truth

Diana

I felt pride expanding my chest with the phrase about being your drug making a loop, there are drugs that help the body and there are those that destroy body, mind and soul, it's the first time that in this new life someone defines me so well.

I pulled her hair by the back of her neck, making her bleary eyes flare with desire.

— Being mine is not a privilege, it's a martyrdom.

I spoke without averting our eyes, making it very clear what a monster I am.

His hand came against my neck closing the space between our mouths, creating an environment of desire and dark promises contained, a silent agreement signed between our lips.

Each bite of his made my eyes roll in pleasure, his way of trying to assuage the doubts leaving the fingerprints of his fingers squeezing my thighs. I dropped him on the living room rug, getting on top, spreading my hands over the long trunk, making it clear who belongs to whom.

And as much as I tried, the look full of feelings prevailed in the blue iris, accepting everything I'm able to give without any questioning.

I roared in frustration with my cell phone ringing and interrupting the moment, Dragon flashed a smile, quickly getting rid of it as I rolled over my jeans, cursing for having to stop.

Hunter was finally waiting at the entrance to the club. I squirmed once more and got off my frustrated man, knowing the sex when we got back was going to be even better.

I jumped up quickly opening the door, running down the stairs with unbridled anticipation with every step towards my brother in the middle of the great hall. Hunter held back his smile by looking over my shoulder, his steady steps filling the silence, his strong hands making themselves present on the skin within his reach.

Without the need for words we passed some members waving their eyes avoiding any contact with me, when leaving the club the cold night hugged me like an old lover. Senses adjusting to the darkness following Hunter to his opal, I sat in the back watching the two men talking about the grandeur of vintage cars for most of the way through the streets of Fort George to the Upper West Side, The narrow street between the large building belonging to my older brother and another smaller building being the perfect spot to use the fire entrance, the convenience of having Jack in town dealing with the cameras.

I couldn't waste a single second waiting for them, I started to climb the long internal staircase, at some point Dragon complained I only heard the other's laughter in response. All the muscles in my thighs complaining from the repetitive strain as my mind glowed dark red almost touching the prisoner's pain, when I finally reached the tenth floor, I walked through the flame-cut door towards the private elevator.

— It's the only floor without cameras, without soldiers and with digital release of the private elevator. – I answered the silent question.

“Looks like your brother had already prepared himself.

The door opened releasing access to the elevator that for Gia's soldiers was his alone.

“Let's just say Giacomo is the type who likes to have some bloody fun when he's bored.

I grinned at the simple-minded explanation, the reality is that our big brother is a bastard sick with blood, pain and terror. He doesn't feel satisfied until he destroys the psychological of his disaffected to worsen the daily jobs offered by Sartori need quick resolution, increasing the frustration of the psychopathic executor.

I watch the numbers go by indicating each floor going straight to the penthouse, when he bought this building he intended to use a single floor just for that, until one of Don's heartbreaks made a point of proving the worst part of my brother.

Jackson, being a natural tracker, convinced him to build an exclusive elevator next to the access we use for emergencies, ensuring a sure escape even for the soldiers themselves. The whistle signaled the arrival at the destination, the elevator doors opened showing the huge room of the apartment, the glass wall showing the night covering all of Central Park.

Without waiting for an invitation, I walked out of the apartment that I saw eight years ago, noticing the small changes in the decoration without losing the predominant gray tone, I crossed the room, stopping in front of a corridor opposite what I knew to be the rooms, being formed on one side by the extensive wall. glass wall.

I cracked a smile when Jack came out of what appeared to be an office waving to follow him, at the end of the room I was surprised to pass through the white door entering a large library I turned to hear the lock on the door finally becoming aware of Dragon along with Hunter. When the big armchair started to move, I had to contain my smile so as not to fill the older man's ego a little more with the genius idea. A trapdoor under the rug with a smiling Giacomo in the doorway, his legs shrouded in darkness, his hands wet with blood. His figure disappeared without waiting for a word I walked to the entrance watching the dim light vibrating in what could be two meters below, I lowered slowly entering the place feeling the worst part emerging to the surface with extreme ease,

Genuine happiness making itself present in each of my teeth displayed shamelessly in a devilish smile intended for the bloodied man attached to a meat hook.

I shivered with euphoria noticing all the toys arranged on the far wall.

'Can anyone hear?'

“The entire floor below is closed off, apart from the reinforcement I did on the walls. Pride shone in every note in his voice.

I walked towards the wall picking up a hammer, my attention focused only on the naked, humiliated man with a few teeth missing.

“I want him stuck in the chair. I nodded my head. – And the hands laid out on this table.

I watched my brothers calmly carrying out orders, playing with the prisoner's expectation, I have to admit this shit feels like an amusement park. I met the blue gaze exposing the animal he thinks he knows.

When they finished, Gia, who is already shirtless, holds Vincenzo's hand leaving me at my disposal, but he's not the only one who likes to corrupt the mind before the body, I stopped, lowering my face on the table making him feel my breath showing the smile.

“How sweet it feels, knowing that in a few days my brother is going to be fucking your sister while you stand here crying like a baby.

His eyes rolled back with anger battling screams of fury, I stood up quickly, taking advantage of his lack of control hitting his index finger, the sound of bone breaking reverberating like an echo.

“I'm going to get out of here and kill you like I should have done the first time bitch. - She said foaming saliva with red face.

It's amazing how a man's self-centeredness can cover even defeat, I went to the wall putting the hammer back and picking up a cleaver.

I walked to the icy gaze watching the whole scene without being shaken, I ran my hand through his chest down to his jeans taking the cigarette pack next to the lighter. I turned around and felt his hands taking the lighter and the pack, moving to the side of the table exchanging a wave with my brothers.

“You know, Vincenzo, I can't wait to erase the De Angelis name. - I spoke calmly, biting my lip trying to choose which finger on my right hand.

"I would never let you carry a De Angelis." She spat in my direction, gaining a grip on the back of Hunter's head. “A little Costello bitch would never mother a De Angelis. A wicked smile spread across her face. – It was amazing to fill you with those juices full of abortifacients and you like the dumb you are, crying in the corners because you think you're incapable of having a baby.

The ice ran through my veins, I delivered the blow, severing two fingers over the avalanche of blood, the lit cigarette burning the flesh with my man smiling. When the cigarette had finished burning, leaving the wounds with a black soot, I decided to pull out each one of his nails and then repeat the process of cutting and cauterizing with a cigarette.

With each drag Dragon to light a new cigarette the smile expanded across his face, we were all five feeling every moment of pleasure with his blood and burned skin.

After two hours on the last finger the bastard passed out waking up shortly after with the pain of having his last finger cut off.

“I want his death at my hands, Gia.

— The moment I get sick, I'll let you know. - The cynical son of a bitch replied calmly.

Taking advantage of our help to lock the man in the smallest space of the room by chains around his ankles and wrists with the intention of making him stay on his knees trapped.