Sold to Moretti Mafia

Julian

After watching her shower and staring at her perfect body covered in soap, it was hard for me to walk away and leave her in that room without f*v*c*king her-the heavy swell of her bre@sts, her smooth belly, and shapely thighs. I didn’t get the best look at her, but that was okay. Soon enough, I wouldn’t just be getting a look at it, I would be f*v*c*king it.

I playback in my mind the way she trembled and reacted to me as I dried her off. She wasn’t sure if I was going to hurt her or nurture her, and that was right where I wanted her, straddling the line of fear, anticipating my next move at all times. I want her to crave my touch and want me, but I also need her to obey me, and the best way for that is fear.

I would never actually harm her physically, but she doesn’t know that. Some well-placed threats should be enough to keep her in line, and if not, I have an arsenal of punishments that will teach her without actually harming her.

If she behaves, I will reward her. If she disobeys, I will discipline her. Easy as that.

I thought long and hard on how I would punish her if she decided not to obey me. A spanking? Maybe she would enjoy that too much. I probably should think about something more creative.

Locking her in the room is a good start. Isolation will have her craving my companionship, make her want me even though she doesn’t. Silence and loneliness do strange things to the human mind.

Markus walks into my office without so much as a knock, stopping once he reaches my desk. “What the hell happened to your face?”

I smirk, remembering the scratches Elena left on my skin. “Played with a kitten last night. That tiny thing has some claws.”

Seemingly uninterested in my answer, he changes the subject to Elena’s father. “The spy you have at the Romero mansion reported that the girl’s father plans to come for his daughter.”

Smiling, I lean back in my chair. “Of course, he does. I didn’t expect it to be that easy. What’s he got planned?” I could easily send some of my best men over to have them end him, but what would be the fun in that?

I want him to watch me ruin his daughter. I want my revenge, and he isn’t going to f*v*c*king ruin that for me by forcing me to put a bullet between his eyes.

“He didn’t have anything else to say but that. I told him to keep his ear to the ground and report back as soon as he heard something.”

“Great. I have a meeting at the strip club. Going to collect a debt. Call me if she gives you any trouble.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Markus nods, his face is emotionless as always. He’s one of my best men, and I know if I can trust anyone not to hurt her, it’s him. He knows the only one who gets to mark her skin is me, unlike Roger, who paid the price. I used him as an example for my men.

Dismissing Markus, I stand and smooth a hand down my three-piece suit. I’m feeling like a million bucks and not just because I stole something precious, something priceless. As I leave my office, I consider walking down the hall to check on Elena. I want to see her trembling, waiting to see what happens next, but more than that, I want her to crave me. Crave my body, my attention. I want her to want me so badly it hurts when I’m not near, and that won’t happen if I’m popping in whenever.

This is a lesson and one she must learn.

When I reach the front door, the SUV is parked outside, I slip into the back seat and check my phone for the time, I could send any of my men to do this job. Hell, Lucca would love to spill some blood right now, but sometimes you have to take things into your own hands. Roberto’s a long-time associate and is behind on his dues, and if I’m being honest, I’m in the mood to break some bones. The little temptress locked in my mansion is trying my patience, and the tension in my body has to go somewhere.

It’s Roberto’s lucky day.

The devil is coming to his doorstep.

* * *

When the SUV pulls up at Dimension’s, I get out and straighten as does my third in command, Lucca. He’s young but has proven himself time and again. His father was an associate of my father’s, on his deathbed, I promised I would watch out for Lucca, he wasn’t born into this life, but that didn’t matter to me. He’s earned his spot.

The two bouncers at the door greet us with head nods, and I walk in without speaking a single word to either of them. I didn’t get the ruthless reputation that I have by shaking hands and smiling. There were a lot of lives lost, a lot of blood f*v*c*king shed for the Moretti family.

If my father were alive, I’m sure he would be proud of the savage way I lead things. He was even more ruthless than I am.

Elena’s naiveté and virginity wouldn’t have stood a chance against him. He would’ve taken her without mercy, killed her father right before her eyes. I had more mercy than that; after all, she was an innocent caught in the middle of a war she knew nothing about.

My father always wanted me to take over after his death, but I wasn’t sure it was my path, not until after my mother’s death. Then everything changed.

