The Mafia Boss' Obsession

Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.

"Ah!" was all the woman could muster as Terrence crushed her body against the mattress. They could both hear the sweet sound of their moans engulfing the room, volume increasing with every thrust he made.

"Fuck!" he groaned in frustration. His thick member seems too large no matter how hard he rammed her slit it wouldn't all quite fit. Terrence shifted his weight on his arms so he could fully pound her even more vigorously. She arched her back trying to take more in. Her breath hitched before she howled in both pain and pleasure.

"That's right babe, scream my fucking name!" Terrence ordered. His voice is aflame with lust.

"Ah! Terrence!" she wailed, eyes closed in ecstasy.

He slipped his throbbing shaft out of her slick heat, denying her peak. The woman gets up understanding what he flopped down on the bed. She began, slowly, stroking his rod with her long fingers and slurping on his tip with her greedy mouth. He grunted as her tongue slowly made love to his manhood.

Terrence grabbed her long hair and forcefully shoved her face into his crotch , making her gag on its length. Her doe eyes shone with tears.

"What the hell! Don't stop, pussy!" Terrence yelled when she paused to cough. The woman submissively obliged and enveloped him again until Terrence spilled his seed, deep, hot, and salty inside her mouth. She gulped every ounce of his thick cream and savored it by licking her luscious painted lips.

Terrence, still unsatisfied, pushed her away before pinning her against the mattress. With greedy hands, he cupped her supple, ample breasts with his heated hands and massaged it vigorously. He tasted her, sucking her hard nipple into his mouth before licking it with gusto, like enjoying a delicious dessert.

"Cunt! Open your legs!," he ordered in a firm voice, then he lowered his body between the delicateness of her thighs. The woman lifted both of her legs to give him a good view of her pearl.

He inserted his two fingers into her warm entrance making her body twitch and her back arch as he fondled it. He extended his tongue and savored her clit matching the rhythm of each lick to that of his fingers.

"Ah, damn! !" she exclaimed while tugging his dark hair. Hot waves of pleasure are consuming her as Terrence thrusted his fingers inside her.

He began thrusting it deeper and faster, keeping a punishing. Suddenly, her legs quivered signaling an impending climax. The woman screamed out in pleasure at the same time her juice squirted all over Terrence's face.

"You nasty motherfucker!" he yelled angrily and forcefully flipped her body. His eyes feasted on her tight, sweaty ass. After slapping it sharply, he knelt, yanked her upwards onto all fours and forcefully entered her from behind. He felt her dripping core gripping his member. Her tightness heightening the sensation, excites him even more. In a low, sultry, and incoherent voice, she begged for more.

Leaning forward, his chest heaving with anger, pressed against her back, with steely fingers he grabbed her chin. "You do not tell me what to do, woman. I give the orders here, not you, skank!" he hissed.

"Get up and kneel down on the floor!" he demanded, angry eyes narrowed. The woman hurriedly followed his command. He positioned himself in front of her and made her eat his entireness again.

"This is what you get for telling me what to do! Now suck it!" He grabbed a handful of her soft hair making her wince in pain. Enraged, he shoved his engorged man-meat into her mouth, crushing every last inch down her throat. The way she gagged and choked, hot tears staining her cheeks, only aroused him further. The woman, desperate to please him, accepted every deep painful thrust with joy in her heart. Terrence grunted hard, his release pouring into her mouth once again. Her mouth wasn't able to hold everything. Some of his hot milk dripped on the corner of her lips.

The alarm blared signaling the end of the session.

"It's time to go," he told her sternly, walking from the kneeling woman to turn off the alarm on the bedside table. He opened his bedside drawer and picked up one red envelope. This contained a hefty sum of money and threw it at her.

"That's an additional payment on top of the one you received on the bar. You know the rules, breaching the contract means death," he said coldly. She reluctantly picked up the envelope and stood up.

Terrence, on the other hand, slipped in a royal blue robe to cover his naked body and began pouring whiskey into a crystal glass, which he guzzled while admiring the view beyond the window that made up an entire wall of his room. His vision was filled with the dazzling nighttime view of the city lights. He sighed as he sipped another large swig of whiskey. He didn't realize the woman was still in his room until she hugged him from behind.

He pushed her so hard she almost cracked her head on the cold surface of the marble floor.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he growled, rage burning inside him. He gazed upon her with disgust.

"Terrence, please be mine. I'm all yours. I can make you happy like this every day," she pleaded with sickly desperation.

