Chapter 8 THE VIRGIN

• CHAPTER 8
• THE VIRGIN
• V A L E N T I N E
• As I fuck the woman from behind torridly, the room was filled with her screams and it sounded like music to my ears every time I hear them sounding like they were in pain. The other woman was lying down moaning too as I was fingering her pussy hard as she begins to squirt while her thighs were shaking. I love it. I love seeing them in pain and pleasure at the same time.
• I wanted more but this kind of filth and malice was still not enough.
• After the threesome, the women started leaving and I began to take a long shower still feeling empty. Nothing makes me happy anymore and there’s this never ending need to find something that helps me stop this kind of void of nothingness.
• Is there something wrong with me?
• Maybe.
• But there’s always something wrong with all of us that we are trying to hide.
• After I finished my shower, I headed out to meet Chavez, my right hand and my all-around attorney, who has always been there for me since I was a kid. He's been my father's closest friend since he was still alive and now that he has passed on, Chavez has been helping me too. I saw how he managed to help my dad with his crime business and organization and I saw how my dad trusted him so I guess there is no reason for me not to trust him. He guides me to a better path in decision making and he is really freaking good at keeping things in line. He's been a little fatherly over me since then and I am indebted to how he has helped me in ways he can.
• "The container is already sent to Portugal, Valentine." Chavez tells me.
• I nod. "Good, I don't want any mistakes this time."
• "Rest assured that what happened with Marcus will not happen again."
• “Good or else I will have to cut all your heads off if you fuck it up this time.” I say.
• “Hector Heinz called in hours ago.” Chavez tells me.
• “Ah, that New York bastard.” I answered. “What kind of drugs did he send this time?”
• “Fentanyl induced with highly expensive weed juice that came all the way from Afghanistan. He wishes that you invest in his drugs so that it would reach here in Sicily then expand all over Italy.” Chavez tells me something that I do not really approve of. It’s hard for me to trust people who have different perspective from mine, moreover people who are from other countries.
• I have had a lot of wars with other families that’s why a lot of people wants me dead.
• But every single one of them failed.
• “Also, he told me that if ever you come visit him, he has the best women in New York that he can offer you.” Chavez adds.
• I snicker, "I have fucked a lot of women and they all taste the same."
• "Why are you so afraid to invest your time with Hector?"
• I paused and stared back at Chavez, "I don't trust him."
• "You never really trusted anyone." He agrees. "Think about this, Hector can probably offer you something with anything you ask."
• I take the bottle of brandy and poured myself a glass while my mind works through some possibilities that I can get benefits from him. “You said he runs a prostitution industry right?” I ask Chavez.
• "Yes."
• "Okay, tell him if he can present me a virgin woman with a pretty face to fuck with then I will accept his drug deal, pay him a visit and probably buy women from him to sell them to the brothel." I answered.
• "Virgin?" He questioned. "You don't really like virgins, Valentine."
• “Virgins are hard to find in that kind of industry. If he can provide me, then offer him the deal I want that comes along with it. Also, who doesn’t love ripping a tight fucking vagina.” I grin before chugging the entire drink into my mouth.
• “I will inform him.”
• About three days passed since that conversation, Chavez stands by the entrance of my library and said, “Hector even sent a portfolio of the woman.” He walks closer to me and placed a folder over my desk.
• I laugh under my throat, “That asshole badly wants to make a deal with me.”
• “Yes. There’s also medical proof of the woman nicknamed Gigi.”
• I grabbed the folder and took out the papers inside it as I examined it with my eyes before I stared at the photo of a blue-eyed woman who had long brownish-blond hair. Her eyes were innocent and her face had no tint of make up on.
• Maybe a facade to fool me that she is innocent and a virgin.
• I was almost enthralled by her beauty. She had saccharine sweet lips that looked lilac soft and what a view it would be to see them wrapped around my penis.
• Ugh, the thought already makes me hard.
• I grabbed the medical certificate to divert my attention from the woman. The paper certifies that this woman named Gwendolyn Hastings is officially a virgin after an in-depth medical examination with its attached date, doctor’s name and signature.
• I placed everything over the table and stared at the woman on the photo whose eyes felt like they were looking back at me.
• “Tell Hector I’m giving him a visit tomorrow. I want this woman to be ready for me. If he fails, he knows who he is messing with.” I ordered.
• “I will inform him.”
• As soon as my conversation with Chavez was done, the woman I paid for to come here arrives and started stripping her clothes off with a smile on her face. Chavez looked away, a gentleman as he is, before he steps out.
• I bent the woman over the desk with strength and she seemed surprised with my power but she liked it. I unzipped my fly and as soon as my erection was free, I slammed inside her and I began to fuck her hard and deep right away.
• Her moans echoed the entire library while my hands were holding her wrists behind her so she can’t fight back. As I fuck her emotionless, my eyes darted at the woman’s portfolio while my hips move in deeper and faster.