LUCA
I slept, for the first time in many years I slept like a normal person and woke up like a normal person would.
I turned around in bed. Samantha still unclad under the sheets curled up into a cute ball sleeping with lips slightly parted just like the last time I watched her sleep.
Her coiffed hair even after the chaotic sex we had managed to stay in place. My hand wanted so badly to run itself across her face and feel her lips.
The subtle urge to drag myself across a marble floor and out of bed so that maybe the pain could distract me and she would stop looking so perfect was overpowering.
I hoped this was casual sex to her like it was to me. The pesky event of her falling for me was one I dreaded like an epidemic.
I wasn't regretting sex with her, heck it was one of the best ones I'd had ever. I never mixed my sexual escapades with sentiments or emofions.
It was always just sex for me. It was either good or bad or mid, nothing too deep.
It's why I went for certain species of women when it came to sex. The loose, unfeeling, and unbothered kind. Women I never found intriguing with banging bodies used as cum buckets.
They couldn't care less about feelings. Samantha was indeed not my type of woman. Too much purity had a way of messing with one's head. Just by looking at Samantha, I felt like protecting her.
She was too fragile, too feeling, and too pure with illuminating energy even though her life was crumbling before her eyes. I wanted no business hurting her.
I watched her for a few more minutes before tiptoeing across the room to the bathroom. I let out a low brawl as the cold water hit my skin, reminiscing and recalling how her skin felt against mine. How every kiss told stories made me want to clutch her tighter hoping that if I clutch hard enough she could live in my skin.
I heard footsteps. Samantha was nowhere near a morning person if you haven't realized. I just silently hoped sleepwalking wasn't a part of the package.
The door of the bathroom was transparent with a curtain I never cared to use because I never brought anyone up here so much so allowed them to sleep in my bed.
"I ne- I need to use the bathroom" I looked wide eyed as a still sleeping Samantha stammered and staggered in my direction naked. She scratched her hair funnily, rubbing her stomach with her eyes shut as she walked.
"It's over there" not like it made any difference because miss ma'am's eyes were shut and she used her hand to ensure there was no obstacle in front of her as she moved.
She found the toilet seat and slouched on it. I didn't know which one was more weird. The sound of her taking a piss or the chewing sounds she made as she itched her hair.
She reached for the flush button above the toilet seat and pressed it, instantly startled by the sound of the flushing toilet that jolted her fully into reality.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed with eyes wide open now as she saw a fully unclad me in all my glory while I flashed her a cynical smile.
I couldn't tell the contents of her head word for word but I'm sure she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her with an omission of a headstone so no one would know where she lay.
How she felt conflicted yet still looked on apparently carried away by what she was looking at simply made me giggle internally.
"Enjoying the show? You can join the party" she immediately realized she herself was naked and dashed out of the bathroom.
A smirk danced across my lips as I finished up and walked into the room with my towel loosely tied around my waist.
She was there scrambling around for a shirt as she couldn't find her clothes. We must have thrown it in a corner of the room during the heat last night.
I could smell her discomfort from a mile away. My phone rang and I walked over to pick it up.
"Talk to me" I spoke into the receiver.
"We caught a mole boss" the person on the other end spoke.
"How so?" I asked, advancing towards the closet to pick an outfit.
"After the attack on your wife..." my wife had a nice ring to it, I thought to myself while smiling sheepishly. I nearly slapped myself back to reality. I was in the middle of a serious conversation and that's what my brain could conjure up.
"We followed it up and kept searching for answers and it lead us back to a mole boss"
"Who is the mole? Xavier?" expecting a certain answer.
"Contrary to your suspicion it wasn't him" Without a shadow of a doubt I was shocked it wasn't him.
Everything pointed the attack to him. Xavier was known for his expensive pranks and mischievous acts just to make me look bad and incompetent.
The fact that he caught a whiff of info pertaining to the attack and its precise location and even got there before I did, made me all too sure.
Too many cases where he went low just so he could prove a point and appear as the hero.
One constant thing about my life was my lack of interest in being the good guy. I was okay being the villain in everybody's story so long it got the job done and gave me peace. Yes selfish but who cares? I'd rather chew a donkey's balls on a sunny Tuesday afternoon than be fake.
"Who is the mole then?" I asked, slightly curious.
"The Marquis Sir". My head did a full-on spin, I had gone to have a chat with them after our riff and my questioning their loyalty.
Unlike my style I was quite diplomatic, as the Ivanovs and the Marquis have run business since before I was born.
I had a different approach with people I consider family but on no account does my soft spot for family top my obsession with loyalty.
I was nearly blinded by rage. More so because they touched something that belonged to me. There goes diplomacy in the trash because all of this ends today.
My mood was soiled. "Get dressed and leave," I said to Samantha as it was no longer all butterflies and ponies like it was some minutes ago in the room.
She looked too stunned to speak but I was in no mood for the butter talks.
"Did I do something wrong?". She asked with concern resonating from her voice as she pulled on the only shirt she could find. My shirt.
