Caspar's POV.
"Crazy woman!"
A conflicted curse left my mouth as I touched my bleeding neck. That woman managed to make me bleed. It's not deep but enough to leave a scar on my neck.
"Boss, why are you here instead of the clubhouse?"
Alex shouted from the back as he got out of his car and ran towards me. He immediately pulled out his handkerchief to clean the sticky blood but I refused.
"Don't freaking touch this. The woman who took my virginity gave me this! I'll embrace it like an award!"
I fucking cursed and headed inside the car. Closing the door, I relaxed my head on the seat. Ishabella was not the easy, fragile woman that I thought she was. She must be part of a Mafia organization working as assassins.
Otherwise there was no way she would be so good at using knives and daggers. I was going easy on her thinking she would eventually give up. I was wronged, she distracted me and made her run.
"Dammit', she knows my codename Xavier Hill now! What if she discloses to her Boss?"
I punched the car's window sending throbbing sounds all over the moving car. Alex stared at me suspiciously and asked,"Who did you disclose your codename to?"
Not him again. If I told him about my sudden meeting with Ishabella, he was going to nag at me for weeks.
"No-one."
My very short formal reply shut down Alexa's questions. He turned back and focused on driving the car. I wanted to ask Alex about Ishabella, if he knew someone using the codename Ishabella in the Mafia world.
However, Alex was no normal guy. Being a ruthless enforcer of my DarZ mafia group, Alex is known for erasing the traces of people who have known my real identity of Caspar Mcadam. To the world, I was CEO Caspar Mcadam, son of billionaire Alden Mcadam. My identity of being Mafia Boss is fabricated carefully by my group members.
It's because this world is cruel and competitive. The bosses of the underworld want my head to climb the stairs of being successful in the Mafia world.
"Fuck this life is boring," I cursed as I untied my tie. Pulling it off, I unbuttoned my shirt's upper buttons to get some air.
The sudden arousing feeling rushed through my blood vessels. The fragrance of Ishabella and her seducing voice animated in my mind. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to imagine her sitting on top of my lap.
I imagined her kissing on my bare chest, digging her nails into my skin while I grabbed her by the hair. Making her suck on my lips, eat me all. My heart started beating rapidly as my blood pressure fastened. The bulge in my pants grew thick, almost appearing like a little monster.
"Ahh," I groaned as I rubbed the bulge in my pants with my one hand and touched my chest with the other.
I have a secret kink of being aggressive and then submitting to the woman. I have always wanted someone to ride on me, sit on top of me and move her ass "Boss, you okay? Want me to call someone for you?"
"Who are you going to call?"
Alex glanced at me through the rearview mirror and answered, "Your wife of course. I can see you are having a hard time doing that shit alone!"
I looked at him, then at my pants. Logically he was spitting the facts but that's not how one should talk with their superiors. But the mention of my wife conflicted with my thoughts. I didn't want to sleep with anyone other than Ishabella.
If I ever wanted to sleep with anyone, I'd have hundreds of young women lining up to get fucked by me. My wife, that damn playgirl, got no chance to sleep with me. I adjusted my clothes and sat comfortably. Serious than before!
"We are returning back to New York."
"W-What?"
Alex was taken aback as expected because earlier I had said that I'll be staying here for a week.
He hesitated first then eventually commented, “Boss, what about the gangsters that you shot dead in the club? Did you find out who they work for?"
"They work for the Mafia family Roosevelt. Indirectly I would say, the Roosevelt group is backing up and funding the illegal drugs dealing in different countries of Europe and America."
Alex looked at me with a horrified expression after hearing my answer. I guess he wasn't aware of it because I'd been looking into the Roosevelt group for quite a long time. My spies in Italy were sure that the Roosevelt group was involved in the recent murder case of New York's Mayor.
Actually I didn't have any business with the Mayor or any political figures. I just couldn't let Roosevelt's group take over America. It was my territory that I didn't want to share with other groups.
"So what are we planning to do, Boss?"
"Of course kill those rats who dare to cross the DarZ group's territory," I replied.
Soon we arrived at the international airport of Lyon city. I was not going to waste my time picking up my luggage from the hotel. It was already 3 a.m. The flight in one hour.
I walked towards the waiting room with Alex. The other bodyguards of mine continued to follow me.
I paused and looked back at the dumb heads. "What are you coming for? Return to the chairman Austin Dior's mansion and don't let him find out I came here."
"We understand."
"Alex, let's get going."
I headed inside the waiting room. Earlier my so-called father-in-law asked for men's power to strengthen the security of his daughter. What makes me laugh is that he is literally chairman of such a big company and still wanted manpower from me.
"Boss, is it okay for our men to work for chairman Austin Dior? You hired fifty men from a top bodyguard organization and sent them to the chairman as bodyguards for his daughter?"
I expected this question from Alex. It was funny and triggering at the same time.
''In other words he was asking men who could fuck his spoiled daughter aka my wife in my absence!"
I cursed clenching my jaws. I swear I'm going to get back all the costs of bodyguards from the chairman and his fucking brat daughter after the divorce.
"T-Thats rude!" Alex interrupted and started giving me life lessons. Rather than hearing his lectures, I stuffed my ears with ear pods and waited for the flight.