My dad’s money and position in society had shielded me from a whole lot of shit that was out there, but once that veil was lifted and I saw the underbelly of mankind I got smart real fucking quick. I knew to survive I had to become better than everyone else, but not only that, I had to become more twisted than the most twisted fuck out there. Don’t think I didn’t research that shit.
I had a lot of time to think while I was in Central America, time to really look at what my life had become and where I was going. I had time to think about the loss of my mother and what it had done to me. The fact that my dad had shut down and shut me out after we lost her. No wonder I had turned out to be as fucked in the head as I am.
Instead of a replacement the old man had sunk everything he had heart and soul into building his company. He’d told me only after all the bullshit that it was for me. He’d felt guilt over me losing my mom at such a young age even though there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent her from dying from the disease that had eaten away at her.
His idea was to build a company for his son, a legacy. I didn’t get the logic but the shit made sense to him and it wasn’t my place to ask him ‘what the fuck!’ It was good to have an explanation other than the one I’d come up with on my own though. But now he was gone and his asshole nemesis was trying to pull a fast one. I pulled myself back from memory lane and focused on the here and now.
I’d made the first move so far in our little war but the shit wasn’t gonna end there. This asshole fancies himself some sort of dapper don, because he has the ear of one of the leading mob families in the region. Like I give a fuck. One of the things I’d learned in the jungle is that there’s a big difference between playing tough and actually being that way. Somebody should’ve told this fuck they don’t call me ‘sadico’ for nothing.
These dumb fucks have no idea what it means to be tough. Try fighting cougars in the jungle for survival. I’d put myself through some serious shit to toughen myself up over the years. I’m not afraid of them, not even close.
My only problem now is, I hadn’t expected to be sideswiped by the girl I’d just left swinging in my little playroom. My beef wasn’t with her it was with her old man. But from the first time I sunk my dick into her my shit has been off. Just like a fucking skirt to mess shit up.
4
Nico
* * *
I brought my mind back to my enemy and what comes next. My first strike had been to take his most prized possession, his beauty queen daughter. The girl was barely nineteen and had already won enough crowns to fit the heads of the European monarchy.
If he knew he was gonna be an asshole he should’ve kept her well hidden instead of parading her gorgeous ass all over the news media. What the fuck ever. I’ve already spent way too much time thinking about her fine ass. Time to go to work.
I had a plan of action in my head but who knows what could go wrong? Being back stateside was like culture shock. In the jungle I just had to give the word to get shit done, no question.
I had cops and politicians in my pocket. Not to mention judges and whoever else could be of use. Here, I’d need to set up a whole new network but who had the time?
I’m not sure if her old man hadn’t done his homework, if he hadn’t known that my dad had a son out there somewhere when he started his shit. If that was the case then he’d been in for a rude awakening.
Dad and I may have been separated by miles, but through the years the old man had really reached out and we’d done a good deal to bridge the gap. I got to know him as a man and I liked who he was. It was a shock the day he’d told me he was proud of me, proud to call me son. That was after I’d sent him a dossier on myself. I thought he had the right to know what his child had become. Lucky for me he only saw the training and toughening up shit and none of the fuckery I did that would land my ass in ten jails if it came to light.
Then he’d died suddenly a week ago and left me everything, with a stipulation in his will that I come home. I guess I could go from underworld boss to legitimate businessman, but it was gonna take some doing. Plus, I don’t see why I can’t meld the two together. No way am I giving up all my contacts and shit. I was already making plans to bring some of my team over once I got the lay of the land.
“Clyde you got what I told you to yet?”
“Yeah boss right here.” My head of security passed me the folder he was holding. Inside was everything I needed to break the motherfucker. By the time I was done he’d wish he’d never set eyes on me and mine.
“I’ll go through it later. Let’s take a ride.” My temper was still running hot and not even her blood on my dick had assuaged it much. Clyde didn’t ask where we were headed; he had more sense than that.
I didn’t check on her before leaving the house, she wasn’t going anywhere. The room was locked and she was hanging from the wall, the fuck was she gonna go?
When we reached the underground garage I climbed into the backseat of my Bughatti Galibier and loosened the top button of my shirt. I’d forgotten how to breathe in the states.
“Take me to his place.” I wasn’t surprised when both my guys turned around in their seats to look at me, but once again neither said anything. Just looked at each other and then turned to look ahead.
“Boss, you need us to call in the others?”
“Nah, I can fuck with him on my own.”
“You saw the news right. His place is crawling with cops and reporters.”
“The fuck that got to do with me?” They shook their heads and kept it moving.
I know how these humps in their five thousand dollar suits work. They hire others to do everything but wipe their fat asses. Me, I like getting my hands dirty. Never ask someone to do something you’re afraid of doing yourself. That’s a sure way to give power to that person. You want complete power; you show your soldiers what the fuck you’re capable of.
My mind kept going back to her hanging there where I’d left her. I didn’t like the tender feelings I had towards her, like worrying if I should’ve taken her down from there and if her arms were gonna be sore by the time I got back to cut her down.