"Just leave Samantha!" That came out too harsh before I could control its dissemination.
I glimpsed her eyes water up as she left the room and I felt a slight pang of guilt which I brushed aside just as fast as it came.
I called the boys and told them to set up as this was no friendly meeting. If they planned an attack on me, they are most likely going to be ready to gun me down should I make a friendly door entrance.
I got dressed and made my way to the garage where 7 vehicles were lined up and heavily packed with able-bodied men ready to wreak violence at my command. I watched as they cocked their ammunition and in no time we set out.
The boys had already been briefed on the line of attack. They were going to move in on the Marquis's men presumed to be heavily armed and on guard. Take them out before moving on to the big bosses, the 6 pillars of the Marquis family responsible for decision-making.
I was going to handle them by myself. "We are two minutes out, put on your big boy pants and stack up boys" I heard over the walkie-talkie.
We got to the house of the Marquis and the boys got in guns blazing, shooting every living thing they could find including dogs.
I sat in the back of the G wagon shades on and all getting ready to meet the 6.
The sound of gunshots filled the air as today was declared judgment day for the Marquis.
After about 25 minutes the gunshot sounds decreased in tempo and I waited for a signal that it was my turn. I got it and got out of the car heading straight for the top floor.
The 6 were already rounded and waiting. "I'm sorry we are meeting under such intense circumstances" I said as I entered a devilish grin decorating my face.
"I know we are all busy men so I would make this quick," I said dryly as I made my way to the head of the table watching as they glared at me.
"Which one of you..." I began, pointing my all-too-sharp kitchen knife at each of them one after the other.
"...Ordered the attack on my wife?" They looked between each other. Only if these numbskulls knew the terror I was about to unleash on them they would get talking.
I moved to the man directly beside me on my left. "Care to help your jolly friends?"
"No? Okay," I said then slit his throat with the kitchen knife while they gasped, maybe suddenly realizing I meant business as he wheezed, blood oozing from his throat.
"Who's next on the death roll?"
"You, you or you?"
"I pick you!" I said while giggling and moving towards the man who looked the oldest, their father. He looked terrified and I could see his body undergo tremors.
"Did you order this?" I whispered in his ear, sliding my knife against his neck around the area where his carotid artery was located.
"N-N….Noooo" he stammered.
"Then who?"
He slowly took up his shaking fingers and pointed at his first son. I looked at him and then said, "Alright, thank you Papa Bear! You were so useful". I patted him on the back.
"Night night," I said, then slit his carotid artery open, blood gushing and splashing on my expensive Armani suit.
"Look, your dad ruined my suit," I said, bending my lips sarcastically imitating a child reporting a bully to his father.
"Let's talk about that outside now shall we, big boy?" I dragged him off the chair by his collar pushing him forward as two of the guys took him down to where the cars were parked.
"Kill them all" I muttered, advancing towards the elevator while I heard Dimitri cock his gun, with gunshots immediately ensuing.
I got to where the cars were parked. I had a different brutal death method prepared for the person who gave the order.
Alan Marquis, the first son and the big dog of the Marquis family.
Alan was a very far cry away from looking apologetic. Not that it mattered though because regardless I was still going to end him.
They lined him up right in front of the first car, his head placed in symmetry with the right tyre and his hands tied behind him. His legs likewise.
I got behind the wheel of the black SUV in front and kickstarted its engine.
"Any last words, big boy?" I yelled from the side window. He just lay there with puffed cheeks and bloodshot eyes.
"See you in hell sucker!" I stepped on the brakes and drove at high speed, I felt a squishy sensation as my tires squashed his head to mush.
*******
I got back to the house drenched in a mixture of blood and dirt. I took off my jacket, threw it to the ground, and advanced toward the bar to pour myself a glass of whiskey.
I slumped into the chair and downed my glass, pouring myself another.
"Somebody had a rough day," Camille said, emerging from opposite where I sat.
I heaved an exasperated sigh. "Not now Camille," I said, brandishing my invisible wand of dismissal.
"You've been so mean to me, you don't even look at me" she replied, standing in front of me so close I could smell her perfume.
"Oh I'm sorry I'm not spraying you rose petals miss fancy pants" I said to her, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
She was dressed in a sultry night dress. Her nipples perky almost like they wanted out right through the dress.
I could see her thighs and she lifted the hem of the dress stylishly with a finger moving even closer towards me.
"Rose petals sound nice" she said capriciously, lifting one of her legs and sliding it over mine.
I had almost forgotten the amount of sexual vibrations usually emanating from Camille by default. Hence the unavoidable presence of sexual tension between us.
I sat there fighting for dominance of my body's wheels as she serenaded me with intense sexual theatrics.
She knelt before me, unzipping my trousers and taking me into her mouth with her hand on my chest as she kept eye contact. I shut my eyes savoring the warm goodness I felt.
I opened my eyes and there Samantha stood still wearing my shirt taken aback watching my essence get sucked out of me.