Chapter 5 FIVE

FIVE

'A coward!' her mental voice criticized.

That was what she felt like at this moment.She couldn't kill her own enemy.

Coward.

The gunshot she had fired sent some of Alessandro's men coming down the basement.

They looked up at where the gunshot had been shot and back at her.

Marco rushed towards her and grabbed the gun from her hand.

Alessandro hadn't moved a bit.

"Take her to one of the empty rooms.Let Tia know that she'll be staying there for now.I need her out of that wedding dress," he ordered.

"Boss,she just attempted to kill you.Don't tell me you're going to let her get away with it," Luciano stated.

Alessandro returned his statement with a deadly glare.

That was enough for him to step back.

"She's a coward.She can't pull a trigger," he mocked,fixing his stare back at her. "Luciano I don't want you anywhere near her at the moment.Our goods should be arriving any moment...go to the factory and check things out" Alessandro ordered,he knew how blood thirsty,Luciano,could be.

And that was why he was in charge of negotiations as well as legitimate and illegal deals.His face alone scared the hell out of whoever he negotiated with.

He always had his way of making them agree to his terms.Although Luciano always had a way of making Alessandro regret keeping him alive.

Once out of anger,he had chopped off the finger of one of their clients because he had refused his terms.

But Luciano being his cousin was his saving grace.

Alessandro watched as they grabbed her and led her out of the basement with her crying,screaming and kicking.

God! She was getting on his nerves.

Maybe he should just kill her.That way,he wouldn't be saddled with the responsibility of a stubborn woman.

Amber colour of eyes.

Auburn hair colour.

Just like a perfect firecracker,she might just drive him crazy.

But he'll ruin her,before she does.

"Don Alessandro,your father has arrived," a maid said,interrupting his thoughts.

He waved his hand at her to signal that she had been dismissed.

Groaning in irritation,he left the basement.

As Alessandro walked through the hallway,he could hear his father's loud voice signaling his arrival.

The moment he steps into the large sitting room,his father opens up his arms as he approaches him. "mio figlio." He smiled widely.

Alessandro struggled to release a smile too and accepted his embrace.

They had never been close.

But he was his father regardless.

They pull out from the embrace,almost too quick,deciding to sit opposite each other.

"So how is business?"

"Good." Alessandro responded,he was clearly bored by his father's choice of conversation each time he decided to visit.

"I've heard you've got Giovanni's daughter.Is that true?"

As usual,he always came with a known motive.

"Yes"

"How did you kill her?" his response rather too direct.

Alessandro shook his head and sipped from the wine he had been served earlier. " I haven't killed her"

Don Antonio frowns at him. "But you're going to kill her,right?"

" No!" Alessandro responded firmly,struggling to keep his annoyance from his tone.

"No? No! We have Giovanni's fucking daughter at our tip and you haven't killed her yet.Fuck it! You are not even planning on killing her too.You must be going soft,Alessandro," his father cautioned angrily.

Alessandro gripped the wine glass in anger,as his knuckles turned white and the glass almost on the verge of shattering.

His relationship with his father was so messed up that he couldn't tell him that-

He had not expected Giovanni's daughter to be this beautiful.

He had not expected her to intrigue him the way she did.

He had not expected anything from her at all.

But yet,she was all that.

Trying so hard to calm himself down,he sipped from the wine.He knew himself,if he dealt with his father the way the rage bottled up within him wanted.

Don Antonio would be a dead man.

"She's mine.I alone get to decide what I do with her!"

"Are you planning on turning her to your personal whore? If that's the plan,then fuck the senses out of her and then you kill her.You're Alessandro Moretti after all.You can get as many whores as you like"

Alessandro looked at his father intently,his eyes filled with fury.

"I said,I will fucking do to her what I want to do with her.A whore or not,it's not your fucking business"

***

He needed a fucking release,which was why he had ordered Mabel over.

She was one of his personal whores.

Always ready to please him,allowing him dominate her.

And obeying his number one rule... 'No touching him'

He gripped her hair tightly and pushed her mouth in without mercy,to take more of his cock.

He threw his head back and groaned.

Mabel knew just how to pleasure him with her mouth.She tried allowing her hands roam to his chest,but he gripped it way too fast and pushed it off him.

As she sucked and played with his balls,only one woman haunted his thoughts.

And suddenly it seemed like she was the one down on him.

Those pouty lips that never shut up.Those full cheeks.

How would it feel if she was the one taking his long hard cock right now? And he would have to fuck her senseless...so senseless that she would never dare to raise a gun at him.

He was sure she would suck him so good.

Or she would do her best or choke trying.

A groan rolls up his throat.

Or she would beg him...beg him for more of his cock.

Her throat would constrict around him.Her eyes staring at him,with tears rolling down her cheeks wondering if her punishment would ever end.

Fear in her expression wondering if he would ever let her breathe.

If he'll give her a break or if he'll shove his dick all the way down.

With that final thought,pleasure rumbles beneath his chest.His orgasm tearing through him,as he splashes his cum on Mabel.

She licks it all up as she always does.

With his head still bent back and his mind still processing the woman he had been thinking of.

A knock is heard at the door.

Desperate knocks.

"Don Alessandro.We can't find her anymore.She's gone," a female voice cries out.

Anger envelopes him and pleasure is forgotten immediately.

"I should have killed her!"