I gritted my teeth and looked out the window at the old stomping ground to clear my head. It didn’t escape my notice that as soon as she came into my head my greedy ass cock perked right the fuck up. Ain’t this a bitch? I’ve had all kinds of women over the years. In fact I’d fucked all the local Miss whoevers in the last five years, it was a thing with me, and none of them had ever made my dick as hard as this girl does. Hmm!
5
Nico
* * *
We pulled up and through the gates of the mansion the asshole lived in. The place was an eyesore. Nothing but pretentious marble statues and fountains all over the fuck, what the fuck was it a museum? Probably compensating for a small dick. Most megalomaniacs were known for doing that shit.
I barely paid attention to the security guard that made my guys roll down the window and asked for ID. “He’s expecting me. Tell him, it’s Nicolo Rossetti.” I smirked when I said that shit. This kind of shit tickles me. Nothing I like more than scalping a motherfucker in his own backyard.
He called someone and was soon ushering us in. I checked my glock, but knew I wouldn’t be needing it, not this time anyway. The news was right, there were cops like fucking roaches all over the place.
Some jackass in a fifty-dollar suit showed me into the room where Preston Aldridge the fourth was waiting. What kind of pussy ass name is that anyway? It fit. The soft motherfucker sitting there must have a shitload of backup if he thought he could fuck with me. I hope he wasn’t just relying on his money to defeat me. I could buy his ass and still have enough left over to buy a couple third world countries. But he wouldn’t know that.
He ushered everyone out of the room as I walked in. “You son of a bi…” He started to get out of his chair.
“I wouldn’t say such things about my mother if I were you. You’re not always going to be surrounded by co
ps.” I smirked at his milquetoast ass as I took his measure.
“Where’s my daughter?”
“Safe…for now. But how long she stays that way is entirely up to you.”
“Let me talk to her, I need to know she’s okay.”
“No. Now about those mineral rights you stole from my father.”
He looked around the room and sat back in his desk chair. “Look that wasn’t personal…”
“This is. I want them back by eight tomorrow morning or I’ll start sending her to you in pieces.”
“Do you know who I am you little punk? I can call any one of those men in here right now and have you taken out and they’ll never find the body.”
This fucker watched one too many movies. My boys shifted behind me but I held up a hand to calm them. “I’m glad you said that.” I pulled my phone and started to make a call.
“Who’re you calling?”
“The man who’s gonna put a bullet in your daughter’s head.” His face lost all its color and he flew out of his chair.
“Al, go ahead…”
“No wait you sick bastard, I’ll give you anything you want just please don’t hurt her.” Too late for that shit, but whatever!
“That’s better. Al, take a chill.”
“What, what does that mean, take a chill?” Now his eyes were moving from my guys to me like a cornered rat.
“Eight in the A.M don’t forget. I have to go now, there’s a lot that can happen between now and then, and seeing as how she’s so sweet, I’m sure she can hold my interest…”
“Don’t you touch her...” I moved too fast for him to see me coming and grabbed him by the neck and lifted his pompous ass in the air when he rushed me. “Or you’ll do what exactly? You put my dad in an early grave. You may not have done it with your own two hands, but you drove him to it. You have to pay for that. Just be grateful I haven’t taken your balls you fuck.” I dropped him back to his feet and turned to leave.
“Listen, I see any of your goons or one fucking cop anywhere near my place. In fact if I even suspect that you’ve shared our little agreement with anyone else, the deal’s off.” I left the way I came in and got the fuck outta dodge. “Now, let’s take care of the other one.”
“Nico, you sure? Going after these guys will start a war…”
“Your point is? Aldridge used them to muscle dad out of what was rightfully his. Now his daughter’s gone and he hasn’t told anyone that I’ve got her. All I have to do is make it look like some kind of retaliation on his part.”
“But why would he go after them if they’re so tight?”
“It’s the fucking mob. They’re not tight with anybody but themselves.” This is why I do shit by myself. People are always complicating shit, but man isn’t that deep. We’re as simple as fuck.
That’s why I was able to find this other fuck at his usual afternoon haunt. I rolled down my window and took aim at the table where the head of the Russian mob in these parts sat with one of his lieutenants. There was no noise when the bullets flew, just the sound of bodies hitting concrete. “Go!” By the time his people came running we were turning the corner out of sight.
They had no idea of my existence so I wasn’t afraid of retaliation from that corner. But I had enough in my possession to make it look like Aldridge was the one behind the hit. He makes one wrong move and I’ll put that shit in motion and sit back and watch the sparks fly.
“Where to now boss?” Why the fuck was he breathing hard? He wasn’t the one taking the shots, I was and I hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Home.” I sat back and didn’t give a second thought to the asshole and his sidekick that I’d just offed. Fuck ‘em.
* * *
I wonder what she’s doing? Fuck, I’d left her hanging too long. I’m not used to this compassion bullshit in the middle of an Op so sue me. As soon as we got back to the house I left the boys and headed upstairs to my playroom. It had taken me less than a day to get the room ready once I knew what I needed it for. It was a bit rough, but it’ll do for now.
