home, they're enveloped in the warm glow of soft lighting, the scent of fresh flowers, and the comforting familiarity of their own space. They kick off their shoes, and with a contented sigh, they settle into their peaceful evening routine, together.
"I'm tired" Etta said exhaustedly.
"Where's my daughter?" Victor said excitedly
"She's in her room with her nanny Carolina"
Victor ran with excitement to Danielle's room, the only thing he could think about was grabbing his daughter.
"Daddy!" Danielle screamed with excitement.
Victor had a huge smile plastered on his face, is running down the hallway, his footsteps light and eager. His eyes are shining with excitement, and his arms are open wide, ready to envelop his little girl in a warm hug.
As he approached her room he couldn't help but quicken his pace, his enthusiasm and love for his child propelling him forward. He bursts through the doorway, a look of pure delight on his face, and swept his daughter up in a tight, loving embrace.
Danielle was caught up in excitement, she giggled and wrapped her arms around her father's neck, holding him close as he spins her around in a joyful circle. The air is filled with the sweet sound of laughter and the warmth of unconditional love.
Danielle's smooth, velvety skin has a rich,caramel tone, like polished mahogany or the deepest, most luxurious chocolate. Her delicate features are finely chiseled, with full cheeks, a tiny nose, and full, plump lips that curve into a sweet, gentle smile.
Her eyes are pools of bright, shining stars, sparkling with curiosity and innocence. They gleam with a her rich dark brown warm shade that draws you in and makes you feel welcome.
Her hair was a dense,wild tangle of soft, curly and black that spring from her scalp like a halo.
Her pink sundress was all that mattered to her.
Her room was delicate, is a haven of softness and warmth, a nurturing environment that envelops the little one in comfort and security.
The walls are painted a soothing pink shade, creating a calming atmosphere .The furniture is carefully chosen for its functionality and safety, with a sturdy crib, a comfortable glider rocker, and a changing table with ample storage for diapers and essentials. With plasters of Disney princesses stickers on the wall.
Her bed was adored in baby pink with delicate, colorful bedding and a few soft, cuddly toys that add a touch of warmth and personality to the space. Her curtains were billowy created a cozy, protected space for the her to rest. A plush white area rug laid in the middle of the room
Carolina's face was gentle and oval, her pointed nose and high cheeks bones gave her confident look, her hair was slick and packed in a bun..she wore a satin blouse paired with white jeans that reached her ankles, on her feet where white ballet flat shoes.
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"There's my Princess!" Victor proclaimed with excitement with Danielle in his arms.
" My Danielle Asesina Gonzalez, your dress looks beautiful!" Victor spoke happily.
"Daddy! Carolina and I made sand castles in the beach" she screamed excitedly.
"They were so big and gigantic and enormous and—and..they were mighty daddy!" She said with a high pitch tone.
"Did you have fun sweetheart " he questioned smiling?
"Yes daddy I did" she replied twirling in excitement.
Etta was feeling uneasy about Victor's statement, she was tensed wondering why Victor always called her 'Asesina'
"Why do keep calling her that name?" Etta asked looking concerned
"Mommy I love that name, it means killer, always says I'm going to kill with my beauty and brains" she said widening her eyes with excitement.
"She's just five years old Victor" she added with exhaustion.
"I know, she's going to run my empire, she needs to know her self and place in this world.
"She's not a killer Victor!" She uttered sharply.
"She's my child Etta!" Victor replied sternly
The atmosphere became tense, there was a moment of graveyard silence, Danielle kept on staring at her parents simultaneously.
"Gracias Carolina.." he thanked lightly
"De nada, Señor Gonzalez" she replied with gratitude.
"Well my wife would be home to take care of Danielle… you can't go home now, it's late, you'd leave tomorrow" he commented softly.
"Si,gracias señor" Carolina replied lightly.
There was a loud knock on the door. The night air was tense with anticipation as a loud, insistent knocking echoed through the Gonzalez's residence.
"Carolina please get the door" Victor commanded.
Carolina ran downstairs like a tracker.
"Daddy what is happening " Danielle asked inquisitively widening her eyes.
"Nothing Asesina, when Carolina gets back she'll put you to sleep, okay? Asesina?"He said softly.
"Okay Daddy" Danielle replied playfully.
