You scared away Franco !
A d r i a n s P o v:
I shoved my dick down her mouth, the only thing you could see was her pink hair bobbing up and down, I groaned when I felt myself hit her throat, I fisted her hair, and pushed her head further down. My hips buckled, i fucked her mouth one more time before I coated her throat. The girl, who's name I forgot, licked all around my dick, she teased my tip before picking up her jacket and walked out of my office, she disappeared in the club lights. leaving me satisfied.
I grunted and pulled my pants up, observing one of my most successful clubs.
I've not seen that overly talkative, curly haired brunette since. Mainly because I've not been home. We had a very important shipment delivered and I had to make sure everything went smoothly, that consisted of tons of paperwork, sending my men out there and being reported back to every few minutes. I also had to visit the drop off point myself, so I could visualise everything, and find hiding spaces that potential Russians might use. In the end it did all turn out fine, but I still have to get all the weapons safely shipped to the warehouses.
Do I regret what happened with Alessia, no, I mean yes she is Marcos sister and I've never seen him so protective over somebody, but I needed to shut her up. I didn't even end up getting the answer I wanted, how did she know? I was thinking of dumping her in the basement and questioning her there, but I have feeling that wouldn't scare her, it seems like nothing does. She's not scared of me, or speeding down the motorway, or being chased, potentially stalked, she wasn't scared over my threats. She's got some nerve.
Talking about threats, the Russians have paced themselves, we've not heard from them since we caught biker boy, he's a pain in the ass. No matter what my men do he won't budge. I've had my fair share of Russian hostages and they've had that in common, they don't talk unless they're under intense pain. So I guess I'm going have to cause some harsh pain, lucky me.
I nodded to the driver, and made my way inside the abandoned garage. I was welcomed with the stench of blood and sweat, I saw the beautiful sight of biker boy, chained to a wall, his hands was tied above his head and his feet was crossed together. Now that's art. The fact that he looked scared shitless got me even more excited, I felt like a kid in a candy shop.
I sat down on the chair, that was placed directly in front of him, I leaned back and spread my legs, and focused on the knife I was twirling in my hand. He looked psycho, he was wriggling about and screaming profanities. We had to put a muzzle on him cause he couldn't keep his spit to himself, snob. I found it funny how he was getting all worked and I hadn't even made eye contact with the man. I watched the knife as it spun on the tip of my fingers, I threw it up in the air and caught it by the handle, so the blade was now aiming at biker boy. I raised my eyes from the blade to the boy, tears was streaming down his face, and his eyebrows were scrunched up.
A stranger would think I'm torturing a innocent boy, I'll give it to him though, he's playing the victim very well, it almost suits him. I held up a 'L' with one hand and brought it up, I closed one eye, aimed, and threw the knife, stabbing him in his left shoulder blade.
Bingo
He screamed out in pain but it was all muffled because of his mask. I knew there was blood splatters on my face and shirt, the man looked at me like I was crazy.
It's cause I am crazy, idiota
I still hadn't said anything, and I know it was making him uncomfortable, he was pleading under his mask but I didn't bother to strain my ears to hear exactly what he was saying. He squirmed under my stare, the more he moved the more blood leaked out from his wound. I took the needle, that was sitting on the table next to me, flicked it a few times, before injecting it into his right arm.
The serum will send intense shocks of pain through his arm, they're so strong it spreads throughout your whole body, it basically feels like you're getting shot, or stabbed in the same place over and over again, and eventually the pain would move else where. Usually they faint due to the pain, but it's nothing an ice bucket can't help with. A devilish smirk over took my face as I watched him cry out, I turned around and asked for the guards to notify me the second he started talking.
Because he will be saying something
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I was finally home, it was around 11. In a normal household usually people start calming down at that time, some go to bed. In Marcos house, everyone's energy levels spike at this time. So I wasn't surprised to find them all in kitchen trying to make cupcakes.
You see with Marco, when it comes to baking, he loves being in charge. I don't know who told him it, but he believes he's an amazing chef. So if you try and correct him in the moment he'll most likely blank you, and do it his own way.
They all seemed frustrated with Marco, Sandros gripping his hair, his knuckles turning white, and Aryas head is in her hands. It also explains Alessia standing in between Marco and Arabella trying to hold them back from scratching each other.
Sandro looked taken back by my appearance. My hairs all over the place from the pinked hair girl messing with it, plus the blood splatters, It's a look.
