Lucifer
I got out of my car, making my way towards the old warehouse in the middle of the wooden forest as the soft cold breeze hit my hard body. Two guards standing on the doorstep quickly nodded their heads in respect as I walked inside the house. As soon as I stepped in, the smell of rotten blood hit my nostrils, making me scrunch my nose. Seeing me, Marco took steps towards me.
"Hai ricevuto qualcosa dal bastardo?", I asked as my eyes focused on the poor bloody body of a male, laying down, waiting for his death to arrive anytime soon.
(Translation: did you get anything from the bastard?)
" L'abbiamo quasi ucciso, ma questo figlio di puttana non sembrava aprire bocca. " Marco said in a stern voice.
(Translation: We almost killed him, but this son of a bi*ch didn't seem to open his mouth.)
"I'll handle him. Where is Giovanni? I asked him to bring me the old files of my business with Mexicans." I asked, my eyes never leaving the man lying in front of me. My heart filled with satisfaction to see him groaning in pain. This is what happened to everyone who came in my way. Beg for your own death.
"He can't leave the Casino now, everything needs to be under control there. But he got the files." Marco answered.
"Tell him to meet me in my office." With that, I dismissed Marco as I slowly walked towards the living dead. The walls of the house were stained with fresh blood.
I kneeled in front of him, scanning every wound in his body. He was bloody and dirty. The smell of rotten blood increased even more. His shirt was red with blood, ripped in places. I moved my hand down and pressed the fingers where his nails were chipped off, leaving a layer of black wounds. He screamed in agony as I pressed more into them. His crying and begging eased my ear, and a laugh left my mouth.
As soon as his teary eyes met mine, I saw horror pooling around in them. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find his voice.
I got up from the position, walking towards the chair and placing it in front of his bloody body. His eyes watching my every movement, waiting for my next moves in fear. I couldn't help but chuckle at his poor self. I knew if I laid my hand on him, he would be dead. He will indeed die in my bare hands but not before answering what I wanted to hear.
"Gosh! What did my men do to you? Why didn't you tell them to stop?" I mocked with fake concern as my eyes examined his swollen ankles and burnt marks all over his arms.
"Y-you are L-Lucifer?" He managed to ask. I could sense the fear and shock in his tone.
"And y-you are S-Stark?" I copied his way in mocking tone before letting out a deep chuckle. "Am I right? Now let's get to the point. Where is Vincent?" I asked in a stern voice.
"I d-didn't d-do anything I s-swear! I-I d-don't know wh-where he is! Please l-let me go, I- have a f-family." He begged for his life, and I let him do it. I loved to hear the screams, the pain, the cries from the people who were the reasons for my pain, my sister's pain.
"You should've known you have a family before attacking my casino! Now start talking," I spoke, gritting my teeth, leaning down as my elbows rested on my knees, my eyes blazing with fire for wanting to know the answers. Every time, I was inches close to catch Vincent, but that coward bastard managed to run away. One thing he didn't know was, I won't die until I separate his head, his hands and his legs from his fucking filthy body, his eyeballs would be in my bare fucking hands.
"H- he just called me- and th-threated to kill me s-so I h-had to w-work for him. I don't k-know where he i-is! He didn't t-tell me anything more- aahhhh!"
Before he could complete his sentence, I grabbed his already bruised jaw in tight grip, my nails digging in this skin.
"As you can see, I'm not playing here, so let's get straight to the point, shall we? Where. Is. Vincent?" I punctuated every word, desperate to know the answer as my grip tightened more around his jaw.
"I WON'T TELL YOU! KILL ME BUT I WON'T!" He seethed out through his sobs. I knew he was lying all the way, and he wouldn't open his mouth about his beloved boss. What's the point of living then?
Leaving his jaw, I patted his cheek two times as his body fell on the ground again. I stood on my feet, taking out my pistol before shooting him on his forehead three fucking times without giving it a second thought.
Cleaning my hands with water, I came out of the warehouse without giving a second glance over the dead body.
"Brucia il figlio di puttana" I seethed out as the guards nodded their heads, quickly running into the warehouse to obey what I commanded.
(Translation: Burn the son of a bi*ch.)
I got into my car as Marco started the engine.
"What did he say?" He asked.
"Vincent can't hide for long! His fate is already written and that is he will die in my hands!" My growl echoed throughout the silent car as I clenched my fists harder. I heard Marco sighing as he knew what I meant.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. This wasn't the time to lose patience. I needed to work calmly. Eventually Vincent would die in my hands, sooner or later.
My mind soothed as it immediately drifted to that girl. The first time I saw her. Her small frame, long brown hair touching her perfect round ass as she looked up at the shimmering night sky. She looked lost, fragile, and innocent. Her hands wrapped around her body as the cold breeze touched her. I remember Giovanni saying we had a new maid. Bella was her name. She looked so small. She was wearing the maid dress. I could see her legs, her curves hitting perfect places. What a view!
When she sensed someone staring at her, she turned around. The moment my eyes landed on her, I released a deep sigh, my eyes never leaving her.
So beautiful.
I heard my mind saying again and again.
I watched her curiously. Her eyebrows knitted together as her dull brown eyes searched for the intruder. Her face was glowing under the night sky. My eyes slowly moved down to her pink palm lips, her cheeky tits, her tiny waist, her perfect curves, exotic figure, skinny milky legs. How good they would look naked, wrapped around my waist when I pounded deeply into her mercilessly! Her lips. Damn. They would perfectly wrap around my cock.
When she couldn't find anyone, she turned around again, giving me a perfect view of her round ass.
My lips curled up at one side as I chuckled at the thought. The moment my eyes landed on her, I knew it. I felt that.
I wanted her.
My Princess. She would be mine.
Every part of her body belonged to me.
And I couldn't wait to take her.
I couldn't wait to be inside of her.