𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 pooled at the eyes of the seductress in front of me.
❝You still hate me?❞ The poison in my heart moaned as I bottomed out in her, her wetness tightening around me.
❝Of course I do- fuck! Right there!❞ She crie...
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𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 "𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦" 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐞
"You see, one of the main issues I have with you right now is that I had to be interrupted to deal with your foolish behavior," I seethed with anger and annoyance at the man who was tied to the bolted metal chair.
After about a week or so, the feeling of being watched was nipped in the bud by this fucker who is trembling in front of me, fearful of his life.
He should be.
"Sir, I swear I don't know anything." The man replies cooly, even though the facade isn't fooling anyone.
I've been at this for the past five minutes. His olive complexion was now bruised, and his left eyebrow was split paired with a swelling eye. Ice-cold water was dripping from his person, making every hit and slap feel worse than if he wasn't submerged.
Watching the man wither around like the snake that he has made himself to be had my skin crawling with the desire to slay the serpent.
"You should know that I don't like liars," I chuckled while walking back to the seat that was a reasonable distance away from him. Guards lined the perimeter of the room, each with black masks and an earpiece, rifles all pointed at the subject.
"Sir, I would never try my hand with the Genovese men, I would never–"
"But you fucking did, didn't you? How the fuck did they intercept my drop? Huh? I should pull out your fucking tongue with my bare nails since it has no use!" I seethed, the man in question starting to hyperventilate as red started to seep into my vision.
"S-Sir! I had absolutely no idea that the S.I warehouse drop was going to be unsuccessful–
"Who did you tell? Tell me who so I can be on my way," I replied boredly at his antics.
"No one! I swear! No one knew that the drop on 54th Street–"
"54th Street? I never said where the drop was at, and that means someone told you from the warehouse in the Bronx, didn't they?" I quirked an eyebrow, watching the man's face turn ghostly at the revelation.
"I j-just assumed b-because"
"Because what? Because that's been the pattern this month? Or because someone told you about the tunnels by the ferry? WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU?" I boomed, my voice even startling one of the guards on my far left.
Whoever this person was had him contemplating the biggest decision of his life, so I know that–
"I don't know," he sighed, looking down at his lap, his involuntary shaking going all the way down to the legs of the chair.
"You don't know?"
"I don't know! They are anonymous!" He exclaimed, his eyes watering with despair.
When the words left his mouth, my laughter bellowed after, the thought of being played with making the situation even more comical.