He pulled his gun from the bedside drawer. With cold eyes and even colder heart he aimed it at the woman. "After I count to three, you're dead if I still see that absolute munter face of yours, bird! One... " The paleing of her face brought a twisted smile to his lips. Visibly shaking, she picked up her belongings and scarpered. Darting out of his room like a scared cat.

Satisfied, he slid the gun back into the drawer and poured another whiskey into the crystal glass. He drank deeply, enjoying the burn. It matched the fire that raged within and washed away the taste of the woman from his mouth. There were plenty of women to be had and he always got his fill. Good job there was always plenty of whiskey to wash their swat off his tongue.

Glass empty, he took a shower. Clean, dry and looking well groomed he snatched up his mask and a gun before stalking into the night. Fun had, it was time to do some work.

The night was quiet and he reached headquarters in no time at all.

"Hey boss! How's tonight's session?" Cody, his trusted tech geek, blurted out as he entered the room.

"Keep your trap shut, I'm not in the mood," he snapped, grabbing the laptop off the table.

"How's the investigation going?" Terrence asked while waiting for the laptop to start.

"We got a new lead boss. My informant told me it's a new organization here in London. They're very discreet. I will try to infiltrate their system once we find their hideout," Cody explained.

"Splendid. Keep digging for more information and stop stalking your ex-girlfriend," Terrence told Cody after catching a look at his screen. He was perusing her news feed once more.

"Come on boss, stop meddling in my business and go find your own woman to stalk," Cody joked, but Terrence gave him a stern look. He swallowed his laughter and returned to what he's doing.

Terrence was pissed. Pissed was an understatement. He was enraged, boiling with anger like the Devil himself. One week ago he made his way home . There had been an ambush, they tried to kill him. This pathetic attempt had forced him to cancel plans to hunt the culprit instead. If it wasn't for that incident, he could've been doing something else tonight. Doing someone else...

"Hey boss! Look at this!" Cody exclaimed excitedly after a few minutes. Terrence stopped typing on his laptop to check out Cody's discovery.

"What is it?" Terrence squined at the screen.

"I enhanced the image right here and a clumsy guy accidentally showed his tattoo. Look!" Cody was pointing at the enhanced image of a tattoo on a man's arm, one from the ambush. Terrence thought it looked like a viper or something similar.

After assessing it carefully, Terrence still couldn't tell which group owned that mark. Defeated, but not one to show it, he tapped Cody's shoulder, "Good job." Now find out the group to which it belongs," he said before returning to his seat.

After he stayed at the headquarters for almost five hours, Terrence returned inside the mansion to rest. All these mafia boss' obligations drained him down. He could not believe it till now that a nerd who was once humiliated and despised would become the head of the largest organization in the country. He plopped his tired body on the bed. The memories of how it all began surged back into his head. He closed his eyes as he let the memory engulf him.

It was a peaceful Saturday morning. The sun shone brightly and the warm breeze of midsummer air was like enticing people to go out and enjoy it, but young Terrence and Troy were busy reading and arguing about the history of their clan inside Terrence's bedroom.

They both flopped down onto the bed, and each gripped one side of the black folder. With a loud voice, Terrence read the next page. "The Evans House was built in the 1940s by Robert Evans, when he and his family returned to London from Germany to expand their chemical and steel manufacturing business. When Robert Evans died in 1961, his eldest son Jacob Evans inherited the mansion but not the business. Robert gave it to his second-born, Harry Evans, who was a businessman. Harry was a generous and caring businessman. Only Harry was interested in their family business when Robert was still alive. Jacob, on the other hand, just wanted to party and blow his father's money on drugs, women, and luxury items."

"Blimey! Our great-great grandfather was actually not the first head of the family business!" Terrence blurted out after reading the first paragraph of the Evans' Family History.

"I was surprised you didn't know about this. I learned it when I was thirteen," Troy commented, looking at his brother's amused face. Terrence was just two years ahead of Troy so they are very close with each other.

"Yeah, right. I'd rather read literature books with Tabitha," he retorted. He was talking about their youngest sibling.

"You know, you must take an interest in our family business. After all, we're enjoying this luxurious life because of it," Troy uttered. He released his grip on the folder and stood up. He walked towards the window and peeked outside.

Terrence completely ignored what he had just said. "Hey, come back here and continue reading this!" he ordered.

Troy hesitantly obliged, sat on the carpeted floor and snatched the folder in his brother's hands. He sighed before reading the next paragraph out loud again. "Jacob killed his brother Harry because of envy by cutting the brakes on his car. When he was finally able to get his hands on all of the money and the business, he sold it all and went into the illegal drug, firearms, and prostitution business, which eventually led to the operation of casinos following the signing of the 1960s Gaming Act."