Etta eyes grew wide in suspicion, she was eager to know who that was and he or she wanted with Victor.
"Victor?" She asked suspiciously
"Yes, Etta?" He replied softly.
"What's happening?" She questioned.
"Nothing, I'll handle it"
Victor went downstairs with ease he walked out with confident knowing whatever he was going to do.
Carolina stood by the door like an obedient lieutenant.
"Who could that be?" He questioned sharply.
"I don't know Sir" she replied anxiously.
"Open the door!" He commanded harshly.
In fear Carolina opened the door. The sound of the opening door was fearful.
"Put Danielle to a sleep."
Victor stood with confidence, his eyes shook with maliciousness.
Hector Alvarez, the man behind the door, was a towering figure, with a menacing scowl etched on his face. His fists were clenched and unclenched as he waited for the door to open, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He had a strong, imposing presence, with a rugged, battle-hardened air about him.
Hector had likely a large, muscular man, with broad shoulders and a powerful build. His face was probably rough-hewn, with sharp angles and a strong jawline, and his eyes were a piercing, intense brown that seemed to bore into those he looked at.
"Hola, Hector, how are you?"
"Trying to blow my ear drums out with that loud knock is not a greeting" he said sarcastically.
"Good to see you Gonzalez" he said strongly.
Victor gave Hector a death stare, his eyes were like a burning flame.
"Let's go to my office" he said fiercely.
Etta stood in a distance watching what was happening, her eyes narrowed as she watched the two man disappear into the house, Her instincts screamed at her to follow, she quietly followed, tip-toeing calmly.
They arrived at a nondescript door that blended seamlessly into the wall. Victor produced a keycard, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. Etta's heart skipped a beat as she quietly snicked in, she realized she was being led into a secret lair, hidden deep beneath the house.
The secret lair was a vast, dimly lit chamber hidden deep beneath Victor's opulent mansion. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and the sound of muffled screams echoed through the space.
The walls were lined with rows of sleek, high-tech computer terminals and surveillance equipment, casting a futuristic glow over the room. A massive, circular table dominated the center of the lair, surrounded by plush, leather-bound chairs.
Behind the table, a massive, floor-to-ceiling screen displayed a constant feed of surveillance footage, maps, and financial data. The screen was flanked by two imposing, stone-faced guards, their eyes fixed intently on the surroundings.
To one side of the room, a heavily fortified door led to a secure vault, rumored to contain millions of dollars in cash, gold, and precious gems. Nearby, a sleek, black glass bar stood, stocked with top-shelf liquor and champagne.
Throughout the lair, lavish decorations and artwork adorned the walls, a testament to the drug lord's exquisite taste and vast wealth. Despite the opulence, however, the atmosphere was one of foreboding and menace, a sense that anything could happen within these secret walls.
There were two henchmen standing at the side of the room.
Etta was confused, wondering where Victor and Hector led her to, she was hell bent in knowing what business these men had with each other.
Behind Victor's real estate business, he was a ruthless criminal drug lord. His drug business was a vast and lucrative empire, spanning multiple countries and continents. He was a feared by his competitors and respected by his peers.
At the heart of Victor's operation was a sophisticated network of smugglers, distributors, and dealers. They worked tirelessly to supply a steady flow of narcotics to the streets, using cleverly concealed routes and methods to evade detection by law enforcement.
Victor's organization was a well-oiled machine, with each cog working in tandem to maximize profits and minimize risk. His team of skilled accountants and money launderers ensured that the proceeds from his illicit activities were carefully hidden and invested, allowing Victor to maintain a lavish lifestyle while keeping his empire thriving.
Despite his success, Victor remained vigilant, always looking for ways to expand his operation and eliminate potential threats. He was a master strategist, using a combination of bribery, intimidation, and violence to maintain his grip on the lucrative drug trade.
As the undisputed kingpin of his empire, Victor's word was law. His underlings lived in constant fear of his wrath, knowing that even the slightest mistake could result in severe punishment or even death.
Through his vast network of informants and enforcers, Victor maintained a tight grip on his territory, crushing any opposition and eliminating anyone who dared to challenge his authority. His reputation as a ruthless and cunning leader was striking fear into the hearts of his enemies and commanding respect from his allies.
