Part 31

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"Are you feeling alright now?"
I asked Brand, his head on my chest and his eyes closed. I was in Brand's loose dress shirt with a pair of my pathetic leftover panties after our hardcore sex. His heart was peacefully beating as I was rumbling my hands through his soft hair.

 His heart was peacefully beating as I was rumbling my hands through his soft hair

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"Yeah"
He sighed in a strange way that wasn't the Brand Salvatore I knew. His voice made my heart ache. I tilted up his chin softly to look into my eyes. And what I saw shattered my entire being instantly. The Brand, the world knew was nowhere, instead a weak, fragile and emotionally feeble Brand looked into my eyes. His eyes were flushed and swollen. I knew this condition.
Defeat!!
It seemed like he had lost his battle.
And fuck sake!!! I couldn't let him loose like that.

"Would you like to share with me?"
I almost whispered, trying to straighten up the frown on his face, tenderly caressing him.

He hoisted himself up from my embrace to sit back on the couch, raking his fingers along his hair.

"I have almost lost my container of girls at the Slovenian port coming from Mediterranean.....all my men guarding the port have been brutally killed. I sent more men in replacement but they have been arrested because of the weapons they carried at the check post. Seems like those cocksuckers Italians have prepared fucking well this time"

Antonio you motherfucker!!!

"Has the container reached the port yet?"
I inquired him, rubbing his back to give him all the comfort I could give him at that time.

"No....but Italians have overtaken it in the sea"
He sighed again with a cracked voice, standing up to reach the drawer of his desk. He fetched a small packet of white powder and emptied it on the surface of the desk.
No fuck!!!!
Fuck Brand!!!!
You can't be this weak!!!

I hurriedly dashed towards him to stop him before he would have inhaled it. I blew off the fucking powder from the desk right away without thinking about any shit.

"Bitch!! If you do that again I'll...."
Brand growled as he grasped my throat with all the fury that accumulated inside him. But that didn't held me down.
Damn the whole world!!!

"You'll what??? Kill me???... huh!!! That would be a shame for me to get killed by such a looser"

I sarcastically played, piercing nails in his body as this was least he could ever expect from his Yaya. His grip on my throat tightened and literally my eyes fucking popped out. A little more pressure and I was damn sure that bitch gonna get her lesson, but I still remained steadfast, not trying to loosen his grasp and when I turned blue and the fucking oxygen didn't get any pore to flow into my body, his hand left me. He withdrew his hand and worthlessly jerked me away. He made long strides towards a chester placed nearby, unlocking its cabinet. My breath hitched, my throat dried up on watching him taking out a colt python revolver.

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