Chapter 4 Good Little Whore

• Mario Pilotti
• The way he smirks at me makes me want to slam my fist into his face, but I keep my calm. He isn't worth it, fucking nobody that he is. I see how he looks at her as though he wants to devour her, and it pisses me off and the worst part is I don't even know why. Allegra is one sexy woman, and sure she carries herself with elegance but at no point do I intend to keep her.
• Turning away from the retreating car I pull out my phone and call Hector, he answers on the second ring “Boss” “Hector, did you find anything on that Leo person, I asked you to check?” He is silent and I hear him moving around before I hear a door shut “Not a thing, it’s as though he is a ghost, Boss. Nothing not even a store card” How the fuck can that even be?
• “Keep looking, there has to be something” I hang up and head back into the Thorntree where one of the waitresses stands eyeing me. “Top floor, now” I say not even waiting for her as she follows, her eyes greedy for me. She’s not a bad fuck I have done her a couple of times, she’a no Allegra though the voice in the back of my head says causing me to suddenly stop. A squeak comes from the female who slams into the back of me.
• Getting to the top floor I don't give her a chance to do or say anything before I pin her to the wall and slam my mouth to hers. She tries to put her arms around my neck but the thought of her hands touching me has me recoiling with disgust. Grabbing her wrists I pin her hands above her head while I attack her breasts. She whimpers as I bite down on one of her nipples, pulling back I spin her around and push her up against the wall.
• Lifting her skirt I rip the thong she has on right off her, opening my trousers I free my dick and slam into her not even checking if she is ready for me. The sudden introssion and force behind it has her scream “Don’t make a sound, be a good girl” I growl in her ear, she nods and I begin to move fucking her hard and fast pouring all my frustration into it. Everytime I close my eyes it’s Allegra fucking Turano’s face I see.
• Feeling as though I am about to blow my load, I pull out of her, spin her around and push her to her knees slamming into her mouth that is sitting open like the good little whore she is. Wrapping my hands in her bleach blonde hair I start to relentlessly fuck her face as she gags and tears stream from her eyes every time I hit the back of her throat. Hitting my release I growl it out as I hold her head firmly in place until every drop has drained from my cock.
• Tucking myself away as I stand heavy breathing, “Get out” the look of hurt crosses her face but she puts it away as quick as it came. That's right, you were nothing but an empty; any whore would do. She scamples to her feet and leaves, I don’t even know her name and I don't even care.
• I have dreamt of Allegra every night since my fathers funeral, and It is really fucking with my head. Maybe I just need to fuck her to get her out of my system, thats it I just need to fuck her. My phone rings pulling me from the thoughts about Allegra and what I want to do to her.
• “What!” I snap, laughing comes down the line “What has your panties in a twist? Mario” The annoying voice of Vince my cousin.
• “What the fuck is it, Vince?” I growl down the phone, pinching the bridge of my nose as a headache threatens to spread in my skull. “Ok, ok calm down. What the fuck am I to do with the cash from that warehouse from last night?” Shit I forgot about that. “Put it in the safe at the Phoenix club” I don’t wait for a reply before hanging up.
• I drop back into the seat at the table from my meal with Allegra, pouring another wine I think back to her. She sure is guarded when it comes to that fucking Leo, I hope he doesn’t get in the way of my plans for his sake. Downing the rest of my drink I stand up and head to the club, sort this shit out with Vince.
• Getting to the club it’s still early, it’s still filling up and It’s easy to spot Vince and a couple of his guys sitting in the VIP section. Vince is pulling at one of the hostess girls who is trying to pour his drink, fucking prick I think. I watch as she tries to politely remove his hands from her waist, getting to the section of the club “Leave her alone Vince” I growl at him. “Leave Holly, send Mark to deal with the drinks” The young female nods and rushes off.
• “You really are changing, Mario,” Vince huffs, while his buddys laugh. “Harassing young females isn't my idea of fun” I grumble, “Do you know what I think?” I just look at him, do I care what he thinks? Nope not at all, but I am sure you are going to tell me; I think. “That Turano tart is really getting to you” I just shot him a look.
• “Mind your tongue” I growl, he just smirks and lifts his hands in surrender. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why does his words sting? Did he have a point, was she getting to me? Getting up I head towards my office, Vince hot on my tail. “Mario, wait up, I was just messing with you” “Fuck off, Vince am not in the mood” I say over my shoulder as I enter the office, hoping he actually will fuck off.