Chapter 8

• Rodion Konstantin
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• A buzz in my phone caught my attention. It was a reminder of an event I was required to attend that night. Some businessmen in the country invited me to some occasional events. Some involved a good amount of money and in others, I could walk away with a wealthy property.
• Running a strong mafia team put me at a high demand. I had several human beings who paid a good amount of money for my protection. For some politicians who I happen to play dirty for them to win the elections, they kept me close because their lives and career lay in my hands.
• I concentrated back on my laptop doing some checks on my businesses. Money defined my line of duty, that was what everyone involved with the Lazza affair knew. Some of workers needed that reminder, because I hated to see the profit margins going down.
• I took a sip of cold whiskey.
• People worshiped Lazza for their game. You involve Lazza, you win battles. That's how I played. I loved it clean, and a simple mistake meant death. Seeing there were some assholes who grew extra balls to disrespect my business, it meant that they were ready for death. And I always offered what they deserved.
• The growth chart on my laptop screen fueled my demons. I slammed the laptop shut and then pushed the leather office chair backwards as I got up. I had spent an hour in my office going through the business. But the feeling in me did not allow me to settle, I needed to go hunting.
• I grabbed a glass of whiskey and ambled to the window. The window gave the view of the great vineyard landscape. It was the largest yard in Italy. I owned several wine factories that produced the most popular and expensive wines.
• That was the clean business that Lazza operated, aside from owning several buildings here and there.
• It was harvest season, which meant more laborers were to show up around my territory. Sofia and her team were to take care of that.
• I gulped the cold whiskey and just then, a knock from the door echoed into the room. I answered it and whoever knocked, walked in. I didn't spare them a glance.
• "Boss, the girl is on the loose.” Matteo’s voice met me.
• "Which girl?" I asked as my gaze roamed around the view I had been looking at.
• "Alessia Romero. The Lazza enemy." He announced and that got me for a moment. I had forgotten we had a trouble girl in the territory. The idiot kept seeking the dark side of me, and she was probably going to earn it the hard way.
• "How?" Who was I kidding? She was smart and a stubborn thorn in everyone's ass. Her presence irritated me but she was something that Lazza needed the most. The lead to our most deserved enemy. She was to be the lesson to the Gallo’s.
• "Sneaking. Someone spotted her at the junction." Matteo announced and my teeth grinded with fury.
• That evening, Romeo called a meeting of all guards, and she probably got the chance to run off her ass.
• I desired just a second without hearing some ruckus from her. But she was enraging the dark me. She was to get an upper hand, I needed to teach her a lesson.
• "Should I send soldiers to get her?"
• "No, no, Matteo," I cleared the whiskey then walked back to the table. I slammed the glass on the table, and sure enough, it cracked. I then leaned my hands on the table and glared at the door where he stood. "Let the girl run. She needs exercise, in fact, it's good for her health." I spoke as I envisioned the look on her face as the world around her trembled. I had an event to attend, but I needed her first. I remembered the Gallos were also invited to the event, I needed her. “Find her a nice dress she would look good dying on.”
• “Yes, Boss.”
• She needed a good lesson as a reminder of who I was. Maybe she forgot that important detail as she also forgot that I ran the town, and every corner, my presence hovered like an insane demon.
• She was stuck in my territory.
• She was stuck with me.
• Minutes later after I left my territory, I settled in an eatery in the city. It was an industrious place where a lot of people loved as they offered varieties of traditional meals and other private services.
• The table I occupied had two ladies. I could feel their gazes on me but my eyes were focused on a table of interest. The table where the lazy runner had occupied to eat. She had the nerve to stop by and eat something. She did not seem to be in a hurry to escape.
• Alessia had dressed in a knee-length marigold dress. I wondered how she got it, maybe she stole it from one of the busy stores in this side of town. In her seated posture, the dress exposed her thighs, something I couldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the three men who were feasting on her.
• She was busy devouring a meal she had ordered. Even though she looked unsettled, she could eat.
• The three men seated on a table beside hers kept laughing and whispering some stuff among themselves. I could easily read their minds with how they would devour Alessia. They probably schemed a plan to trap her.
• "What can I get you, sir?" A lady, with a fake Italian accent, asked. I snapped to her and met a red-haired lass grinning down at me. Once our eyes met, she winked seductively and then bent over on the table. She exposed her cleavage, teasing my eyes in a manner that got me smirking.
• I fixed my cap. "Whiskey." I declared and that made her laugh.
• "No. Sorry, handsome, we offer meals and soft drinks." She exhaled and then gazed into my eyes. We interlocked our eyes for a second before she whispered. "Coffee?"
