Chapter 22 Blood Thirsty Little Witch
LORENZO
An hour later. I watched the crimson droplets dripping down the edge of the bed and joining the already growing pool and splatter of blood all around the bed with a splash.
Using my arm, I wiped the sweat that had collected on my forehead, smearing more blood on my face.
“I'll get the clean-up crew down here,” Luca said, taking off his gloves and surgical gown. I nodded absently.
The metallic scent of blood combined with piss, sweat, and shit was gag-inducing and made my nose twitch. I glance at the unconscious, bloody man lying on the bed. Somehow, I could still hear his screams echoing even now in my ears.
There's nothing inside me that felt for him; he's only one of many who had underestimated me, and he paid the price for it. Every man under me knows that I don't tolerate thieves.
Moreover, I don't tolerate betrayal; you can be greedy and work hard to get what you want, just as I worked my ass off to build my business despite coming from money. A rat and thief is tantamount to a dead body in my eyes.
Emilio had known all this, and yet he stole from me for a whole year, thinking I had no idea he'd been selling my guns behind my back and pocketing the money as though it was his god-giving right.
Not only that, but he betrayed us all for a woman who was only using him. The idiot, who told him people like us could fall in love. Love is a luxury we can't afford; it's an expensive weakness I will not have.
He might be dead, but if there's an afterlife, he'd know I spoke the truth, hmm. At least he died with his dignity. I left his cock and balls alone; that's a mercy most did not get from me.
If I were an artist, I would make great money from my current work of art. It is nothing short of genius. A macabre canvas that makes my blood sing even now with excitement, there are only a few things that get me so much hype, and violence is one of them.
In normal society, I would be seen as a psycho, but we don't live in normal society, and men like me are by the dozens in our world. And for us, it's either you learn to live with the darkness, or it swallows you whole.
It was ten minutes later when the cleaning crew arrived, and I let them handle the rest while I cleaned up. I stood under the showerhead in my bathroom, attached to the private office in P-Trap.
The cold deluge of water pelted me, washing down my exhaustion from eighteen hours and the blood and grime of earlier.
For another ten minutes, I was already dressed in black pants and a white shirt as I padded out of the room into the office, holding my car keys.
“Where to Capo?” Fabio asked, getting up from his relaxed position on the couch. He's probably watching girls from the CCTV cameras. I throw him the key, and he catches it.
“Let's go on a long drive,” I said, grinning.
“Yes, Boss.” He replied, grinning back. Fabio loves race as much as he loves women. Speaking about women, there's one that I couldn't help seeing in my mind's eyes. I should probably go to bed to catch up on the sleep I'd missed, but surprisingly, I'm not sleepy.
I need to see my soon-to-be bride, my newest obsession. We could polish those details with her father before I saw her. I didn't fucking care that Luca had already told Carmello that I would be coming to see him tomorrow. Plans changed.
Two Hours Later.
“What did you do to her?” asked Sergio, Sancia’s younger brother, already a made man when she pushed past him and ran straight back into the safety of her home.
I glare at the scrawny boy, acting as though he could take a man like me with narrow eyes. This was the second time he had his gun pointed at me; it's disrespectful, and the only reason he's still alive is the fact that I can't kill him now that we're allies.
I grabbed and twisted his hand so fast he let go of the gun; he groaned as my knees met his stomach hard, before I flung him away. He dropped down.
I empty the gun clip and throw the pieces at him. I'd gone easy on him this time. Next time, he won't be so lucky.
“The next time you point your gun at me, you'll lose a hand.” It's not a threat but a promise.
I could see that he and Fabio had gone at each other from their rough state and bloody faces. I'm quite impressed; Fabio is a great fighter, and the fact that he held his own against him shows he has what it takes to inherit his father's throne.
With the right guidance, he might grow up and become a strong Capo if he learns to respect his betters, that is. Right now, he needs to be knocked down a few pegs.
“And to answer your questions, whatever happens between your sister and me is our fucking business, so stop poking your nose where it doesn't belong.”
Sergio picks himself up and glares at me.
“She's my sister, and right now, she's under Papa's jurisdiction; you are not her husband,” he spat.
“Yet,” I replied with a dark look. He was wise to keep his mouth shut this time. As Fabio and I walk away.
As we got into the car, I couldn't help but look at the window on the second floor. Her window. I know she's in there right now. I wonder what she's doing if she's crying or cussing me, probably the latter.
As though in a trance,e I take my middle finger to my nose and inhale her smell. My mouth watered with the smell of her pussy; I couldn't believe she'd been a virgin.
Despite knowing about her family traditions, I honestly didn't expect her to be a virgin. Especially at this age, and I'd only incited her because it amuses me that she thinks I'm that shallow.
Did hearing her ex-fiancé's name on her lips pisses me off? Hell-fucking yes! It made me wish the man were closer so I could gut him more slowly than I did to Emilio.
I wouldn't have cared if she had sex with other men before me, so long as I didn't see the dead fuckers because that's what they will be.
Every single lush part of her belongs to me, while I'd never thought I was the possessive type. I find I can't stand the thought of anyone touching her. And as long as she knew and understood that she's only mine now. We won’t have any problems.
She'd gone too far talking about the asshole, and I fucking lost it. Allowing a glimpse of the darkness inside me.
I'd lost control, expecting her to be right, only to find out she was innocent, untouched.
A virgin. She'd been so fucking tight, the tightest pussy I'd ever felt. I'd instantly gotten hard right then and there. And now I can't get the feel of her pussy and the image of her face in my mind as I briefly teased her clit.
She'd reacted, I know she did. Her golden eyes had widened, then dilated; it was such a discovery. I looked at my thumb and couldn't help the grin that pulled at the edge of my lips.
Blood thirsty little witch.
I'd made a good decision by coming here today.