Irina was a mystery to me, at times she was sexy, provocative, she seemed passionate and happy, at others, she was restless, sad, withdrawn, and withdrawn.
I thought that the fact that I hadn't made the request still bothered her, but I couldn't get married until the killer was caught. We agreed that there would only be marriage and children after the risk was eliminated.
Irina said I was perfect, any woman's dream. Modesty aside, physically I never left anything to be desired, and much less in bed. At 1.92 in height, well—tanned skin, brown hair, a short and well—made beard, green eyes, and a sculpted body due to constant running and working out hours, I have always been the target of female sighs, both from Irina and the other women that were in my bed or my hands.
Although I was raised to be faithful and love my wife more than myself, I was not yet ready to leave my life as a bachelor, and women simply did not facilitate my celibacy.
I think Irina noticed one thing or another, but she never complained. After everything was resolved, I would have time to win her back. For now, finding out who wanted me dead was more important than my future love life.
I know my parents' killer is close, but I can't explain why this certainty. Something was off track, and having a feeling that I was not in control made me very angry.
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I organized a welcome party for my friend Aldo Rizzo who was in Brazil for a visit. I invited friends and some politicians and officials from the country that I kept in my pocket or hands.
Irina, as always, drew attention when she entered the room, she wore a bright red dress glued to her body, her auburn hair fell in perfect waves on her back, as tall sandals highlighted the beauty of her legs that seemed a kilometre long. The woman knew how to emphasize her delicious curves when dressing, and she was stunning.
Without taking my eyes off her, I took two glasses from a waiter and went to meet her. Everyone knew that Irina was mine, but as an alpha male, I made sure to mark my territory.
— My beautiful lady, the owner of my heart and all that I have. — the applause and congratulations meant that everyone understood the message.
— Always so gallant, my dear. — She smiled at me with her full lips accented by red lipstick, and I almost choked on my drink.
— Deliciously seductive as always. If you smile like that again, I'll have to finish the party sooner. I whispered in his ear and nibbled on his neck just below the ear.
— Not bad and maybe I'll let you out of that dress later. — Irina teased me by running her nails over my face, electrifying everything in my body.
In fulfilling my role as host, I couldn't help noticing that Aldo Rizzo was strange, he didn't seem to be enjoying himself. I remembered that he tried to tell me something important earlier, but the commitments and interruptions prevented us from having a conversation alone.
When I finally looked for him, no one knew how to tell me where he was. I thought maybe Aldo is tired of waiting for me, or maybe he's curling up with a girl somewhere.
I looked for Irina and I didn't see her either, I wasn't in the garden, in the office or the library; I looked in all possible places, but I did not find it. Finally, I thought that maybe she was in her room resting since she had been drinking for hours.
I cursed the moment I decided to open that door because what I saw changed my whole story. Irina was on all fours, her dress pulled up to her waist, her panties pinned her wrists behind her back while someone was piling her hard from behind.
The guy moaned and delighted even as I watched them perplexed; I pulled in the air deeply trying to calm myself down enough not to kill them too quickly. My presence did not affect them at all, because he came while she sucked in tears in despair.
I grabbed the maledetto by the neck and threw it against the wall.
— You're a lucky man, Ricco,— he said, laughing as he closed his pants. — she remains as hot as the first time.
— I will kill you! I'll kill them both! I hit him so hard that my fingers snapped along with his jaw.
— Ricco, that's not what you're thinking.
— Shut the fuck up! Stay here and don't test me, I'll deal with you later! — I ordered the slut who trembled non—stop in the corner of the room. — Jullius, come to Irina's room and bring reinforcements! — I called on the radio.
As soon as my sponsor saw the scene, I knew the reason for my anger. I made a small gesture towards the door and all the directions sensed the message.
I left the room, a man with orders to protect the room with his whole life. My security guards carried the guy to my interrogation room, obeying my silent command.
Pretending to look like a landscape, I went to the living room — where the party was still going on — and ordered the employees to end the night by dispatching the leeches from the house. And on the way to the basement, I stopped at my bar and made two glasses full of whiskey.
— Vincent Zucchero, I wanted to think that you are crazy about eating my wife in my bed. If you wanted to die so much, why didn't you throw yourself at the Gávea stone? Why didn't you shoot in the Rocinha community? It would be less painful, don't you think? — he said as he entered the room.
The pig took the drink I offered him, turned the liquid over at once, and threw the glass across the room as an affront; and my eyes followed the path of the utensil that fragmented in contact with the wall.
