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Francesco 

Once Brinda returns, I will open The Black Book to know what is inside. It is high time this comes to an end.

The car came to a halt, and Danger announced that we were back at the mansion. The place felt like a graveyard. Silent. Hollow.

I dismissed most of my men days ago. Only Bullet, Mark, and Danger stayed behind. Out of loyalty, I thought. 

But now, I wonder — Who among them is truly mine? And my mother? 

She’s been attending nightclubs, indulging herself in ways I don't care to question. 

Who am I to stop her? 

She lost her husband. Maybe she needs an escape. Maybe I do too.

I entered the mansion, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness. Climbing the stairs, my knees ached — A dull, persistent reminder of the weight pressing down on me.

I reached for the door handle of my room when voices drifted through the crack. “Do you think Francesco will find out?”

Francesco? 

How dare Mark call me by my name? 

I've always been referred to as Don by everyone of them. What is changing? 

And why the fuck are they in my bedroom?

“He won’t,” Bullet answered. “He’s nothing but a shell now, obsessed with a woman who left him. And tomorrow, it’s all over.”

A cold wave of anger slithered through me.

Tomorrow?

I pushed the door open with a sharp bang.

Mark and Bullet froze.

They were seated on my bed, my most cherished blanket tangled around them like a shield. A shield that wouldn't save them.

“Over?” I repeated, my voice eerily calm.

Bullet scrambled to the floor, her face paling. Mark shot up, but he refused to look me in the eye.

I took a slow step forward, watching as the realization of their mistake settled in. How foolish of me to not have noticed that they stayed behind to execute a plan. 

A plan to get rid of me. At any cost. 

“I let you stay because I believed in your loyalty.” I turned to Bullet. “Did you ever care to ask why I killed your father?”

Her breath hitched. She had never dared to ask.

“Loyalty is everything in our world.” I crouched beside her, my voice dropping to a whisper. “And you threw yours away.”

She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “No, Don. I… I will fix this. I swear…”

I grabbed her chin between my fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Fix it?” A slow, bitter laugh escaped me. “You can’t fix what’s already broken.”

Mark, still standing, took a subtle step backward. A foolish mistake.

I turned my attention to him. “And you… What was your plan? To take me out? To replace me?”

His fingers twitched. A tell. A sign of weakness.

“I will amend my mistake, Don.” Bullet pleaded. 

“Really?” I scoffed. “I don't joke with loyalty and respect. You've broken the rule and all you deserve is punishment. Am I right?” I patted her cheeks gently. 

“Yes, Don.” She cried as tears clogged her eyes but I care less. 

“Do the usual.” I commanded forgetting whatever promise I had made earlier. 

“Please… Mark…” She stammered. 

“Will you do it or not?” I asked, my gaze unrelenting. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat while she stared at the trembling Mark. She crawled on her knees to my front. Still standing, I watched her rub my dick from outside my fabric. 

I tapped her back and she understood what I meant. 

She closed her eyes before she unzipped my pants. A smile spread across my lips as I rolled it down. I rolled down my boxers as well. 

My soft dick sprang out. 

She let out a sharp deep breath then her hands touched it. The coldness melted into my skin. 

She started rubbing it before she took it into her mouth — The whole lot. I threw my head backward and enjoyed what she was doing. 

Hopefully, this will help me reduce stress and forget my sorrow while Danger tries to find out where Brinda is. 

A thought crossed my mind to add more to her punishment. She is the Eve while Mark is Adam. 

Would it be fair if she suffers alone? 

I stopped her and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I sat there then I grabbed her head forcing her to suck my dick as fast as possible. 

Her gagging filled the room and Mark couldn't stop trembling where he stood with his head fixed down. I ordered him to stop trembling and move to where we were. 

He struggled to reach where we were while he covered his fucking dick. I laughed when I saw his hands move farther from his body. 

Watching his lovely girlfriend suck my dick is making him so hard. 

Oh poor, little boy. 

“Fuck her.” I commanded sharply. 

His mouth opened up and he wanted to ask a question but he kept quiet. He knelt behind Bullet who suddenly stopped sucking my dick. 

“Please…” She begged. 

Before she finished begging, I slapped her hard on the face. “Keep quiet if you cherish your life.”

I grabbed her neck and guided my dick into her mouth. Her teeth scratched me a little but it was less compared to the punishment I wanted to instill on them. 

I punched Mark in the face when I found out that he was taking too long to insert his dick in her pussy. He held his jaw for some moment and before I knew it. He started fucking her and the bitch moaned aloud. 

A few minutes later, she let out a wail as he squirted all around her useless boyfriend's dick. Mark also let out a satisfying groan as he increased his pace and squeezed her breast then he released his sperm in her. 

They are gonna have a baby, right? 

I kicked him hard and let him fall. I pushed Bullet away as well before I zipped my pants. 

I did not cum. I derived no pleasure from it for no reason. 

“Get out of my room!” I ordered. 

They ran towards the door then I called them back to pick up their clothes that were scattered all over the floor in the room. They both returned and followed my instruction. 

Mark stayed at the other end of the bed for some time. A devilish smirk played on my lips since I guessed his intention right. 

“Fuck you,” I whispered as my hands slowly found their way to the drawer beside me. I opened it, my right hand on the pistol while my eyes were on Bullet who was still crying as she packed her clothes. 

I returned my attention back on Mark. I smiled again. And just right there, he brought out a pistol. The one I always kept under my bed. 

Tears rolled out of his eyes, “You are evil. Too ruthless. You don't deserve to live.” 

The shot rang out before he could aim.

A sharp gasp. 

A stifled cry. 

Mark staggered back, his hands clutching the fresh wound in his chest.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but the light in his eyes faded before the words could come.

His body crumpled to the floor.

Bullet let out a strangled scream and rushed towards him. She grabbed his lifeless hand, sobbing as if her tears could bring him back.

Slipping my gun back into its holster, I watched expressionless.

“No!” Bullet screamed, her voice crashing against the wall. 

Adieu, Mark.