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Chapter 2 Chapter 1

  • Brooklyn, United States
  • A girl was looking through the window while standing with a cup of
  • coffee when she sensed some movements behind her. Following the footsteps
  • around the room she stole a glance of the figure who was walking towards the
  • washroom.
  • “Good morning.” She mumbled while sipping the coffee.
  • “Hmm…. “ The man replied and entered the washroom.
  • After some moments the girl entered the washroom where the man was
  • taking  shower. Discarding the only fabric she had, her footsteps followed
  • inside the shower stall. The man was standing under the water in his naked
  • glory. Every droplet of the water that was trailing down, looked like some
  • greedy particle who dared to touch his skin. He ignored the silent footsteps
  • behind him and placed his hands on the wall to let the water wash his body. The
  • brown silky hair soaked with water remained plastered on his scalp.
  • She looked at the man standing in front of her. Every muscle of his
  • body was sculpted perfectly. The perfect v of his body was something any girl
  • would want. She took a few steps to enter the same territory to feel the water
  • passing through his body. Her arms wrapped around his torso while his eyes were
  • still closed. Slowly her fingers trailed down to his lower abdomen, following
  • the intimate part of the man. Once she almost reached his shaft he grabbed her
  • hand immediately. In the very next moment she was pressed against the wall with
  • her face on it. He moved his hands from her shoulder blade to her lower back.
  • His long fingers drew some amazing patterns on her skin to earn one after
  • another soft moans. Pressing his body hard on her frame he grabbed the back of
  • her neck to whisper in her ears.
  • “How many times I have to tell you that don’t try to play with me.”
  • “I am not playing. I am just craving for your touch.” Her raspy voice
  • made the ambience more seductive. She felt him getting hard already.
  • “So much of lust and sexual need you have.” He let out a light chuckle
  • before pushing himself harshly in her core. She was still pressed against the
  • wall when he was busy thrusting himself in and out with great force.
  • “I need you more.” He heard her right after the first round.
  • The water failed to pass through those tightly coupled naked bodies.
  • As the restroom got filled with the sound of moans, thrust and many more dirty
  • languages, two human beings submerged themselves into the primitive game of
  • nature.
  • He was about to reach the climax when he drew himself out from her
  • dripping core. She was still not satisfied with the sudden withdrawal. The
  • groaning was the clear indication of her frustration. She turned her body to
  • face him and he looked at her face while rubbing her lower lips With his thumb.
  • She knew the meaning of this.
  • Kneeling in front of him, she took him in her mouth. Bobbing her head
  • to and fro, she kept on following a rhythm to pleasure him. He grabbed her
  • soaked hair to move himself more vigorously in her mouth. He needed the release
  • badly. He moved faster this time to reach his climax and within a few more seconds
  • he emptied his entire amount in her mouth. She kept on looking at his eyes
  • throughout the situation. Swallowing every drop of it, she licked her lips in
  • grave satisfaction.
  • He cleaned himself thoroughly and took a towel to dry his body. She
  • kept on ogling at his features while rubbing herself with soap under the
  • shower. Once he left the washroom she took a long shower to relax her muscles
  • and came out of the washroom wearing a bathrobe. He was already getting ready
  • inside the closet when she decided to comment.
  • “Afraid of having a child with me?” She knew every time they had sex,
  • he used condom. Even if they didn’t use protection he would have never released
  • his seeds in her core.
  • “No.” One firm and clear reply from his side didn’t create a strong point
  • in front of her.
  • “We are engaged already. Then what’s the problem.” She spoke with
  • frustration filled in her voice.
  • He took a sharp breath and moved towards her holding a sinister smile
  • on his.
  • “Do you think I am answerable to you? If you, then you are highly
  • mistaken. Enjoy what we have.” He pushed her to the nearby wall and licked the
  • area of her neck seductively.
  • “Umm. I just enjoy being with you.”
  • “Then don’t ask much.” He pointed his fingers to the dress he selected
  • for her before leaving the room. She got ready and came downstairs to have
  • breakfast.
  • The breakfast table was as usual filled with plenty of food. She saw
  • Marcus, the head of the security standing with a serious look.
  • “What’s wrong Marcus. Seems like we have got guests.”
  • “Of course Mam. Three imposters by the way.” Marcus replied with a
  • devilish smile. She knew the meaning of the smile. Surely those importers would
  • be tortured like hell before tasting their death.
  • “Hope your Boss would love those gifts.” She smiled back mentioning
  • the name of the Boss.
  • “Seems like my day has started nice.” The voice was enough to tell the
  • people inside, who had arrived.
  • “Carlos Joseph Marcello.”
  • He entered with his signature intimidating aura. Marcus bowed his head
  • and gave a short detail of the matter. Settling himself on the chair he waited
  • for his maid to serve him breakfast.
