𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒

𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

L U C I A N O

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1 week later..

"𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐎, 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎." I hear from the other side of my office door. I push the blonde whore away from me and told her to get out. She wasn't any use anyways. She scurried to her feet, grabbed her clothes and left.

The door opened and revealed my right hand man. Nico. I gesture for him to come in and he does as he's told. I return back to my desk, fixing myself up.

"You gotta get rid of those ugly whores man." He says in disgust. I roll my eyes. Thats my thing though. Fuck them for my pleasure and go on about my day. I wasn't a dating type of person. Its not that I wasn't ready to date or that I was too pussy to get heartbroken, I just didn't give a fuck enough to care and love someone. I had too much shit on my plate already.

"Is that what you came here for? to lecture me?" I say coldly with a raised eyebrow. He puts his hands up in defense and moves back.  He walks up to my desk, dropping printed images on it.

The fuck is this?

"There's been another killing in one of your club. Looks like its by the same person too." He says pointing out the initials i've seen before on the body.

A.M.

Whoever did this was angry. The dead corpse was left on a gruesome bed. It looked terrible, with slashes all over his naked body and blood everywhere. His balls was in his mouth too. It didn't phase me too much though. I've lived through worst.

"Who did this?" I ask looking up at them. He shrugged their shoulders.

"All I know is that the police is on our ass and if this person keeps killing in your clubs they'll start shutting down all of your clubs." I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. Great.

Fucking great.

"Alright, find out who did this and bring them to me asap. Use all the men you need to catch this fucker." I dismiss him. He nodded and exited my office.

It didn't bother me that the police was getting involved. I could care less. Im way more powerful than them. I had many more clubs around the world, just incase something like this happened.

Whoever thought that it was fun to play with my money, is definitely going to pay.

The cops were the last thing I needed on my plate. Some fucker decided that it was a good time to steal 1 mill from my bank, not that I cared, for fucks sake I was a fucking billionaire, but stealing from me wasn't the best idea. It messes up the flow of my business. Now I have someone who thinks its funny to murder people in my clubs, stopping me from owning the clubs.

I slammed my computer shut, not caring if I broke it or not.

Once I find out who it is I swear I'll kill them with my own fucking hands.

I went down to the basement, where I kept all the rapists, murderers, thieves all that good stuff. I needed to blow some steam off and this was the right way to to do it.

Opening the soundproof door, I was met with one of the bitches who was part of stealing the 1 mill. His body laid in the corner of the room, his arms chained to the wall. He was probably dehydrated but I didn't give not one fuck.

I walked over to him and smirked at him. His eyes lit up, probably happy he's seeing a human being after a week. His sunk in eyes reminded me of myself, which made me angry.