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Definition ~

○Dispiteous (adj.) ○

cruel and without mercy.

The moment things go out of place and aren't dealt with immediately; it becomes a shit show.

Two of my securities follow behind me as I pulled up to the warehouse, parking the car at the back. In the front, trucks were at the loading dock, bringing in the supplies. But when one of my men is killed on the job - I don't take it very lightly.

Meeting with my security guards at the back entrance gate. They rolled up the metal garage door, allowing me to walk in. A large white warehouse stood; people packing the next shipment and wrapping things in boxes, putting them on crates. Forklifts moving up and down the rows, moving things in and out for the trucks upfront.

Walking to the side of the warehouse; up the metal stairs to the office at the top, overlooking all excavation down below. Slamming the door open, hitting it against the wall as I entered, giving a fright to the men at the table. Taking off my blazer I threw it onto the couch that was underneath the window; which overlooked my warehouse.

Rolling up my sleeves, I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table.

"Who in the FUCK! Killed my manager and WHO is supposed to make sure these shipments are on track? HUH! WHO!" The impact of my tightened-up fist against the table shocked my employees. I stood up straight, taking a breath in, running my fingers throw my hair. 

"One of you better start talking and give me an answer, quickly. Before one of you tastes a cold metal barrel down your throat." I clammily yet firmly spoke.

All of them quivered under my command; I raised a brow to one of them that's had the balls to stand up. Trembling at his feet. "Sorry, sir. He was killed here on duty -" Like I didn't already know that.

Opened a laptop; turning it towards me. They pressed play to a video clip of my manager getting killed by someone in a black mask. My manager was working on his iPad, checking order numbers as an unidentified man crept up behind him and shot him in the back of the head.

Standing there, I closed my eyes in frustration; waiting for someone to fucking explain to me. What the fuck is this shit?

"We are looking for him now, Sir. But the shipment is slowing getting back on path" I raised a brow at them - is that all the information they have for me? The man swallowed a lump in his throat and proceed to carry on.

"W-we suspect it is your Uncle's gang. Y-yet we don't know for sure, Sir." My Uncle and its pesky rats are getting involved with me once again. I should have listened to my Father about him, but I had some sympathy for the man.

"12 hours!" I grabbed my blazer off the couch, heading towards the door.

"12 hours, Sir?" He spoke in a confused tone. My brows frowned into a stern look, which he and the other quickly nodded their heads; getting back to work. Walking out, I got back into my car - bring me the killer's head within 12 hours or I will kill him.

Already irritated that my Uncle is getting involved again if I get home and Miss Stinky fucked up my house. I will fucking end her. Driving back home, watching the chaotic city disappear into the snow. The magnificent mountains took over the city lights, the tar roads turned into the snow; heading down the pine forest.

Parking in front of my garage my phone pinged as a message showed up. Opening it, a video from my head of security; Jack, popped up. A video of my Uncle standing in silence, before lashing out in anger at his crew. 

I knew he didn't get what he wanted from my warehouse but fucking with my business is the last thing he will do to this family.

Getting out of the car, I headed to the door, getting a gush of warmth from the fire in his house. I placed my keys in a wooden bowl at the front door, and took off my blazer, hanging it on the coat hanger by the door. I turned around towards the kitchen and saw Aideen NAKED! - Well in a towel.

I see that the cold didn't kill her.

Her towel was sitting low down her back, seeing a Chinese dragon tattoo done in red ink, the length of her ribcage going down, below the towel. Her back muscles flexed as she had a beautiful arch down her back. I couldn't imagine what she would look like from behind, on all fours - HARRISON!!

My head shifts to the side ever so slightly, looking at myself in the reflection of a knife she threw at me. "Staring isn't nice, and neither is sneaking up on a lady. Next time I won't miss" She spoke sternly. My frowned brows and stern eyes shot towards her - This bitch just hit my last fucking nerve.

Walking up to her, I stood my ground, not realising how tall she is compared to me. Looking her up and down; holding bottled water in one hand and holding her towel over her breasts with the other. Imagine her without her towel – HARRISON!

Her cheeks flushed red staring her down. Inches away from her naked body, her eyes widen looking up at me. A sense of domination took over me, to dominate this woman in front of me. Wanting to hear her screams, her moans, her pleasure as I fuck her throbbing pussy.

Taking a step forward, pressing her chest against mine. My breath hitched in my throat feeling her hard nipples through the towel. Pressed up against the island, gripping the edge. My dick twitched, growing, pressing against the thin material of my pants. Her deer eyes had their toll on me.

"Aww, what a shame – " Moving her fingertips down the button seam of my shirt "- you're all excited for me –" Her eyes turned into a siren stare. Her dominant stare almost broke me. My eyes widened by the sudden attitude change – Am I about to be dominated by a woman?

" – I haven't even touched your bare skin, and you're already begging me to fuck you? When was the last time you slept with a woman?" How dare she ask such a question? Standing in utter shock, her hands moved up her thighs. Goosebumps and chills grew up my body, sinking to my dick.

"You know I hate assuming, so why don't you tell me? Or forever hold your peace. Amore Mio."

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