  • While having breakfast he discussed a few matters to take immediate
  • actions. The growing issues in the business was creating a big fuss. No way he
  • was willing to take some extra headache. One imposter was found in his office
  • in New York City. They had taken care of that.
  • After finishing their breakfast he looked at his woman who was looking
  • forward to hearing from him.
  • “What are you thinking now?” He asked her again.
  • “Wedding date.” She laughed but didn’t continue laughing when he gave
  • her a hard glare.
  • “We have a serious issue here. I am flying to Detroit tonight. Enjoy
  • your shopping.” He winked before leaving the breakfast table.
  • “Thank you.” She replied and walked towards the other direction.
  • He informed his security and made his way towards the basement of the
  • mansion. Marcus took the lead and opened a cellar to let him in.
  • Those three men whom they caught red handed were kept in three
  • different cells. One of them committed suicide, after the unbearable tortures
  • they had done. Two of them were still alive and begging for death. They in no
  • way wanted to survive after bearing their inhuman tortures.
  • “Did they say the name?” Carlos asked Marcus. In a reply he nodded his
  • head to give a negative gesture.
  • “Then don’t dare to waste my time by calling me here. Get back to me
  • when they open their dirty mouth.” Saying so he was about to leave the cellar
  • when an ear piercing sound was heard.
  • “Surely Dexter had cut his finger.” Marcus replied casually.
  • “How could the third one commit suicide? You guys are good for
  • nothing. I want them alive as long as they hold the information.” One clear
  • indication was enough for Marcus to take his next steps. He immediately
  • gathered his men to instruct them thoroughly.
  • “Let’s see the one who got the best treatment.” He winked when Marcus
  • was done with his instructions. The best treatment meant that worst torture
  • anyways. Marcus let him move towards another cellar where the half dead person
  • was hanging from the ceiling. There was not a single centimeter left on his
  • body, from where he was not bleeding. They were slapping the half dead from
  • time to time to keep his consciousness enough to speak a few words.
  • Once he reached the room he saw the pool of blood and smirked like a
  • maniac. Encircling the hanging body he looked at the man who seemed to be a
  • piece of meat only.
  • “Name.” He growled, making everyone shiver.
  • There came no response from the man who was bleeding to death. He
  • turned his face to the rest of his men who were standing there.
  • They immediately gave some more details about the person. The man who
  • was hanging like a piece of meat was from Detroit. His name was Ron. He was
  • working for Sylvester who was none but one of his sworn enemies. What he
  • demanded at that time was a single lead to reach Sylvester. He was not sure of
  • how this man sneaked in his heavily guarded area. But one thing he knew was
  • that whoever had helped him would face the same consequences.
  • “I know you work for Sylvester. Tell me the name of my men who helped
  • you.” It might be the biggest sentence that he had spoken till now. He was
  • never a man of long sentences or large conversations. Sometimes his smirk or
  • raised brow did enough justice to bring out the words from his captive’s mouth.
  • “Haven’t ……seen……. …. Face..” long pause “his face…”
  • Another long pause that irked him too much. Marcus looked at his
  • Boss’s face to know more. He definitely had some plan for them.
  • “If he hadn’t seen the face who guided him, then he doesn’t need those
  • eyes anymore.”
  • Marcus already knew the meaning of that sentence. Even though Ron was
  • almost at the verge of passing out, those words poured like some hot lead into
  • his ears. He started moving his hands abruptly in those restraints to break
  • free. All of his attempts died immediately when a whip landed on his bare body
  • again. The amount of blood that gathered on the ground was enough to make the
  • floor slippery.
  • “Let me go.” Even though His faint voice didn’t fail to reach his
  • ears, he didn’t bother to pay attention. How would a man even think of living
  • after being tortured that much? So sad. He scoffed mentally before exiting the
  • room. One after another loud cry made the basement shiver like anything. His
  • eyes were plucked out one after another. Ron was dangling in between life and
  • death. He was unable to feel anything and slowly they found his body getting
  • stilled in those restraints.
  • Carlos reached his office after instructing his men to dump the body.
  • But not before sending those eyeballs to Sylvester. He wanted to put a hard
  • slap on his cheek to invade his territory. He wanted to prove his strength. He
  • wanted to tell that the title King belongs to him only. The one and only
  • Carlos.
  • He was frustrated with Sylvester for one year. That Irish Mafia was
  • way too hungry to grab a hold on American Underworld. He did not understand the
  • fact that it belonged to Carlos. Carlos is the superior and the leading Mafia
  • in American Continent. Just to avoid the gang war at first place he was not
  • attacking the entire troop of Sylvester. He was searching for Sylvester to rip
  • his heart off. Carlos made his way up to this not by smoking weed. He killed
  • brutally, tortured mercilessly and pulled out every throne out of his path to
  • rule the world. He never denied joining hands for business. But he didn’t
  • forget to cut down every finger that ever tried to raise to grab his power and
  • position.