— And what are you going to do, cousin? Will kill me? You are like them, your parents and your grandfather could never stand up to him ... even your father, knowing everything he caused, was able to do something for you and your pathetic family.
— Keep talking. I like to hear stories, they inspire me.
— I don't think so, I think it will make you die begging like a little girl just like your father.
Vincent gave a familiar growl that made my insides freeze. The sound was the same as what I heard when I saw my mother killed through the crack in the roof where I was hiding. Anger washed over me, but Jullius held me back, which didn't stop me from raging.
— You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you! I cannot do this before you are tried by the Commission, but your time will come, and you will never wish to have betrayed the family. I know how to wait, I've been waiting for this for years.
— I like your cousin, but understand Irina is not a woman for you, she is hot of course, but her beauty does not let her see that she is the "Delilah for her Samson", she will cut your hair and deliver you to your enemy. Maybe I did you a favour. Ah! ... I still remember the taste of Irina when I ate her for the first time, it was right after I killed her parents, she was tender, sweet and virgin, no one else got over that woman, I had to taste it again and again if is that you understand me. — Said with lust overflowing his eyes. — She came to us, she wanted protection, and he gave her put her on her bed, and mine of course. I don't mind sharing it mainly with your cousin.
The hatred surpassed my limit of reason and I went after him again, but Julius intercepted me on the way.
— You're nothing, kid. He's dead, and he hasn't noticed yet. Do you think killing me will end it all? I just did what I had to do, and neither you nor the Commission can stop you. — Vincent mocked.
— Who is he? Who do you work for?
— Are you sure you're ready to know? Do you really think you can stop him? The Commission never can, your father and grandfather never could, why do you think it can stop you? Your father knew he was dead, but he thought that if you gave up the coin and the Commission, you and your mother would be safe. But no one can escape his destiny, you will all die, and he will be at the other end of the dagger.
My hands went to his neck, while my gun and heated his forehead enough to mark the skin.
— Don't do anything you'll regret later, Ricco. He will have what belongs to him, be patient, and do not kill him before the Commission arrives. — Julius touched my shoulder calling me the reason.
— Who talked about killing, godfather? Even though he killed my mother with kicks and punches, and my father burned, who is responsible for the death of Irina's parents, who threatened my grandfather, and who recently ate my wife in my fucking house, I would not do something like that; I won't kill you so fast, don't worry. He will suffer slowly, he will cry like a baby.
I called two men who were standing by the door and asked to be arrested on the table.
— Take your clothes off any Figlio di puttana! — I gave the order that was quickly fulfilled. But Vincent didn't seem to be shaken
While I waited for everyone to arrive, I would ensure that the traitor received a dose of his medicine. Jullius, knowing exactly what I was going to do, went to call the doctor to make sure the bastard was still alive.
I went to my closet, got some knives, pliers, and a cigar cutter, and his face started to change, his eyes were not so bright any more.
— When I was a child my mother gave me a kitten, said that the pet would help with my temper, and I named him Ruffs. The cat grew up and didn't stop at home; one beautiful day the neighbour's cat was pregnant, and he was very angry. — I said while analysing the edge of one of the daggers in front of the light. — My mother took Ruffs to the vet to be castrated, said that this way he would learn to never touch what was not his to touch.
Vincent got the message and started to squirm in an attempt to protect his exposed parts.
— You, like my kitten, touched what was yours to touch, walked on my roof, and here I am the alpha male.
With a sloppy incision at the bottom of his penis, I pulled out his balls and threw them at the fireplace, which was lit. I left the bastard screaming and went to look after my errant bride.
Vincent's screams could be heard throughout the property, but at the moment they were music to my ears. Living in such an isolated place sometimes came in handy.
On the way to Irina's room, I called Giacomo Rizzo — the highest authority in the Commission and Grandpa's best friend — I didn't want to tell Vincent about it, because I wanted to kill the bastard slowly and cruelly, but he could give us some information about your boss. This was the first time in years that we had my parents' executioner at our fingertips, and Giacomo Rizzo would know how to lead the Commission to find out Who was the head behind the murders.
— Don't underestimate him, son. — Giacomo warned me. — Whoever is behind him has managed to deceive us all for many years, because at no time do we suspect Vincent. Keep it safe for now, and then we'll take care of it properly.
— Okay, Giacomo. Just don't delay, because it's not easy to contain myself; I have my parents' killer under my roof and I can't kill the bastard. Don't delay and I won't have to disobey you, capisce?
— Io capisco! Do what you want, but keep it alive and aware.
— It will be a pleasure.
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