NICOLÁS
Nicolás was aware of the heads he turned as he made his way through the party with Annalise in his arms. This was against his usual move, he never attended any event that was slightly public but his host had assured him this was going to be an intimate affair, and it was, if about a hundred people in guest attendance could be considered so.
Stares lingered on them as they made their way through the party hall, whispers following them. He was well aware of the talks about his looks, the people who'd never set their eyes on him before called him an ogre, a scarred, ugly one… It was a bit upsetting that on nights like this he had to unfortunately prove to a few audiences how untrue it was, very far from the truth actually, but this was business and he never compromised when it comes to getting what he wanted, and when anyone or anything tried getting in the way, Nicolás didn't hesitate with getting rid of them.
He had brought Annalise tonight more as a distraction and an arm candy, at least Don Roberto had good taste, he had picked a good-looking woman, no, scratch that! She was more than good-looking, she was fucking beautiful! Nicolás found her beauty ethereal, unlike anything he'd ever seen and it wasn't just about her physical appearance, there was something about Laura Armillo that he couldn't place his finger on, and he didn't like that.
Nicolás remembered seeing her in church and his first thought had been she wasn't unreal, it was laughable that his father had gotten him someone like this - she was so small and delicate, and fragile, she had looked up at him with scared eyes and he had enjoyed it, it had pleased him so to see the fear in her eyes, and he had loved her eyes.
Laura's eyes held so much information, it was something he had learned from the minute his had met hers, and it was why when he'd seen the lust in them earlier, he had been tempted to play a game, Nicolás loved games, and this time he had wanted to see what it'll be like, to indulge her emotions and it had been more than he expected… it was as though he'd stripped her down with just a touch, all of her raw desires were left to his view and he knew at that moment this woman would've let him do whatever he wanted, it was why he stepped back, that didn't make the game any fun.
"Nicolás," Their host said, approaching them with a grin on his large, greasy face.
Nicolás turned to him and nodded slightly. "A good evening to you."
His host patted him on the back fondly before turning to Laura, Nicolás saw the man swallow as his lustful eyes swept on her.
"May I?" He asked in a thick voice as he stretched his hand for Laura's, Nicolás simply watched as she placed her small hands on his and the man's lips pressed on them, lingering, Nicolás watched his wife's face and saw the uncomfortable look on them but still, she held a smile in place until their host rose.
"Perfectly beautiful," The man breathed out.
Laura's smile was shaky. "Thank you," She said.
"Come, come," The man said, falling out of the trance his wife had held him in. "I'll introduce you both to some important dignitaries in attendance, dinner will be served shortly."
Dinner bored Nicolás to death, this was why he hated socialization, he preferred one on one meetings when he didn't have to sit through this bullshit with everyone else.
Soon enough, the opportunity presented itself when after dinner his host had said,
"Everyone mingle and enjoy the live band that will be playing soon." And he had turned to Nicolás and his wife. "Come with me, let's have a drink and chat privately."
But in reality, he had been looking at Laura.
Nicolás nodded, "why not? Please go ahead, we'll join you, the private suite right?"
The man nodded before making his way up the stairs, shortly after Nicolás and Laura followed suit, his hands on the small of her waist to the view of everyone, as they walked up the stairs, the lyrics of the music playing flowed to him.
"… Oh diffida della sua belleza, la donna abbagliante con un sorriso perfetto - oh be wary of her beauty, the dazzling woman with a perfect smile."
Nicolás smiled, if only his host had stayed back to listen to the music.
He led them to a private suite in the house cut out from everyone else, it was quite exquisite and sound proof, just like Nicolás liked it.
"What would you like? Please sit, sit." The large man said wobbling to the bar.
"Absinthe," Nicolás said.
"Ahhh good choice Black, good choice." And he turned to Laura, those eyes feasting on her. "And the lady?"
Nicolás watched her hesitate before saying. "The same,"
He had guessed as much, she would choose what he was having because right now she trusted him… She was a foolish woman.
Minutes into the drinking and watching his host shamelessly flirt with his wife, Nicolás finally made his move.
"Go out Laura," He said, looking his host directly in the eye.
Laura didn't argue, she simply stood up and went out the door, the host's eyes followed her.
"I must say Black that you have quite the eyes for perfection. I have never seen a woman like your wife before." He said with a small chuckle.
Nicolás smiled. "Of course, now let's get down to business."
The man smiled, "Always about business with you isn't it?"
"I haven't got enough time unfortunately, "Nicolas began. "I would like to take my wife home and slowly peel off her dress, I would lay her on my bed gently and stare at her naked body, her porcelain skin belonging just to my eyes to feast on, and I would run my hands through her body, slowly caressing her while hearing her soft moan, you've heard her speak, how softly she speaks, but her moans are quite unlike anything you've ever heard… gentle, breeze-like in a way that will make any man go crazy, and I will run my fingers down her belly, lower and lower, and I'll pause, just to hear her cry for me, beg me…" Nicolás stared at his host as he spoke, the man's eyes had turned dreamlike as though he could envision everything Nicolás was saying and was imagining himself in the scenario.
"… And I'll replace my hands with my tongue," Nicolás continued as he slowly approached his host. "And I'll worship her, all night long, I'll have her scream out my name while I bring her to climax, over… and over, and over until she is too exhausted to move."
He stood in front of his host, the man swallowed and Nicolás's eyes went to the bulge in his trousers that stood erect.
His host smiled embarrassedly. "You should lend her me Black, I'll pay a…"
And Nicolás grabbed him by his penis immediately, the man's eyes widened in fear.
"What are you doing?" He asked in a shaky voice.
The blade in his other hand glistened and his host didn't see it soon enough, not until Nicolás's right hand brought it down swiftly, the sharpness of the blade slicing through his trousers and cutting off his penis… The man's scream pierced through the air, pleasing Nicolás till eternity. He didn't waste a second letting the knife slice through the man's neck, blood gushed out splattering Nicolás's face and shirt.
He tipped his head ever so slightly in his usual respectful manner.
"Till we meet in hell, Sir Frederick D'Atiilio."
Nicolás said before picking up the empty glasses of he and Laura on his way out.
His wife stared at his bloodied figure in horror, too frozen to speak.
Nicolás smirked at her, "fun night eh?