"So that's how this family business started," Terrence murmured. He paused for a while when he heard him say it and chuckled a bit because of his reaction.

"Oh, now you're showing interest. See, I told you. Our clan is one-of-a-kind," Troy stated, which earned a glare from his brother so he just continued.

"Right after Geoffrey Wellington, the Father of British Casinos created his first casino. Jacob formed a group which he called Black Scorpion in 1965 after obtaining lots of money from his businesses involved in bank robberies, kidnapping for ransom, and arson."

When Troy finished reading the next paragraph, he glanced quickly at his brother who had been yawning continuously. His eyes looked droopy as well. He really doesn't have any interest in mafia affairs at all. For a second, he thought he would because of this information.

"With all the money his group attained through these businesses, the Black Scorpion became the most powerful and feared group in the entire UK. Robert Evans then decided to form the Five Family so they will be able to cover the entire country."

"Ugh! This is too much! I'd rather listen to my Homeroom teacher blab about her sappy, love story than waste my time with this!" Terrence finally snapped and decided to lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. "Hey, will you read everything for me and summarize it afterwards? I'm just gonna' take a nap. I'm absolutely knackered," he said sleepily.

"Do I look like your servant? Read it by yourself!" Troy yelled and threw the folder at him, hitting his arm.

"Bloody hell!" He screamed and winced in pain when the sharp edge of the folder scraped his skin. He threw it back at his brother, hitting his back.

Before Troy could react, they were both startled by a loud knock. "Terrence," a muffled voice said behind the door.

Terrence rose to his feet and hurriedly opened the door. "What brings you here, Dad?" Terrence was taken aback when he saw his father at such an early hour of the morning. They used to see him at night and occasionally during dinner only.

"Troy please leave the room first, i want to have a word with your brother," their father ordered as he glanced at his second born son sitting quietly on the edge of Terrence's bed. He stood up, and carefully closed the door behind them.

Their father scanned the room right away after Troy left and spotted the black folder on the floor. He returned it to Terrence after dusting it off.

He spoke in a sour tone, expressing his disappointment. "Terrence. You're not a child anymore. Our family business needs your help, and we need you to get involved. He was referring to the black folder when he said, "I gave that to you," so you'll know what we do. We-" he got cut off mid-sentence when Terrence interrupted him.

"I know what our family does for a living, dad," says Terrence. We killed people and stole money from them. Is this really the kind of life you wanted to give us? You think your daughter will also follow your footsteps and murder people for money?!" Terrence scowled at his father.

"Terrence!" was all his father could muster after hearing those words.

"I don't want to end up like my grandfather and you, dad. I want to be a normal teenager and be an ordinary person!" Terrence reacted angrily expressing his displeasure by throwing away the black folder in front of Travis.

Before saying anything, he took a deep breath. "Terrence, I need you to help me with this. I'm–" He took a deep breath as his voice began to tremble in order to fight back the tears about to escape from his eyes. He realized that this is too much for his young age to handle. He decided to just keep the news to himself first.

"Never mind, just carry on with what you're doing, " he said then abruptly exited the room leaving his son astounded.

He could not stop thinking about what had happened for hours and decided to talk to his father. He went to his room and knocked on the door several times but no one answered. He searched for him in every nook and cranny of the mansion until he found him in the garden. According to his father, when his mother was still alive, this was her favorite spot in the house.

Terrence hid behind the thick bush so as not to disturbed him. He noticed him staring at his mother's favorite flower, white daisies, which represents innocence, simplicity, and joy. He recalled listening to their housemaid's conversation about how their mother was their dad's source of peace before. She can easily calm him down whenever he feels bad or angry. She would pick flowers from the garden and make him sniff it. He would then sneeze and both of them would burst into laughter.

His thoughts got interrupted when his dad's phone suddenly rang. He fished it out of his pocket and answered the call.

"Brother. What is it?" It was Terrence's uncle Andrew Jaxon Evans, on the other line. The only person who they can trust among the members of the Five Family.

"I won't be able to go tonight because I'm not feeling well," Travis replied after a few seconds. Terrence observed his father nervously paced back and forth and pinched his brow using his thumb and index finger.

Terrence tried to move closer so he could hear him well.

"I already talked to Dr. Martin. My days on Earth are numbered."

Terrence's brow furrowed in response to what he had just heard. His heart began to pound so fast that he had to clutch his chest.

