Affaire Du Cœur

Luca

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Years of blood and hard work down the drain all because of fucking pussy. The fucking menace to society. They say money is the root of all evil, but I beg to disagree. Pussy has birthed more evil than good and has men bending to their knees and begging. What a fucking joke.

Shattering the glass in my hand, I sneer at my cousin. The piece of shit that got us into this bullshit. "So you mean to tell me that while she was blowing you, she was also stealing our data and our million of dollars?".

He cringes. I should beat the crap out of him or better yet just blow his fucking face off. "You see—" he stops as he sees the glare i'm sending his way. "I hope it was one hell of a blow job, Roberto. Because at this very second we are on the brink of loosing everything because you wanted your dick sucked. I could kill you right now but that would be too easy, what i'm going to do is let you live and suffer the consequences of your action. Be the laughing stock of the family—"

"I'll retrieve every data that was collected, i'll get the money back. We can fix this." He begs.... on his knees.

"Pathetic. Thats wat you are. I wish you nothing but a life of embarrassment and celibacy, because no whore will be coming your way now that you've bared yourself to nothing."

"Look, I'm sorry. None of that was supposed to happen. My computer is encrypted with a password only I had access to—" He stops talking as the red phone in my home office rings. The fucking red phone that only Dons and former Dons have access to. I smirk as I see Roberto shrink. I tilt my head and raise a brow at him "Answer it." He shakes his head in fear because he knew he was good as dead.

"Answer it, Roberto. The longer you keep it ringing, the worse it'll be for you." he shakes his head and was going to make a run for it. Sighing softly, I stand and grab him by the back of his neck, like the pussy that he is, and dragged him to where the phone was located. Picking the phone, I forcefully shove the receiver on his right ear, putting pressure as I do to make sure he heard every syllable that was being said.

The fucker started dry heaving as soon as the phone call ended. "Well, what's the verdict my dearest cousin?"

"Luca, please.-" having enough of his theatrics I slam the receiver on his and and started beating him up with it, extending the telephone cord I wrap it around his neck and push him flat on the ground with my foot and pull the cord.

"You see, I was gonna let you live. But you give me no choice, cousin. How do I know you're not part of it? If your computer was encrypted like you said then that bitch would have been sucking your dick while working on getting through your firewall at the same time. That's talent right there, don't you think?" I loosen up a little to give him a breather, even him taking a deep breathe was pissing me off. Looping my wrist around the cord, I pull again and this time I pull hard. Roberto's body was convulsing from the lack of oxygen, could have been more family friendly if I just made it quicker but I had all the time in the world.

Someone opens the door to my office. Looking up, Lorenzo, my second in command, raises a brow at me. I smirk and shrug my shoulders. As soon as the twitching beneath me foot stops, I let go.
About damn time.

"Do I even wanna ask?" He questions. Lorenzo was not only my second in command but also my best friend. His father used to work for my father, we practically grew up together.

"Nah, I feel like breaking a few laws here and there. You up for a ride?" I ask as I start heading for my garage, where my carbon Ducati Panigale V4 is sitting pretty waiting to be mounted.