"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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I HAD MYSUNGLASSES on, and my hands behind my head while I was resting on this comfy ass chair on a private jet to France.
I honestly didn't mind that I had to be the one to go instead of Capo, the fact that I was on my way to the city of romance was a good enough vacation— and I didn't have Capo shouting at my ass for the next 2 days.
Why was Capo not here? Well— He was looking for a wife. He said and I quote "I need someone to provide me an heir," which I guess sucks to be him.
All I hoped was that Capo wouldn't pick a whore for a wife. He had a reputation and marrying a money hungry slut wouldnt do good on his image.
Victor Moreau had provided us with a deal. In fact it was a very persuading deal, and we'd be stupid enough to trust him— which is why we don't.
But it was worth a shot, the more organisations behind our back, the more powerful we become and that's all Capo wanted. Power. He already had lots of it, but like a leech, he wanted more.
And I honestly don't blame him, growing up the way he did, he was trained with the mind that he could have whatever the fuck he wanted— which does play out in real life.
I respect Capo. I kill for him, and I'd die for him. My loyalty lies with him and I don't give a shit if I sound gay or some shit but I wouldn't do a single thing to break my loyalty to him.
Maybe I just had severe attachment and commitment issues.
But I don't give a flying fuck.
I glance over at the window and saw a view of the eiffel tower. It was a beautiful tower and I get why people would get horny after taking a look at it. How lovely would it be to fuck someone on top of that tower?
My sex dream breaks as a flight attendant comes over with a tray of food and champagne. She purposely bends down lower than needed, making sure her tits are seen, and her ass is out while placing the champagne on the table.
Me, feeling horny as fuck after just imagining to fuck someone on top of that eiffel tower— made my dick become an eiffel tower.
She gives me a seductive wink and I felt my pants tighten. I had the urge to fuck her right now, maybe in the back rooms where all the cocaine are stocked, but I had to control myself. We were almost landing anyway.
After a few minutes the pilot comes out and informs us that we have landed. I nod my head before taking a sip of champagne and standing up.
I straighten my pants and make my way through the plane and leaving.
I felt the fresh air hit my lungs and I took a deep long breath. If Capo gives me a day off, the first thing in my to-do list was to come back to Paris. And of course, fucking someone on top of it would be the first thing I'd do.
