"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 the fucking reason I breathe," he grunts as he thrusts into me roughly. He entered the tip of the gun into my mouth. The gun he's used to kill many people. The gun he will most likely use tonight to take another life―take another soul...
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❝𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.❞
𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 the building meeting Nicholas, my personal driver. He nods and opens the door and I get in. I still had a fucking boner from her dance. He looks at me through the rear-view mirror, giving me a smug look.
"I don't want to hear a word." I say, making him chuckle and shake his head. Nothing else was on my mind but Valeria right now. I haven't seen her in a year and fuck did she look good tonight. I knew it was her as soon as I seen her long black hair flowing down to her waist and her small, curvy figure. She was shaped so perfectly and I loved it, but it wasn't just her shape for me. It was her eyes too. The looks she gave me when I was fucking her drove me crazy. Just reminiscing about it made me hard. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. When she began dancing for me I just wanted to rip the fucking dress off of her and show her how much I missed her.
Of course I fucked other woman after her, but they weren't as good as her. They didn't make me feel as good as she made me feel that night. Shit, she even had me having flashbacks. I had to fight the urge to tell my men to find out where she lived and all that shit.
But, at least she has my number now.
My thoughts were interrupted by Nicholas clearing his throat. We were in front of the warehouse and I got out. I was here for Ivan Petrov, the dickhead who thought it was okay to try to sneak into my warehouse. Now I've been interrupted and left with a very painful boner and I'm furious.
I walk into the warehouse, being greeted by all of my men. I hand my jacket to one of them and walk down to the basement where we keep all my dearest enemies. I walked down the steps and was met with Dominic, my right hand man since fucking forever.
"What the fuck is this?" I says roughly, running my fingers through my hair. "I told you to keep him alive." I add on coming towards Ivan, making Dominic kick his body a little. Ivan groans and Dominic claps his hands.
"Tada! he isn't dead, now kill him he won't speak he just keeps saying shit in Russian." He says nodding over to Ivan who is spitting up blood.
"Пошел ты." Ivan seethed out. [Translation: Fuck you.]
Dominic chuckles and gives me a pat on my shoulder before walking back up the stairs. I sigh and pull Ivan by his hair, forcing him to look at me. Damn, Dominic destroyed this mans face. He was barely noticeable. If he hadn't kicked him I would've thought he was dead by now. His eyes were blood shot red and his face was swollen with bruises on it.
That sucks, but there are bigger problems in the world.
The guy was tied to a chair, his face already bruised from the initial scuffle. "You know who I am?" I asked, my voice calm but menacing. He nodded, fear in his eyes.
"Please, I didn't know—"
"Didn't know?" I cut him off, stepping closer. "You thought you could waltz into my house and take what's mine?" I clenched my fist, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone as it connected with his jaw. He whimpered, blood dripping from his mouth.
