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While In my second main building's office I wait for my assassins to come inside and tell me when they're done getting information out of that bitch.
"Boss he's ready," one of my assistants tells me, pulling me out of my deep thoughts.
The only person that has been on my mind heavy is Parisa. There is something about the woman that's different from my past relations. My pants tighten at the thought of fucking her, but that was a one-night thing. It's hard keeping someone that took my soul off my mind, I can't keep fucking the enemy's daughter.
Yes, I said enemy.
But thinking about her soft walls colliding with my hard dick makes me want to take all of the risks.
At the end of the day, she isn't who I would like her to be.
Her family and my family don't like each other.
My dad made me buy the company to dig up some dirt on Mr. Loya and his family.
So far our plan has been going great, I just don't want to hurt Parisa. That's why I told her we were a one-time thing.
But every time I close my eyes I think about that back tattoo and our skin slapping together like a fucking melody.
Her moans linger in my thoughts daily.
Again, I have to kill her dad. If I don't I'm sure my dad will kill me.
But I think I need to kill Parisa's pussy a few more times before I continue to do anything.
Without getting attached...
I walk into the darkroom, the black walls make it impossible to see, so I clap to turn on the light. I nod at the guards in the room, "I would like to spend time alone with this gentleman." They walk out with a nod, closing the door behind them.
Killing brings me light. It's like going through a dark tunnel and once you reach the end it's where all the fun begins.
A man that's hurt innocent people scream in agony makes my heart smile. It's a beautiful sight watching the blood drip from the holes in their body, and them begging for their lives is the icing on the fucking cake.
"What's your name," I ask the dick hanging from the metal chains attached to the ceiling. I know exactly who he is I just wanted to hear him say it.
This is one of my 'just for fun' killings. Any other time I would've taken the easy way out, but I'm stressed right now because of my job.
There are good and bad things about being the boss, I used to be the consigliere to my dad, before that I was the underboss, and so on- Capo, solider, an associate.
"Why should I tell you," he spits the blood that built up in her dirty mouth. Looks like my associates had a little fun while I was busy. Taking the gun from my pants I point it at his neck, "because your life is in my hands you dick!" He shows me his bloody smile and I point my gun to his leg shooting it.
