TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL
BLOOD/DEATH/GORE
I held Lira's hand as I led her upstairs behind me. I closed the door behind us and locked it so we were all alone in my room. "Oh shit." Lira swore as she heard her phone ring. She pulled it out of her pocket. "Just ignore it." I said as I pulled her into me and began to kiss her neck while my hands felt her body.
She hummed in satisfaction. "I can't, it's Admir." She pulled away from me and answered the call. "Fuck! What!? Is he alive?! What the fuck happened?!" She yelled with deep concern. She paced the room and rubbed her forehead in agitation. "Fucking bitch. I'm coming. I'm going to fucking ram a fucking knife up her ass." She growled and turned the call off. She looked at me and sighed.
"Admir's been shot." She said nonchalantly with a hint of annoyance. "And before you ask how....uh how do I put this..there's a girl he quite likes and I've told him she's a bitch but he thought the sun shined out her ass and well she went ahead and fucking shot him. Admir's men have her." She exhaled. "Is he all right? He never told me he had a girl." I replied. I never thought Admir to be foolish but maybe love can make you blind.
"He's fine. The bullet hit his shoulder...and you know Admir, he doesn't want everyone to know his business. I only found out when I caught them kissing." She sighed. She walked over to me and grabbed onto my hands. "I have to leave. I want to be the one to end her pathetic life and I need to see if he's all right." She looked down at our hands. Mine in hers.
"You go. It's important. Go and see him...and we'll just resume where we left off when you get back." I winked at her. She chuckled and kissed my cheek, which gave me a rush of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. The little things she did, fuck. She's got me good.
She smiled and let go off my hands and quickly pulled on her leather jacket which she picked out of the wardrobe. "He's so ridiculous. Making me come all that way...and Enzo, he won't let me kill her. So I'll just have to do it before he tells me not to." She muttered as she tossed her hair out of the back of the jacket. She grabbed her phone and looked at me with her head tilted. "You won't miss me will you?" She smirked. "Not in the slightest." I remarked back matching her energy.
She refrained from chuckling and instead she used a finger to point to her ass. "So you won't miss my ass..nor my boobs..or my lips." She said as she pointed to her body. I chuckled. "No I won't. But I will miss your sarcastic remarks and hearing you swear." I replied. I most definitely would miss her body and she knows it. She smiled. "You're so....God you're fucking hot. I'll miss you." She said bluntly and leaned in to hug me. I inhaled her scent as if it's the last time I would see her.
My arms were wrapped around her and hers around my neck. "Enzo...are you going to let me go?" She breathed against my ear. I smiled as I rested my head in the crook of her neck. Definitely not. So we held each other for a while longer and finally I let her go.
It had now been only an hour since she left and I was fucking bored. I browsed though my phone and decided on calling Raf. He picked up after the third ring. "Raf, how's things?" I asked. "Good. I haven't fucked up yet if that's what you're asking...wait why the fuck are you calling me now? Isn't it..eleven? I thought you'd be fucking Lira by now." He said casually. I sighed. "I wish. She's gone to Albania. Admir was shot but he's all right."
"Fucking hell...well let me just say, your plan worked." He chuckled. "What plan?" I asked very much confused. "Don't play stupid with me. Your plan to get me and the maid together...well it worked. I don't know what Lira said to her but she knew exactly how to seduce me." He replied. I could tell he was smiling.
"Fine. It was our plan. I'm happy for you Raf." I smiled as I held the phone to my ear and turned to my side. "Are you missing her already?" He asked sounding more serious. "Yes I am. I can't help it." I replied and rubbed my eyes. "You've got it bad...go out. Do something stupid, shoot someone, have some fun." He said. He was sounding incredibly wise and I suppose I was bored and perhaps going out for the night would help.
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In two hours time I was at a club, for business as well as pleasure. I sat at my booth drinking expensive whiskey. Two men sat beside me also drinking as they kept me company. Their company wasn't bad for they were decent men. I lit up a cigarette and inhaled it while the smoke fluttered around us all. We talked for an hour, we drank and betted stupid money for fun.
And then, I saw a glimpse of James fucking Cain. There was not a doubt in my mind that it was him I saw. A face as ugly as his, he sticks out like a sore thumb. And besides, he's in an all American club. As quickly as I saw him, he disappeared into the heavy crowd. I stood up abruptly and slammed my empty glass down onto the table.
"I won't be a moment, I have something to take care off." I spoke to the two men who were watching me but they were too drunk to bother. I gestured for my three guards to follow me as I headed for the place I saw James at. There was alcohol in my system but not enough to cause hallucinations. That fucking bastard was here. Now what was he doing here. Didn't I tell them I'd kill him if I saw him again. Perhaps he grew some balls.
Stopping at the other end of the club, I couldn't see him. Not amongst the crowd. Fuck. I looked towards the exit and saw a short man approach the door. He turned his head and gave me a crazy grin. Fuck him.
"Boss don't. It's a trick." One of my guards spoke up. I chuckled and patted his shoulder. Sergio certainly wouldn't have said that. "I know that. I wasn't born yesterday. But it's him and I fucking love beating the shit out of him so come on." I exhaled and started to walk towards the door.
