Dimitri's POV
Pungent
(adjective)
Having a sharply strong taste or smell
I had to stop myself last night, I don't know what came over me. I had to touch her soft skin, so I gave her a massage just for an excuse to feel her under me. She was skeptical at first but quickly gave in as she noticed it made her feel good. She was making the most beautiful noises that my ears have ever had the honor of hearing. I wanted nothing more than to make her create more of them, but I had to stop. If I didn't then she definitely wouldn't have been ready, and she would've regretted it. She won't regret me.
After pulling up to my secret location, I walk inside the building and meet the few people who have already arrived.
"Don, he's in the cellar. The maiale was caught right outside New Point Avenue trying to spray paint the hospital's wall." Antonio smiles mischievously.
{pig}
"Walk with me." I begin to move towards the cellar underground.
Antonio has been at my side since his father died. His father was my father's right hand but when my father died, he became mine. Sadly, all the smoking has caught up to the old man. Near the end he struggled to breathe and had a constant dry cough. His son has been good so far, but his father taught him well.
The pungent aroma of blood turns my nose up is disgust as I walk into the room the man has been being held in.
"Please! I don't have any money! I won't tell anyone just please let me go!" The man cries from his seat supporting a blindfold and cuffed hands.
I rip the blindfold off his eyes and wait for him to adjust to the light.
"What is your name?" I ask calmly.
"S- Steven. Please sir, I'm sorry." The guy lets fat tears slip from his brown eyes.
Fucking baby.
Wait a minute. If he was Russian, he wouldn't have given me a name at all, and most of all, he doesn't have a Russian accent.
Anger crawls up my spine causing me to stand up and turn towards Antonio.
"E un fottuto ragazzo, idiota! Nemmeno Russo!" Authority leaks from my voice.
{He's a fucking kid you idiot! Not even Russian!}
My hand lands forcibly on the back of Antonio's head in a fit of anger.
"I apologize Don. I don't know how this happened; I'll see to it that it doesn't happen again." He bows his head.
"Lasciare." I tell him, knowing what I have to do.
{Leave.}
Antonio leaves the room and closes the heavy soundproof door behind him.
I sit in the seat across from the kid and examine him while he cries and begs to be freed.
He can't be older than seventeen.
"I'm sorry I have to do this to you kid," I reach into my waistband and pull out my weapon, "I won't make you suffer."
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Touch In The Dark
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