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Four

Picture of Benjamin and Matt. They're hot ik but James is even better
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James

"I haven't seen you in what feel like ages, Sansone. Tell me now, what have you been up to?" I stood right in front of  the bound man, looking down at him while he squirmed in the chair.

He looked at me with a straight face, but the fear in his eyes proved to me that he knew what I had planned for him. The small cell was poorly lit up, only enough for me to see his face. I raised my eyebrows, urging him to open his mouth.

"Nothing much Niccó. I've been keeping to myself." I watched his beat up face, it was rather hard for him to talk after my men had taken care of him until I could come. I let out a humorless chuckle as I walked around him in a slow pace. Pensa di potermi ingannare, il Don?

[ Does he think he can fool me, the Don? ]

"That's sounds like being in a bad company. However, a little birdy told me.."I leaned down, standing behind him. "That you've been betraying us behind my back."

I stood up straight again and took out my knife. When he heard the sound of the metal he turned his head in a attempt to see what I was doing. I sighed and put it against his throat, at the same time gripping his hair roughly too keep him from moving.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Niccó." The urge to slit his throat when I again heard my name come from his lips rushed over me but I kept calm.

"Sta 'zitto!" I snapped through gritted teeth. "You no longer have the right to utter my name. You know what I do with people who betray me, Sansone. Or do you want me to demonstrate?"

[ Shut up! ]

I felt him gulp against the blade. He shook his head, not uttering a word. What is it with people not being able to speak?

I slowly moved the blade across his skin, drops of blood sliding down his body and onto the floor.

He tried to move out of my grip and whimpered for me to stop. But I haven't even started yet? The cut I made wasn't deep enough to kill him, but enough to cause him pain.

I put the knife back under my shirt in its holster, along with my gun. Having lost my patience I walked to the table where all the torture tools was neatly lined up. I grinned, this was my favorite part. I chose to start with a hammer. I picked it up and examined it.

"What do you say Sansone, should we begin with the fun?"

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I walked up from the basement an hour later. Sansone had passed out from the pain. My guards were still downstairs, making sure he didn't do anything stupid once he woke up. As soon as I came into the kitchen I saw Benjamin and Matt. They were two of my closest men.

"Don, cosa ha detto?" I heard Ben say behind me as I stood with my hands leaning on the counter. I turned to him and crossed my arms.

[ Don, What did he say? ]

"Niente. The pussy didn't say shit. Do we know who he was working for?"

[ Nothing. ]

Matt opened his mouth to speak.

"Yes, it was Lev Sokolov. He's the don of the russian maffia, a drug lord. Well actually I don't think he deserves the name "lord", it's only what he likes to call himself."

I hummed in response and kept my gaze on the wall, in deep thought.

"Get my brother here, I don't have the energy to deal with both of them. I want him in charge to find Lev. He's going to pay for this."

They hurried out of the mansion and I walked up to my office. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and took a seat on the chair behind my desk.

It was currently 6:45 pm, and I was thinking about driving down to one of my clubs to relieve some stress. Finding women who were willing to help me with that wasn't hard for me, they all gathered around me like a moth to a flame.

I liked the attention I got, as long as it was controlled. I didn't need a bunch of whores following me around just to get into my pants.

Ever since that night when I first met Ava, I hadn't enjoyed sleeping with anyone. It wasn't the same, they weren't the same. In the beginning it would be smooth, and I found at least some pleasure, but eventually I stopped fucking them and ordered them to leave instead.

My dick seemed to only crave one certain woman.

I didn't know for sure if it really bothered her that I was friends with her father, but either way I can see on the way she tensed around me that I have an impact on her.

Normally I wouldn't be interested in someone so young, but she was different. It captured me. Her bratty personality had a perfect touch of confidence that only made me want her more.

I craved to fuck her over and over and over again, until her young cunt was all stretched out and destroyed.

My jaw clenched as I thought about how she would feel, her body a writhing mess underneath me. How she would scream and mark my back as I took her over and over again. I wanted to take her in every position that was physically possible.

My eyes dropped to my crotch, where a visible hard bulge was growing.

I sighed and stood up. I didn't know what the hell she was doing to me, but it had to fucking stop.

Before I lost my mind.

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Just want to make it clear that english is my second language, and the italian is taken from google translate!
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