His sinful Obsession

Marbella

11 pm. Saturday. Marbella

Blood splattering all over the floor.

Whip!

"Ugh"

"Won't you?"

"No"

"Such a nuisance"

"And yet you are wasting time on this nuisance, heh"

"I really want to entertain you more but you disgust me" snickered the man standing on the left.

"Well you f*cker won't live for many days anyways." the man coughed out more blood. His nails were plucked, he was punched brutally, cuts on the forehead, eyes were blue and legs were broken. He was on death bed but still no one could shake his heart, He wasn't ready to give them any information. He was a man of words.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of the shoes clicking on the floor. The air became heavier with his rich cologne, smoke of his cigar spread into the basement. His dominance could easily intimidate any person let alone the timid man laying on the floor bathing in his own blood.

"Tch! Tch! Tch!"

"Boss"

"What have you done to my secretary, Nicolas?" the deep voice boomed in the room.

"Sir, we reassure you he is still alive"

"That I can see but..."

Nicolas and all the other people anticipated what to do in front of their boss. They just couldn't predict this man at all. They were damp in cold sweats.

But that mad man did not pay any heed to their conditions rather he continued to smoke his cigar. Taking a puff of his cigar he finally continued

"He can still open his eyes, Nicolas. You couldn't do a better job." shaking his head he smirked looking at the man whose breath hitched watching his hawk eyes looking at him. He started coughing and spitting more blood from his mouth.

"Matteo, I knew from the start what you were up to. But you know, I am such a kind man I cannot just let you die so soon when your sister was so humble to me. She was a good woman to fuck"

"ba/sterd" Matteo screamed, "leave my sister alone"

"Oh no no no, I never touched her. Well you all know how much I hate to dirt my hands. But her mouth was so eager to take my dick, what to do hmm? I can't break the heart of a kind lady" he faked his expression as if he was afraid of the man.

"But I must say one kind of a pussy your sister got, right Nicolas?"

" Yes boss"

" I will kill you, you motherf*cker" the clanking chains were tied around his hands. Matteo couldn't do anything.

"Well well well you have to see the sunrise tomorrow first. But unfortunately I have to attend a meeting and you yourself have informed me about this. But fear not I won't touch you. I just can't touch what Domenico has once touched."

Matteo stiffed and gaped at him. How could he know? Matteo was so discreet about it. He never once contacted Domenico ever in these three years. And not to mention they vanished all the information about them together, Then how could this mad dog have found out about them?

"I will honor you as much as I honor Domenico, I can't let him down, After all you are his best friend for life. You can give your life for him, otherwise why would you come to me knowing all the facts about me. Domenico loves me more, I must accept." he scoffed.

"Matteo, it was fun to play all these years. But I am bored now. Let's end this here, okay?"

"No please, listen to me, I will tell you, I will accept, Just this once. My sister needs me. I will tell you the plan"

"Don't bother." He dismissed the man at one glance. "I am well capable of what Domenico can do to me. And your whore of a sister is living better than you."

"Domenico won't let you live," Matteo uttered. He just blankly stared and came closer to Matteo. Oh man, he was getting annoyed by all these dramas now.

"Rest in peace, Matteo" he whispered in his deep voice and in the blink of an eye Matteo died. The slits in Matteo's throat were open as wide as his eyes were.

Nicolas passed the handkerchief to his boss. He wiped his hands and displeased at the sight of blood stains on his shirt sleeves. He looked at his men and commanded,

"Gouge out his eyes and send them to Domenico"

He left while Nicolas followed him.

The men gaped at the sight and finally exhaled. They got the hint that this man, the myth of Underworld, the king of the Spanish Mafia, is not a simple man to face. The more they will be obedient, the more they will live an easy life. And fret not they fear about their life.

But never in their wildest dream, they would imagine this brute man would ever be crazy about his solace. The world will go insane witnessing his madness, his obsession, his absolute possession over a little human being who will snatch all his serenity.

Oh Rafael Andres Salvatore how will you find it funny then? Will it be a game for you or will you lose yourself in your desire and absolutely fall into despair? 

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