NINO
I watched them cut off the guy's head from his body, while I quietly sip from the glass in my hand. My mind and eyes were brimming with rage as I watched them.
Domenico!
I should have given a thought to Enzo's words when he mentioned the possibility of Domenico being behind all the attacks.
Domenico might be a cunny bastard, but he's wise. The showdown we had 3 years ago should've taught him a lesson.
"We're done boss." The voice drew me out of my thoughts.
"Does he have a family?" I asked them, referring to the guy.
"Yes, his mother has come looking for him a few times."
"Fantastic! Place his head in a box, wrapped with ribbons and send to Domenico. Send his body to his mother."
"Okay boss."
"If it's all done, reopen the club," I said, before making my way up to the VIP lounge. I watched them clean the space and rearrange to open the club.
*** ****
"Not so much of a surprise seeing you here."
My brother's voice filtered through the song playing, pulling my attention towards him. With the way the club was in full swing, one would never know a young man lost his head in here 2 hours ago.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, taking a drag of the smoke I held in-between my fingers.
"I need an escape from my thoughts, club 24 does the magic," He replied, taking a seat beside me. One of the strippers who was keeping me entertained made her way towards him.
"The air around here looks stiff." He said, grabbing onto the ass of the strippers with him.
"What do you mean?"
"It's as if something went down in this club today."
"Why do you say so?"
"The guards look meaner and their gazes are sharper, the security is also rather tight for a night like this."
I smirked, proud of his observations.
"You're not wrong, something did happen."
"Ohh how intriguing was it?"
"Very. Caught one of Domenico's men who was disguised as one of the workers here, snooping around."
"Domenico's guy?" He asked with an air of perplexity.
"Yeah, the same Domenico."
"Where is this guy?"
"Killed him and sent his head to Domenico."
"Why did you kill him? He could have been an asset. He could've provided the answers that we need." His voice came out in an exasperating tone, but with no surprise in it.
"I was pissed."
"Of course." He mouthed, turning his attention back to the whore on his arms.
"For some odd reasons, I'm inclined to believe that Domenico has nothing to do with this." I said my thoughts out loud, dropping the burnt out smoke on the ashtray on the table before me.
"How do you explain the guy you caught?" He asked.
"We dont. Domenico would not want to repeat history."
"3 years is enough to restrategize against you. Maybe send him a little warning, dissuade him from any nonsense he's scheming."
I said nothing to his suggestion, but I was giving it a thought.
"Get me Lucy." I said to the stripper beside me, before heading to my private room in the club.
*** ****
"You missed me, baby?" Lucy said with a seductive smile immediately she walked into the room. She was one of my girls, one who knew how to do what she was trained to do– satisfy my clients. She was a great seductress indeed.
She was the only one I bothered wasting my time with in bed, but she was beginning to get delusional harbouring feelings for me.
"Strip." I said to her with a blank look on my face.
"Impatient are we? Gladly, my love."
She slowly and seductively pulled the red thong she was wearing, maintaining eye contact with me. When she was done, she cat walked over to me on the bed.
Trailing her fingers up my legs, she palmed my dick in her hands. She rubbed her hands on my dick through the soft material of my pants, while leaving a trail of kisses up my chest. But I was unaffected.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"Looks like you need a little more motivation today." She said, unbuckling my belt and pulling out my dick. Circling her tongue on my cap, she sank her mouth expertly on it in a deep throat. She did it for another few seconds, but I still couldn't get hard. Blue eyes clouded my memory.
Aggressively pulling out of her mouth, I turned her over in a doggy position.
"Yes." She moaned in a low voice as my hands came in contact with her bare ass.
I rubbed my dick against her bare ass while spanking her repeatedly, but I was still unable to get hard.
"Get out." I groaned, anger colouring my voice after trying a few more times and giving up.
"What's wrong?" She whined, trying to get back on top of me.
"Ho detto di uscire!"
"I said, get out."
I repeated again, pushing her off me.
"We could try again baby. It's my fault, I'll work harder this time, I promise."
In an instant, I picked my gun from the bedside table and fired a bullet close to her head, purposely missing it.
"The next one would be closer than that."
Her legs moved in the fastest it has ever moved before, as she picked her thong lying on the floor and hurrying out of the room. I relaxed into the pillow, using my hand to push back my hair in frustration.
I peel my eyes open, bringing them down to my flaccid dick.
"Fuck! What is this girl doing to me?"
I muttered to myself in Italian, pushing my hair back in frustration with my hand. Tucking it back into my pants, I zip up before flinging the covers off me as I get completely dressed and tuckedmy gun in my pants. I reach for the door, but just as I'm about to pull the door knob, I hear gunshots.