Inside, the smell of smoke and sweat permeates the air, clinging to my lungs with each breath I take. The place doesn’t open for a couple more hours, so I don’t have to worry about any patrons seeing something they shouldn’t. Naked women scurry out of my way as we walk through the dimly lit bar and stage area. Roberto’s office is just down the hall, so that’s where I’m headed.

Reaching the door, I pause for half a second before I twist the knob and shove it hard, sending it flying open. What can I say, I like to make an entrance!

Roberto’s beady eyes widen with shock as he scurries from behind his desk, the shock giving way to fear as recognition takes hold. It’s not often that I show up personally to collect a due, but today is his lucky day.

“Julian… I… I have your money, sir.”

Stepping into the room, I stare down at him. Roberto is a tiny man with a balding head, protruding belly, and seriously bad hygiene. Pigs smell better than he does. His clothes are tattered, his dress shirt barely covering his stomach.

“I would hope so, plus interest.”

“Yes… plus interest.” Roberto’s voice quivers, his eyes darting away, not in fear but something else. Something is going on here, the tightening in my gut tells me so. I reach for my gun at the same time he moves behind his desk.

A drawer squeaks open, and he looks down almost remorsefully at its content.

The organ in my chest thumps loudly.

What is this f*v*c*ker trying to do? Does he want to die?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti,” he whispers.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins. My gun is drawn, my finger on the trigger, the moment he pulls out a handgun and points it at me. I pull the trigger without thought or mercy, watching as the bullet leaves the chamber and enters his chest, the impact of the bullet causing him to stagger back and collapse against the wall. The gun he pulled falls to the floor with a clatter, and I walk over to him, kicking it away. Sliding down the wall, he slumps to the floor. He’s making little gasping noises, his eyes frantic and fearful. He’s not dead yet, but he will be soon.

“All you had to do was pay me,” I tell him disappointedly while pressing the muzzle of my gun to his head.

“I…” The words try to pass his lips, but excuses aren’t going to save him. When money is owed, you pay with cash or with your life. You want to operate a business in my territory, you pay your dues. Pulling the trigger, I watch the life bleed from his eyes as his brain explodes against the wall.

Silence blankets the room, and the all too common euphoric pleasure of killing coats my insides like a warm balm.

“Lucca, let the staff know that they now answer to me.”

“Yes, sir,” he replies, and I can hear his footfalls disappearing down the hall. Leaning against the desk, I look down at Roberto. All he had to do was pay his f*v*c*king dues. Shaking my head at the stupidity, I tuck my gun back into its holster and pull out my phone to see if there are any messages from Markus letting me know how my little captive is doing.

I almost frown when I find there isn’t.

Deciding to check up on her myself, I log into the app for my surveillance system. As I was putting my plan into motion, I had cameras installed in the bedroom, so I could watch her at any given time. A grainy image pops up on the screen, and I smile, seeing my beautiful soon to be bride perched on the edge of the bed. She’s wearing nothing but the towel I secured around her before I left, looking as if she’s in shock. I wonder what she is thinking. Perhaps she is thinking of how much she hates me?

Looks as though Elena is behaving herself. I exit the app, and to think I was looking forward to punishing her, seeing her beautiful creamy white ass cheeks a soft shade of pink. Would she cry and beg me to stop, or would she moan and beg me for more?

My cock hardens to steel in my slacks just thinking about it. Pleasure and pain go hand in hand in my mind. Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I walk out of the room and into the hall.

“Any troubles?” I ask once we’re in the car. Killing was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t have the same effect as it usually does, not now that Elena has taken the spot front and center in my mind.

“No, sir, the bartender is going to run the place until we get someone else to take Roberto’s place. I already called the clean-up crew, and they’ll be here shortly.” I nod. I wasn’t worried about anyone saying anything. If they did, I’d send one of my men to get rid of them. Everyone who works here knows the score.

“Take us to the next business,” I tell my driver.

The engine roars to life, and we pull away from the curb. As badly as I want to return to the mansion and frighten my little bride, it’s important to leave her to herself. The human mind can be your biggest enemy, and I want to make her weak, make her need me. That will be the best revenge against her father, a man who should already be dead.