𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝙴𝙽 |

10
ALESSANDRO VITALE
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"You've played what few strikes you've had." I grimly state, as I walked into the room shutting the door in hopes to wake the man that has more than thoroughly pissed me off to levels than I have in months. Not even the stolen shipments had me this riled up - maybe because the thought of chasing the thieves then putting a bullet in their heads was more thrilling for the long game or maybe because I didn't know the faces of the men who did it. At least for now.

But Christian Simpson - I knew and never liked.

It was undoubtedly time to take out the trash.

You can alway tell when a man has to overcompensate for the things they lack. The jokes he tries to play off in interactions never made me crack a smile but he still made them to help with his over charismatic behavior that annoyed me to no end. I loathed him to a degree unknown but just about as much as the devil himself. The taps of his shoes against the tiled floors of my office on that cold winter night, the obnoxious tone in which he told me that the feds were investigating me - he was too high on a horse that wasn't his own. It's time to cut the legs.

Plus, my hatred for dirty cops and feds definitely didn't help his case. I use them to my expense to know what is going on in the legal world - but that doesnt mean I have to respect them. Criminals lived by their own rules and vows, cops and feds had a different one that required them to imprison people like me - not weasel your way onto my payroll. "You touched something that wasn't yours."

I really wanted to take my time with him, but it was around four in the morning and Amber was still upstairs in my bed snuggled under a warmth that never touched the room I stood in. The basement of this house was a cold stone walled room that was covered in tarps for its specific use - rarely. "She isn't yours." he says groggily, his chin resting against his chest.

"I think she would agree that she is more mine than yours Christian, after all I'm the one that makes her cum." I tell him as I switch the blade of my knife dragging the other chair closer to the one he was seated on and bound. He raises his head, his face bloodied and swollen as a toothless smile makes its way to his lips. In a smug tone he responds, "That was a one time thing."

I laugh not because he is wrong, but because of his confidence in the fact that he thinks he can win over Amber after anything that has happened in the few interactions he's had with her. "No, it has since been a two time thing. Most likely to be a three time thing when she wakes up from my bed." I add, more so to cause him agitation but I was sure of the fact that I wanted my head between her thighs when she woke. 

"You son of a bitch." he says as he spits out some blood. "You always have to win. Don't you?"

I laugh again. "This wasn't a game and if it was you wouldn't be in competition." I tell him, moving my knife down his cheek in droves that drew blood. He hissed out a breath but said nothing. "You're really not her type Christian." A game of tic tac toe played on his cheeks, X's and O's line both.

I loved using a knife as a means to an end, with the gun it was swift, quick, to the point. But sometimes, I liked to play with my prey. Sometimes they deserved the torture before their end. Shockingly I wasn't the only one pissed off with what transpired in the parking lot. Franco and Gianni were angry though they just met her - but no one was more pissed off than Nia. She asked us to make him pay - and well, Gianni was a puppy when it came to her so it was a done deal. Franco and Gianni had already delivered their beatings a few hours ago and it was time for me to finish the job.

"She looks like the type of bitch to chase after men with money. I'd watch out, Alessandro." The knife slips from my hand implanting itself into the fat of his thigh. "Not a bitch, far from it. I'd watch the words that come from your mouth." I tell him as I press into his skin touching bone before I slice the knife downward cutting through him. I lift it to inspect my work ignoring the shout that left his lips. I avoided the femoral artery, good. I didn't want him dead before I started.