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I hold the tooth up to his friends. “Are you sure no one has anything interesting to say to me?”
The man in front of me is now crying. It’s hard to hear exactly what he’s saying since Lorenzo is still holding his jaw open.
“Let him go. I think he wants to talk.” Blood fills his mouth. As he goes to close it, it drips down his chin and onto his shirt.
“Do any of you want to make this easier on yourself?”
“Fuck you,” the one guy gargles through the liquid collecting in his mouth.
“Okay, another one?” I yawn, directing this question at my men.
“How about you take out his eye next?” one of my men says from behind me. I turn around to look at which one. I take my finger and point.
“Now that’s a good idea. But maybe not an eye. Maybe we should start with a finger.”
“No!” the man screams, but I am already moving closer to Lorenzo to grab the blade.
“Anyone want to talk? No? None of you want to save your boy’s ass? Okay, well, I’m going to be honest, I don’t like the loyalty here. If you’re going to let your friend get tortured, I guess I should spread the wealth.”
Instead of walking to the man who’s bleeding all over the floor, I walk up to the man sitting next to him. He looks to be the same age. This one doesn’t have a beard, but he has wrinkles around his eyes.
“You’re up. Anything to say?”
“We were just hired to do the job.” Well, that takes me by surprise. I didn’t actually expect any of them to talk.
“By who?”
“We don’t know.”
“You had me. I almost let you guys go.” I grab his index finger and hold it up, still smiling. I must look like a crazy fucking lunatic. Which at this point, after losing ten million, I am.
“Salvatore. We work for Salvatore Amante.”
“That’s what I thought . . . gun.”
“But—”
“But what? You thought I would let you live? You thought that you could sneak into my warehouse, steal my drugs, and then come back to kill me, and I wouldn’t be pissed? You ruined a perfect day. And now you all have to die.”
I lift my gun and fire one, two, three times. And when they all slump forward in their chairs, I place my gun in the back of my pants and turn to walk out the door.
“Clean this up,” I say to all my men in the warehouse. “Lorenzo, let’s go.”
When we make it back outside, head to the car, and start to drive, Lorenzo finally speaks.
“Where we going, Boss?”
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I look down at myself. There is blood all over my white shirt.
“Should we go into the city?”
I know what he’s asking. If we go into the city, as we do on most nights when I torture a man, I’d find a woman and fuck for hours. It’s probably exactly what I need, but for some reason, I’m just not in the mood. Sticking my dick in some nameless whore doesn’t seem that appealing.
Now sticking my dick in my wife, on the other hand . . .
Fucking Salvatore.
If he hadn’t hired those guys to take my truck, I could be balls deep in Viviana by now.
I’m no idiot. It was clearly written all over her face how much she wanted me.
I could have spent a night doing her instead of going home dripping in blood and no pussy.
It’s pretty late when we get home. We pull the car into the garage, and I head up the stairs. Before going to my wing, I walk up the opposite stairs, the stairs that lead to her room. Her door is closed, and I consider knocking, but the truth is, she’s probably sleeping. I open the door anyway, walking inside, but what I see has my dick going hard.
There, on the pristine white linens, is brown hair splayed across the pillow.
Following the path down, her eyes are closed, her mouth soft, the hollow of her neck bare. She’s naked. Her breasts are exposed, and her perky nipples are up and erect, ready for the taking.
I should wake her, finish what we never began, but I’m dripping in blood. My hands are still coated in red filth.
I turn on my heel, walking straight out of her room and down the hall until I make it to the right wing of the house.
I storm inside. I’m all worked up with no outlet. I consider having Lorenzo send a former hookup. It wouldn’t be the first time I called one over just to let one suck me off.
It won’t do. Only one woman currently occupies space in my mind. Not a good thing either. I walk to the bathroom, turn the knob in the shower, and strip off my clothes.