Once outside I saw a little figure running off and enter a restaurant across the road. Perhaps he was hungry and who was I to deprive him of food, clearly he needed it to grow. I walked across the road making a car screech to a halt for me, not that I cared. My guards followed after me well aware of the unnecessary danger I was about to put myself in. James fucking Cain could do no damage to me anyway.
As I entered the restaurant, it was clear to see that it was very busy. Almost every table was open with people eating and drinking away. I walked past the entrance, ignoring the server who was asking me if I wanted a seat. My eyes scanned the room and soon I saw him enter the kitchen at the back of the restaurant. It's as if he was goading me. He's lucky that I'm completely bored otherwise I would have sent a couple of men to bring him to me, preferably beaten.
I quickly walked towards the kitchen, instructing my men to guard the front entrance in case he escapes from my grasp. I pushed open the heavy metal doors, the aroma of cooked food hit me. The doors squeaked which caught the attention of two chefs. They looked at me with wide eyes. Towards the side, James was munching on a carrot, looking at me with something unsettling in his eyes.
"You're not supposed to be here sir." A chef spoke up. I looked at the woman and exhaled. I could tell them to leave but why would they listen to me, they didn't know who I was. So I pulled out my gun from my belt and pointed it in the air. Firing two shots, screams rang out in fear and panic. And soon enough everyone cleared the kitchen until it was just him and I.
"Do you really wish for another beating?" I asked as I placed my gun back into my pocket. James scoffed and tossed his half eaten carrot into the sink beside him. "What I wanted was to piss you off...and I'm going to kill you." He growled with a devious smirk. I scoffed and blew out a whistle. "My my such big words. Are you sure you can handle me?" I smirked as I leaned against the steel counter which was topped with pots and pans.
James chuckled and brushed back his unruly brown hair. "I can but why should I bother with a fucking shithead like you. You're worth nothing." He did amuse me I have to say. He clicked his short fingers and four men entered the kitchen from the back door. I did not know why he was doing this however. "Why are you here? Is England not a big enough playground for you? Or perhaps you're obsessed with me, clearly." I teased and crossed my arms across my chest.
The four men were all big and tall, unlike James. They stood in their dark T-shirts with murder on their minds and still I did not waver. "I want rid of you. You're like a leech, with you here my father can only sing your praises. It's never about me. It's always you." He scowled. My lips tugged into a small smile. His father thought highly of me, that I liked. "Jealousy...petty much. Go on I'll give you one chance to leave now otherwise it'll get ugly." I said stone cold.
James wasn't deterred, in fact he signalled to his men. Two of the men walked towards me slowly. Their eyes glinted menacingly. "This is not what I had planned for the night but it's definitely going to be entertaining." I smirked and licked my lips in anticipation.
Two of the men came at me, I sighed and pulled out my knife in one quick motion, the metal gleamed in the bright light. They both came at me at the same time. I quickly ducked out of ones punch and grabbed the other mans arm, pushing him backwards. The other man threw more blows at me with me avoiding them all. I slashed my knife at him and cut his forearm and side of his chest. He winced as he held his bleeding wounds.
The other man grabbed a pan off the counter and tried to hit me with it. I evaded him and grabbed ahold of his neck and hit his head against the steel countertop. He dropped the pan which clanged onto the tiled floor. I grabbed him into a chokehold and using my knife I slashed open his neck, his blood spluttered out everywhere. I pushed him off me and he fell to the floor, choking on his own blood.
The third man came at me and he was a lot more broader with a shiny bald head. He picked up a big kitchen knife off the counter and slashed it at me, with me manoeuvring out of his way. I backed up and saw a pan of boiling water on the stove top. "Is that the best you can do?" I teased and wagged my finger at him. The man grunted and took quick steps towards me while gripping his knife tightly. I grabbed the pan of water and tossed it at him, where it made a splash when it touched his skin. He roared in agony, closing his eyes while trying to wipe them. But his skin was melting and nothing could help him. In the midst of his panic, I plunged the knife he had dropped into chest without so much an ounce of guilt.
I stood upright and panted. "You are a little fucker aren't you. No wonder your own father is ashamed of you. Tell me did he ever say how he wished for son like me?" I scowled as I looked at James. He now wore a face full of hate and contempt. His thin lips twitched meaning what I said was somewhat true if not entirely true. "Now listen, I'll make you an offer. Something I rarely do. I'll give you another chance. Walk the fuck away." I spoke calmly.
But would the bastard see sense. I secretly hoped not because it would be a damn shame if he was stabbed to death.
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Come on you know what I'm gonna say
VIOLENCE DEATH MURDERRRR THATS THE SHIT!! 🔪
PUNCHY punch and stabby stab them vicenzo lmao my vocabulary in a story is soooo varied and irl I talk like..well like a gangster not saying that I am one but uh maybe I could be.
I LIVE FOR YOU JAMES FUCKING CAIN - he makes the story so much better but respectfully ✨ die ✨