Victor and Hector, partners in a lucrative cocaine trafficking operation. Their latest shipment, worth millions, had arrived from Colombia, but Victor's accountants had noticed a discrepancy in the books. It seemed that a substantial amount of product was missing, and Victor was convinced that Hector was behind the theft.
Hector had been acting suspiciously, flaunting his newfound wealth and making extravagant purchases. Victor's suspicions were further fueled when he received a tip from a trusted informant that Hector had been secretly meeting with a rival trafficker, negotiating a deal to sell the stolen cocaine with $15 million as his profit.
Hector was confident in his own connections and convinced that Victor wouldn't dare to take action against him.
"I've got something for you" Hector said sharply dropping files at his table
"A detailed and honest account of our transactions." Hector said raising his right eyebrow.
Victor's eyes scanned the documents before him, his mind racing with the implications. He had received a cryptic tip from a trusted source, hinting that Hector was planning something big. And now, as he pored over the papers, he knew exactly what that something was. He studied Hector quietly, he noticed Hector's uneasy and restless state.
Victor scanned through the files and discovered that Hector had a plan, meticulously detailed and chillingly comprehensive, laid before him. Hector had been secretly gathering a team of loyal operatives, men who would stop at nothing to eliminate Victor and take control of the business. The documents outlined a timeline, a precise sequence of events designed to culminate in Victor's demise.
Victor's face remained impassive, but his heart pounded in his chest. He had always known that Hector was ambitious, but he had never suspected that his partner was capable of such treachery. A cold, calculated anger began to build inside him, fueled by a sense of betrayal.
He leaned to his chair, steepling his fingers together as he contemplated his next move. Hector thought he was clever, but Victor had always been one step ahead. And now, with this knowledge, he would make sure that Hector paid for his deceit.
Hector's eyes flashed with desperation as he pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at Victor. "You're not going to kill me, Victor," he sneered, his voice trembling with rage.
"I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to take over your business."
Victor's expression didn't change, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he calculated his next move. "You're a foolish man, Hector," he said calmly. "You think you can just kill me and take over? You can't take what's mine Rodriguez"
Hector's face twisted with anger, and he took a step closer to Victor, the gun still trained on him. "I'll kill you, watch your family suffer Victor"
Victor's eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.
"You'll never get away with this, Hector," he said, his voice dripping with venom.
"No one messes with the godfather. People who did are not alive to tell the story"
Hector's smile grew wider, and he pulled the trigger.
Victor's eyes blazed with fury as he confronted Hector. "You stole from me, Hector," he roared.
"You skimmed millions from our last shipment"
Hector sneered, his face twisted with arrogance. "I want to take what's mine Gonzalez!" he taunted.
Victor's face turned purple with rage. "You're a foolish man, Hector," he hissed.
"You think you can cross me and get away with it? I'll show you what happens to people who betray me!" He roared out.
Victor's eyes locked onto Hector's, his gaze icy and unyielding. He slowly raised his gun, the metal glinting in the dim light of the room. Hector's eyes widened, his face frozen in a mixture of shock and terror.
Without a word, Victor pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was loud and piercing, echoing off the walls of the room. Hector's body jerked backward, his eyes snapping shut as a red hole appeared on his forehead.
Victor fired again, the second bullet striking Hector's forehead with a sickening crunch. The third shot followed quickly, the bullet tearing into Hector's skull and sending him crashing to the floor.
The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of Victor as he stood over Hector's lifeless body. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his face twisted in a snarl of rage and satisfaction.
"This is what happens when you take the foolish path"
"Men take care of this bullshit" he said calmly.
His henchmen rushed out from the corner of the room to take the corpse out of the room.
Etta who was watching from a distance was frozen in horror.
Her eyes went wide as she stumbled backward, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. She had been standing in the shadows, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and fascination.
As Victor stood over Hector's lifeless body, Etta's eyes locked onto the gun still clutched in Victor's hand. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that Victor had just killed Hector in cold blood.
Etta's mind racing, she turned and ran, dashing out of the room and down the hallway. She could hear Victor's voice behind her, calling out her name, but she didn't stop. She kept running until she reached the safety of her own room, where she locked the door behind her and collapsed onto the bed, her heart pounding in her chest.
She was shocked to know who Victor was, a ruthless drug lord and a cold blooded killer.