• "Her." I stared across the table and my eyes settled on Alessia who had gotten up to leave. The three boys had noticed she was leaving and they also got ready to exit. One of them led the way, positioning Alessia at the center as the two followed behind.
• "I'm sorry?" The waitress spoke while gazing at Alessia. "I'm sorry but she is not one of us."
• "Who is?"
• The two ladies at my table murmured inaudibly, I could not grasp. But the way they looked at me could easily tell they were speaking about me.
• "That's so hmm..." The waitress looked disturbed. She thought I didn't know the business in and out. I knew the dirty work they ran for extra earn, and that included giving some girls to rich fuckers who came to dine in their eatery. "Can we, maybe talk in private?"
• Alessia strode fast towards the exit.
• "Prepare Room 16 immediately." I instructed as I got up. “The manager knows how I like it.”
• I ambled to the basement where they carried out some private businesses. It was a VIP sector with a good collection of entertainment. After making sure room sixteen had all I needed, I decided to execute my plan. I had an event to attend.
• Alessia’s hefty screams emerged from inside. She was probably throwing anything she caught to the three men who had been trying to trap her.
• I walked in with a cigar on my lips. The room was like a sex site, sex toys, stripper poles, a low music and dim lights.
• They had trapped Alessia who sat on a metallic seat next to the divan I was to occupy. Her hands were tied to the chair as well as her legs.
• She stopped screaming the moment I walked in. Three girls followed me, clad in bras and thongs.
• Alessia looked shocked as if she couldn't believe I caught up with her. Her wide eyes followed me as I walked to sit. She was about to say something when I signaled one man to tape her filthy little mouth.
• I sank on the sofa next to her as I took a drag to my cigar. Both of us were facing the stage where the three men walked to join the ladies who had been swaying their hips.
• The smoke from my cigar formed a haze before my eyes, blurring the men who had started taking off their clothes. They stripped to the last cloth and that earned me a silent gasp from Alessia.
• I turned to her and she could not take her widened eyes from the stage. She had no idea what she got herself into, because without an apology and a swear that she would never run, she was to join the ladies.
• The scene unfolded. The men had sat on the floor, completely naked and fully erect. The desires began when they feasted on Alessia. I suspected it was when their filthy cocks began thriving. From the look, they desired it and couldn't afford such a VIP treatment in the underground. The three ladies worked as entertainers in this sector. So they knew what they were required to do.
• The music continued, as well as the ladies. Each got a man and they began playing on their skins. One of them sat on one man’s lap while holding some handcuffs. The man obliged and offered his hands and the lady cuffed him. She commenced kissing his nakedness, down to his chest, and to his packs. I drifted my eyes to the others, the second lady had gone to do what she was required to do, swallowing his cock and sucking him. The third lady was a teaser like the first one, her hands were wrapped around the man’s dick, she stroked him up and down, slowly with her eyes on his.
• A scoff caught me, it emerged from Alessia. She drifted her eyes away from the scene. She looked naive and clueless. Maybe she had never seen this side of life where ladies were paid to give a blow job. Seeing the anger whirling inside her eyes, I knew I bruised her innocence, she would learn it the hard way.
• She began battling to free her hands, angry grunts escaping her throat.
• “I suggest you relax.” I said with a glass of whiskey against my lips. “While I am being nice."
• Her breathing picked its pace, her chest rose and fell in a rhythm to the jazz music playing. If it wasn't for the tape on her mouth, I was certain that she would be yelling every damn word my way.
• “Next time, consider running faster.”
• She began jerking, her intentions were to move away from me. I gripped the seat and drew it to me. Pulling it in such a way that it bent to my side, her face coming closer to mine. “Make me lose it and you'll regret it!” I gritted, glaring into her fuming eyes. She mumbled something and I scoffed. “Good, now while on this, why don't you be nice and apologize?”
• I gripped the tape and yanked it off her mouth, a scream leaving her mouth from the sudden action. “Fuck!” She screamed as she rubbed her mouth against her shoulder.
• “Is that what you want?”
• She snapped at me. “Fuck you!”
• “Oh, really?” I asked with an evil smirk, she dared me and I was good at playing the game. A heavy grunt echoed between our silence. It emerged from the stage where the girls had been sucking the dicks. “You’ll have to earn my forgiveness.” I declared and pushed her off.
• I snapped my fingers, stopping the girls and that did not look good to the men. I scanned the girls for a brief moment before I called out the blonde haired one. She strolled down the stage and walked to me.
• “Untie her.” I instructed, turning to the table beside me to pour more drink. “It's her turn.”
• I couldn't wait to see a cock inside her small mouth.