If there's one person Jonathan hates and fears that would be his father, the ruthless and heartless man who forced him to follow his ways, the man who made him feel pain both physically and emotionally, who taught him to suppress any perceived weaknesses, Don vincenzo blacksmith.
Don Vincenzo's eyes narrowed as he approached Jonathan. His voice dripped with disappointment. "When I made you overlord, I gave you power and authority. You had every chance to eliminate Fernandez and everything related to him. But you chose to show compassion."
His voice turned dark and menacing. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT COMPASSION?" he bellowed. The members around them murmured silently, sensing the tension. "DISMISS!" Don ordered, and they hastily left the hall, leaving only Jonathan.
Jonathan swallowed hard, his grip on the gun tightening as he tried to compose himself.
Don Vincenzo took a step closer to Jonathan, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're weak, Jonathan. Just like your mother. She thought compassion was a virtue too. Look where it got her." he said his words dripping in sarcasm.
Jonathan's grip on the gun trembled, his mind racing with memories of his mother's brutal fate. He knew better not to show emotion, but the mention of his mother's name was a blow he couldn't ignore.
Don Vincenzo sneered. "You're no better than she was. I thought I'd tortured that weakness out of you, but I see I was wrong."
Jonathan's voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Father. I won't make the same mistake again-"Jonathan's words were cut off by a hard punch from his father, sending him stumbling backward. Don Vincenzo's eyes blazed with fury as he towered over Jonathan.
"Never apologize, Maurizio" he bellowed. "Apologies are for the weak. You show strength, not remorse. You do what needs to be done, no matter the cost."
Jonathan struggled to his feet, his jaw throbbing in pain. He knew better not to show weakness now.
Don Vincenzo's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You're a Blacksmith, Thane We don't apologize. We take what's ours. We rule with an iron fist. And we never, ever show compassion."
Jonathan's eyes locked onto his father's, a spark of defiance igniting within him. But he knew better than to cross Don Vincenzo. Not now. Not ever.
"Yes, Father," he gritted out, his jaw clenched in pain and anger.
Don Vincenzo's gaze lingered on Jonathan, as if searching for any sign of weakness. "Take care of Fernandez once and for all. No more excuses. No more compassion."
Jonathan nodded, trying to appear resolute, but his mind was racing with anger, pain and betral, all his thought was clouded with deadly ways to torture Fernandez that he'd wish for death to take him, and he's going to make that happen even if it means going back on his words.
Don Vincenzo's eyes seemed to bore into Jonathan's soul. "I'm watching you, Thane. Don't disappoint me again."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Jonathan frozen in a simmering silence that's about to erupt.
The silence was suffocating, only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the quiet tick of the clock on the wall was heard. Jonathan's eyes remained fixed on the spot where Don Vincenzo had disappeared, his jaw clenched in a mixture of rage and frustration. Then, without warning, he slammed his fist onto the table, making the glasses and bottles jump. The sound triggered an outburst, and he let out a wild yell as he swept his arm across the table, sending glasses, bottles, crashing to the floor. The noise was a raw expression of the anger and frustration that was eating away at him. In a frenzy, he pounded his fists into the walls, the furniture, anything within reach, until he was standing in a sea of shattered glass and splintered wood, his hands bloody and bruised, his knuckles torn and raw. He was a mess of sweat and blood, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to consume him whole.
"Jonathan", Bianca's voice cut through the chaos, as Jonathan's back was still turned to her, his chest heaving as he breathed hard, his fists still clenched. He slowly turned to face her, his eyes blazing with a fury that made Bianca take a step back. "We need to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jonathan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes narrowing. "You've lost respect for me, haven't you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. He took a step closer to her, his movements fluid and predatory. Bianca's eyes widened as she took another step back, her heart racing.
Jonathan kept advancing, his eyes never leaving hers. "You think I'm weak," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "do you think I'm incapable of being the overlord".
Bianca's back hit the wall as Jonathan closed in on her. He grabbed her arms, his grip like a vice, and stared straight into her eyes. "No capo, you're not weak, you're the most feared in the whole European mafia group, she said, her breath hot against his face. "you are a true leader".
With that, he pulled her into a fierce kiss, his lips crashing down on hers with a intensity that left her breathless. Bianca's heart fluttered giving way to rush of adrenaline as she kissed him back, flowing with the fierce rhyme as moans escape her lips.
Jonathan's fingers dug into Bianca's hips as he trailed hot kisses down her neck, "And with me as your Donna, you'll be unstoppable," she whispered, her voice husky with desire as her fingers tangled in Jonathan's hair pulling him closer.
Jonathan's hand snaked up her thigh, his fingers inching closer to the apex of her legs. "You think I need a woman to be a powerful leader?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Bianca's breath hitched as Jonathan's fingers found her center, stroking her through the thin fabric of her panties. "No," she gasped, "but with me, we can be unstoppable."
Jonathan's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he hooked his fingers under the fabric, ripping her panties off in one swift motion, thrusting three fingers into her making her yelp. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her back arching as he continued to thrust into her fiercely.
Jonathan leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "I don't need a woman to be a powerful leader," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I'll prove to the world how powerful I can be." he pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, his eyes locked intensely on hers then walking out of the hall leaving Bianca panting and wanting more.