I pushed the door open and my eyes went straight to her. I squashed the little pang of guilt I felt at seeing her tiny form just hanging there. There was no one named Al on my payroll, and I wouldn’t have trusted anything with a dick alone with her that long. Not because I had any tender feelings towards her or any shit like that. But because there was no point in tempting a motherfucker that I was gonna have to end for being stupid.
Even with her ass beat to shit, her hair a sweaty mess and tear tracks on her face, she was something. I ignored the glare she sent my way and went to cut her down. She fell into my arms before remembering that I was the enemy and tried pulling away. Her legs weren’t strong enough to hold her so I had to help her out even though she snapped at me.
“Damn girl. You weren’t in here long enough to turn feral. Then again I’ve met your old man, he looks part ferret so I guess that shit runs in the family.” I so love fucking with her. She has the most inventive curses. If we’d met under different circumstances I would’ve gotten a kick out of her sassy ass mouth and that fire in her eyes that makes my dick twitch with need.
She screeched some shit at me but her throat was too raw for me to understand. I was trying to be nice so I rubbed life back into her arms and legs. Her stomach growled and I felt like a beast. “Shit I forgot to feed you wait here.” I sat her on the little cot in the corner and she winced when her sore ass met the sheets. Poor baby. The fuck!
I left the room again and went in search of something to give her to stop the roaring in her tummy. The staff wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. I’d given them the time off to mourn the man they’d worked for since I was a kid. His death was as much a shock to them as it was me I’m sure and since they’d taken such good care of him over the years, especially while I was gone, I could do no less for them now.
I’d only been back four days but in that time I’d accomplished a lot. Because dad and I had been in touch a lot lately, I knew who his enemy was, that’s why I’d been able to move on him so fast. I’d warned dad not to get involved with this guy, his business practices weren’t the most honest from what I’d learned. I’d done a deep search on him as soon as dad mentioned the idea. But dad still believed that a handshake or a man’s word meant something.
He was old school; I’m not. I don’t trust a motherfucker even if he’s standing right in front of me doing what it is he says he’s gonna do; there’s always a fucking angle. And the higher up you go on the financial food chain the dirtier the fucks you’ll find. These people think money is the end all and be all. That’s how I know they’re soft. Money don’t mean shit in the jungle.
I scrounged up some shit for her to eat and headed back to her. Some may think that I’m a monster for what I did to her. She got off easy as far as I’m concerned; she’s still breathing. That’s more than I can say for my dad.
I could’ve put one in her and sent her carcass to the old fuck, but I figured this way was better. Let him worry about what his little princess was suffering at my hands. Next time he’ll think twice before fucking with me and mine.
6
Stacey
* * *
My arms were free and I was alone for the first time since he’d snatched me and threw me in the back of his car. I looked around the room for something, anything to protect myself as I rubbed life back into my hands and legs. I have to think, to use my head. Pleading hadn’t worked so I knew that was a lost cause, but if I could just get my hands on something.
I didn’t know how many goons he had on the premises, and my eyes had been covered when he brought me here. How long ago was that now? I can’t be sure. The uncertainty made me afraid but I tamped that down, one thing at a time. I had to get out of here.
I looked around the room but all that was here were the chains he’d hung me from, a chair that looked like some sort of torture device and some other stuff that I had no name for. It all looked like something you’d see in a dungeon in som
e old horror flick from the seventies.
How did I get here? One minute I was headed for the stacks to brush up on my history for an upcoming test, and the next I was being thrown into the backseat of a car. I was sure they’d been people around but no one came to my rescue. One minute I was there and the next I wasn’t.
All the way through the streets I’d expected to hear sirens, or to run into a roadblock, but nothing. I’d begged and pleaded to be let go, but the man sitting next to me had kept his silence, barely sparing me a glance.
The only time I knew what was going on is when he’d called dad and told him what he’d done. But it was what he’d threatened to do that had made me try to break free and flee.
The car door wouldn’t open from the inside so that had been a wasted effort. My screams seems to fall on deaf ears since he, nor the men in the front seats had so much as bat a lash at all the noise I was making. Like they were used to dealing with screaming women. That thought had scared me more than the cold look on his face.
I could hear my dad screaming on the other end but the man stayed calm as he explained what he was going to do to me. I’d almost wet myself then. What kind of man was this, that he could say these things to my dad?
I knew my dad’s power, knew that his money commanded respect from everyone. From the police commissioner to the governor. But this man who seemed too young to be one of dad’s contemporaries didn’t seem to care about that.
The fear only escalated once he’d drawn the piece of cloth from his pocket and growled at me to turn around. “No!” I’d shaken my head and tried inching away from him but he’d only grabbed me by the arm, turned me roughly with my back to his chest and tied the soft cloth over my eyes. I almost peed myself right then, but thank heavens I remembered who I was and called on my inner reserve to calm myself down. There’s always a way out. I just have to use my head.
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