"Damn you look like you came from a porno shoot, was your role the crazy serial killer?" That was weirdly pacific.
"Did I torture somebody, yes, did I have sexual contact with somebody before I did that, also yes." I said as I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt.
"So I was basically right, except you wasn't roleplaying and there wasn't a camera." Marco said, waving the wooden spoon about. I nodded my head to which he literally patted his back.
Another thing you have to know about being in the kitchen with Marco, is that he likes thinking everything was his idea, so if he happened to forgot to add eggs, you can't tell him he forgot them, he would get defensive, Arabella probably reminded him about something and he must of ignored her.
That would be why they're at each other's throats.
"Sandro, remember when we made those really nice cupcakes, and the thing that made them so fluffy was adding 2 eggs." In the corner of my
Eye I see Marco crack two eggs in the bowl, see.
"No, when was that?" I live with fucking idiots.
Then I heard a whiny voice, that would be Alessia. She was rambling on about needing experience before she goes for the real thing, huh?
"Adrian aren't you in the process of designing your own house, why don't you help him Alessia?" I thought we were talking about sex, what's going on.
Marco saw my confusion "She wants to be a architect but she needs experience, you're her friend, you can guide her and make sure she doesn't make a fool of herself."
"He's not my friend"
"She's not my friend"
She's way too stubborn and way too talkative to be friends with, I don't know how Arabella and Arya keep up with her.
"Well you to can carry on telling yourselves that, and for the rest of you, have fun cleaning up." Arabella said whilst waving her two fingers around, the little bitch. She dragged her two friends away, not before wheezing but trying to cover it up with a cough.
They'll be the death of me.
A l e s s i a s p o v:
Studying architecture was harder then I thought, it takes a lot of concentration and time. If you fuck up one thing, you'd have to start the whole thing again. It was stressful. Adrian was going on about how he already has a qualified architecture and that I'd just be taking up extra space.
I told him to suck my dick.
It was me, Adrian and the actual architect, he look around 24. We were at the land where Adrian wanted his house built, they had stepped out of the car to talk 'business', weirdos. I was busy remembering what happened the last time I was in the passenger seat. Ugh I'm a slut?
They climbed back in, the guy in the back begun writing something down. "What's your name?"
I turned my body so I could get a better look at him.
"Franco" he said sending me a soft smile, cutie.
"Ciao Franco, I'm Alessia I have a question for you,
he nodded his head, wanting me to continue
"Am i a slut? Like do I look like a slut, I met you around 20 minutes ago do I give you slutty vibes?" I think my question made him uncomfortable, he started stuttering and shit.
"You don't have to the answer the question Frank, I would say yes, she is. She's the type of woman to get fingered in a car." Adrian interrupted, why is he involving himself in my conversations? He's irrelevant.
"And you're the type of man to finger someone whilst driving, does that make you a slut. I think yes." I muttered the last part.
"Says the one who has a public kink," my jaw dropped, I do not. I think.
"You came cause you knew you was being watched."
"Ha, funny, I came because you stuck a extra finger in me."
"Most people would be turned off knowing people was watching them, but you.., well if felt like it turned you on."
"Fuc- We both turned around when we heard a noise coming from the back, Franco frantically pulled the door handle looking pretty flustered . He was a stuttering mess and it took him a lot of effort to form a sentence. I leaned over Adrian and pressed the button unlocking Francos door, he didn't waste anytime. We watched as he ran away, did we really get him that worked up?
"Look what you did you gremlin" I said leaning back into my seat.
"You're the one who brought up being a slut, you just lost me architect."
"You got one right here" I said wriggling my eyebrows pointing to myself.
"My house is gonna end up looking like shit."
He groaned and leaned his head on the wheel. He looked peaceful, he had his eyes closed and his body relaxed.
"Is this a bad time to say I'm horny?"
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I think I might add another flashback soon.
Q: Is there's anyones pov you guys want? I can do it anytime in there life you want, here's some options.
-Adrian as a child, and the training he was put through.
-Alessia's time at the boarding school
- Aryas time at the boarding school.
-Arabellas time at the boarding school.
-Arya before she got sent to the school.
- Arabella before she got sent to the school.
-The day Alessia got sent away.
-The day Marco and Adrian met in more detail.
This was Alessia's outfit today 💅