Chapter 3 : Familiar

-Carlos's Pov-

I could hear her breathing getting harder and her face blazing the colour red as she clasped the bed sheets tightly in her fists, her knuckles going white with that tight hold.

Call me sadistic if you want to but I was clearly enjoying her reactions. It was just a little palm-size tattoo and she was freaking out as if I was going to tattoo her entire body.

Not that I would mind doing that. I smirked with the thought of not just tearing this piece of the robe from the back but from all over and devouring her entire self.

Her creamy skin in the display for me to devour and pleasure, mark my presence and call as mine.

I caught in a breath, bringing myself back from that little fantasy land and going back to work. I should actually thank Lexi for being busy, or I would have lost this opportunity.

Plus good for her I am better in this than her.

"Please please don't do it," she stammered her voice cracking with the thought of the pain, clutching the torn piece of clothing to her front covering her assets from my thirsty watch.

This woman needs to stop pleading me for every single thing. Being the Mafia Boss I had turned a deaf ear to all these pleading long back.

Pleadings evoke more sadistic pleasure in me, which wouldn't be of much good for the sanity of this Carrot top. She would not only end up with a sore tattoed back but, sore honey pot with nectar spilling everywhere.

What a desirable masterpiece she would look!

"You can choose what you want Carrot top. Get the little tattoo without pleading or get fucked right in here and continue with those pleasurable pleadings," I told her with a grin, as she fell silent.

I knew this would work.

I got the tattoo machine on as she jumped a little in her place hearing the sound of the machine.

Her reaction to just a little machine in my made me wonder if she was actually capable of becoming a part of this world.

She looks like the one to get killed due to mere suspicion on Day One itself.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea on my part to keep her alive and make her a part of Mafia.

Leesa was already sceptical about including her and that's what I assume too. She will need guidance and training which I would love to put her through.

"Do not make a little noise, or I will tattoo all the places that never see the sun," I leaned down to her ears and whispered, she immediately had goosebumps all over her body as she timidly gave a nod.

So fucking responsive. She would be so sensitive to all the touches that my palm was itching to put on her.

That will keep her mind busy to not interrupt the process. Her brain will now focus more on keeping her mouth shut in place rather than thinking of the ways to get out of this.

There isn't any way though.

Once a person walks in. It's either this or death. This tattoo is not just a tattoo but a symbol, a symbol that's very precious to us.

I took my free hand and kept it over her lower back to hold her down. She did promise to not move but well I do know people react differently to pain.

Even though it's just a little.

Maybe not even equal to one per cent of the pain one receives in the Mafia.

The machine made contact with her creamy skin as she tried to squirm away from me.

A great part of her body did relax up when the first contact was over, knowing the exact amount of pain and discomfort that was going to cause.

She did not scream though, good for her.

I finished up the black layering of the logo, this was considered as the most important part of a Mafia Clan.

Each one of the Mafia has it including me and Leesa. This is part of our identity.

"And its over," I informed her as I filled the last of the tattoo with the red colour.

She audibly sighed before subconsciously relaxing her body down on the mattress.

She tried to put her hand on the fresh tattoo instantly hissing because of the sharp pain.

"Curiosity will get you annihilated one-day Carrot top," I told her to which she took back her arms, muttering profanities under her breath. I took the sanitised healing tapes from the box and covered that portion.

As much as I was enjoying this I need to get back to some pending work. I finished bandaging up the tattoo as much as needed before getting up.

"Hey hey I need clothes," Jessica got up along with me, making me stop in my tracts.

"Sure. Come with me," I told her checking out her from top to bottom making her hold the robe more tightly.

"I can't. Bring me clothes Carl," she snapped at me with her nose crunched as a sarcastic smile played on her lips as she took my name. I did like how it sounded but she doesn't needs to know that.

Disobeying from now itself ?

"I don't follow orders Carrot top. Plead me if you so dearly want them, or you can roam around naked. None will mind the showcase of such a snacky body," I replied to her with a glare and smirk, two can easily play this game.

How much I love messing with that little mind of her. Anger seemed to consume her every passing second as her ears started to redden up.

"Fine don't give me clothes," she angrily spat at me before going and sitting on the settee carefully enough to tuck the cloth behind.

Uh.

I was clearly expecting her to argue with me but here she is actually showing tantrums like a kid.

What a mess I have put myself into !

"Fine you can get any piece of clothing you want but first request for it. Also add a Sir."

She stomped her feet angrily as I finished my words. I was noting every bit of her actions in my mind. She will surely need a shock bracelet, to keep her and us out of danger.

"Fine. Please. Give. Me. Clothes. Sir," she told pausing with each word and greatly emphasising on the word "Sir" making me grin.

She looked over at me with fuming angry eyes to which I shrugged before opening the door to bring in the pile of clothes that I had already arranged for her.

"Those were outside ?" She asked in a feeble surprised tone before again giving that same angry look to me.

I can't really deny that she looks adorable with that look. And maybe it has something to do with her looks that made me stop James.

She looks familiar. She feels familiar. Almost as if I have been handling these tantrums since ages.

Have I seen her in any of my Pub ? Nope. Given her poor financial condition she won't even be able to go near one.

Maybe one of the woman I fucked ? But I know that's not possible, given the fact that James already knew her.

"Why are you staring at me ?" Jessica asked with narrowed eyes while trying to get a glimpse of the clothes that I got for her.

"You look oddly familiar Jessica," I told her the truth as her facial expressions seems to calm down before getting layered with confusion.

While I felt a little warm feeling deep down as I took her name out loud for the first time. This name holds a special, a very special place in my heart which could make me, the ruthless Mafia get on his knees.

No.

I need to refrain myself from getting attracted to this name. The girl in front of me is not her. She's safe and away. I tore my eyes away from her before my instincts forced me to look at her once again.

"Sir ?" She called out the title softly as she was growing visibly confused and conscious with my constant stare at her.

"Call me Carl," I do not know why I told her that. It was weird. She was lower, much lower in everything than me but I wanted to hear my name from her mouth.

It reminded me of her. Of the only person who has ever ruled on me right from birth.

I passed another look to her when she did not say it out to which she stiffened a little before a feeble and uncertain voice came out of her lips.

"Carl."