His father yelled angrily, "He said I only have a few years to live Drew, that's what I mean!"

It was as if someone had thrown a huge rock at him when he heard it. A rush of adrenaline wafted through his veins, and his knees went numb.

Terrence's heart began to pound as he listened. He tried not to cry as best he could, but tears started blurring his vision. He was reminded of how rough he had been with him a while ago. He felt the urge to smack himself because of his attitude.

Terrence dashed to his room as quickly as he could after his father finished his conversation with his brother. He spent the day alone in his room, replaying the events in his head. He came to a difficult decision after a long period of deliberation.

He picked up his phone and sent a short text message to their uncle Andrew. "Uncle, let's meet."

He spent an entire year learning about the organization in secret. He studied the Black Scorpion Organization's Five Family and its rival groups in secret. His godfather Andrew is the only person who was aware of his secret. He told him to keep it from his father. He also kept the fact that he's aware of his father's condition. Terrence wanted his uncle to think that he was willingly doing this and not just because his father was ill.

It wasn't uncommon for him to arrive home late because his father assumed he was simply working hard to pass the upcoming college entrance exam. He underwent a series of training to strengthen his stamina, his thought process, and emotional stability. He was able to learn everything quickly thanks to his sharp mind and eidetic memory, which allows him to recall an image from his memory with pinpoint accuracy even after only seeing it once.

A few meters away from the mansion, Terrence and his uncle built a headquarters with a secret tunnel that linked the two. The entrance of the headquarters looks like a small studio, but it's actually a doorway. Terrence was able to leave the mansion undetected by his father and his bodyguards because of this.

Now, it's been fifteen years. But these memories still lingers in his mind. Terrence hugged his father's picture as he drifted off to sleep.

A year after Terrence learned about his father's terminal illness, his father requested for his presence in his room. It looked more like a hospital room now because of medical equipment and supplies and a personal nurse inside. Terrence asked the nurse to leave them for a while so they could talk.

Terrence pulled a chair and sat beside his father's bed.

"Why did you call me, dad?" Terrence asked while glancing at his father's tired face.

"Son, I-I may have nothing left to teach you. Your Uncle Andrew didn't fail me. Now I can die peacefully because I know you'll be able to protect our legacy." As he said these words, he sounded almost like he was whispering. With each passing day, he grew weaker and weaker. Today, he is barely able to move and spends the majority of his time lying in bed or in a wheelchair.

When Terrence heard his father say that, his eyes started to well up with tears. It dawned on him, how weak and frail he had become. He's lost a lot of weight. He's so unfamiliar to him. He certainly didn't look like the man he used to be. A heart monitor and multiple IV tubes are now attached to his father. His nostrils are also equipped with an oxygen supply.

His father gave it his all to get up. "T-Terrence, could you please get the box from the t-that drawer?" He said while he was gasping for air. Because his oxygen levels are depleted, he's been forced to breathe with the assistance of an oxygen tube.

Terrence took a wooden box out of his father's bedside drawer and placed it near him. His father gathered all his strength to open the wooden box with his son's assistance and took out a peculiar-looking mask. It is made of silver and gold.

"T-this is the Black Scorpion mask. Anyone who bears this mask bears the entire organization. It's yours now." Travis said while barely holding the mask with his pale hands. He extended his hand to give it to Terrence.

Terrence took the mask from his father and examined it. He realized it has a resemblance to a scorpion's face. "Dad", was all he could say. He just hugged him tightly. He felt like he'd be gone anytime soon.

True enough, after a week, Travis Harriett Evans, the head of the First Family died.

During the final night of his father's wake, everyone gathered. The entire Evans mansion was full of well-known people. There were politicians, artists, businessmen, and an army of guards to protect all the guests. There are white lilies and daisies in the middle of the hall where Terrence's father's coffin was laid out. A large picture frame containing his image was also on display at the side of the coffin. Also on display was the Black Scorpion banner. The symbol was painted in gold ink on a violet banner.

Each member of the Five Family wore a black suit or dress with a golden pin depicting the Black Scorpion. The family's head wore a unique piece of clothing. A purple sash with a gold Black Scorpion symbol embellished with diamonds was worn over a black suit.

Everyone in the viewing area gasped when Terrence descended the winding stairs dressed exactly like the family's head together with his brother Troy and their little sister Tabitha. Everyone stared at them, especially at Terrence as he approached the podium while his siblings sat in front. He knew this would not end up well, but he had to secure their household as the eldest son.

Terrence took a deep breath and composed himself before making his important announcement. "Dear family, friends, Evans' loyal constituents, and subjects, I, Terrence Vaughn Evans, on behalf of the First Family–" He paused to scan his surroundings. He commanded the mansion guards in advance to secure the area in case something would happen after his announcement. He was wearing an earpiece that allows him to communicate with them. A voice from the other line said, "We're ready boss." so he continued talking. "I will take over Travis Harriett Evans' place as the First Family head."

The entire audience broke out in different kinds of whispers and reactions. He was already expecting this kind of reaction from the crowd so they just gave him a blank stare.

"Why you?! You're too young and inexperienced!! We will not entrust the future of this organization, Anderson Evans, the patriarch of the Third Family, shouted standing from his seat.

"Andrew, what's the meaning of this?! The head of the second family, Percy Evans also joined Percy.

His Uncle Andrew, who was sitting beside Troy stood up, " Everyone, you heard it right. My nephew, Terrence Vaughn Evans will now be the head of the First Family from now on. Anyone who will disagree with this decision will never leave this mansion alive tonight."

The guests and the members of the five families got tense. They started whispering to each other again while others alerted their own bodyguards.

The rest of the five families know how powerful the First Family is. They are the first family formed in 1965 which inherited more money from Jacob, the founding father, so Percy and Anderson Evans both took their seats and kept their mouths shut for the entire night.

The night was full of tension, but luckily no bloodbath happened.

During the traditional British funeral repast, attended by friends and family of the deceased, the five remaining families gathered in a conference room inside the mansion.

When his father was still alive, this is where he held meetings and assemblies. Books and maps fill the room, making it look like an actual library. In the center of the pentagon-shaped table, there were five seats that resembled the King's chair. The Black Scorpion banner is also displayed in the center of the room. There were also portraits of the former heads, the founder Jacob Evans and their great-great-grandfather Robert Evans.

Terrence sat in the middle where his father was sitting before. Andrew asked him to take that seat.

"Gentlemen, I appreciate your presence. As you may have heard, Terrence will now be taking over my brother's position in the organization. We still need to follow tradition, so we gathered you here," Andrew said as he stood next to Terrence. He was holding an old book that had been passed down through generations. Travis and the other heads are Evans' third generation of families. Andrew opened the dusty and worn-out book that contained the Evans family's history, the Black Organization's history, and the signatures of the former heads written in their blood.

He turned it into a blank page and started writing the names of the current heads and Terrence's name using a fountain pen. On the table also is a golden dagger, a quill, and the stamp of the Evans family. After Andrew finished writing all the names, he passed the book to the head of the Second Family, Anderson Evans. He slashed his arms with the dagger he had just picked up. The wound was dripping with crimson red blood. He then dipped the tip of the quill into the wound and signed his name on top of it. Andrew held the book with both hands and passed it to the head of the Third Family, Percy Evans. He reluctantly signed it and handed it to the next head, Bailey Evans. Andrew proceeded to hand it to the Fifth Family head, Ernest Evans, and finally to Terrence.

After the blood compact, Andrew took the seal of the Evans family and stamped the page where they signed.

Andrew, as the presider of the meeting, turned the book to the page where the oath of acceptance was written. He asked all of them to stand up before Terrence read it.

With conviction and confidence, Terrence placed his left hand on his chest and his other hand doing the secret hand sign of the organization, and began reading it.

"It is my pledge that I, Terrence Vaughn Evans, will support and defend the Black Scorpion Organization against all enemies, both foreign and domestic; that I will pledge my true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of our forefather, and fulfill my duties and responsibilities as the head of the First Family."

Everyone in the room acknowledged the oath by shaking Terrence's hand, but you can see the displeasure on their faces as they did so. On the other hand, Terrence made every effort to maintain his composure in the situation.

Terrence went back to the cemetery where his father was buried after the meeting. He stood before his grave now holding a piece of white daisies. Terrence reminisced about the past while staring at the marble tombstone engraved with his father's name and the year he was born and died, June 1976- November 2020. He was never his father's favorite son, it was Troy. Troy was more inclined toward their business than he. Once he caught Troy playing with their father's gun. He also likes to play mafia boss during their playtime, and I as police. Their father adored Troy more than him. He gently placed the flower beside his father's tombstone.

"Dad, I promise to continue our family's legacy from now on." With that promise, Terrence started accepting his fate of living in the dark from this day forward.

The Black Scorpion Organization operation is now under new management. With his brilliance, his Uncle Andrew's supervision, and their armies, the First Family continued to be the most notorious group in the entire UK and among the five families.