Mob ties, wealth, prosperity. Those were the three things that circulated around Luciano; A wealthy businessman's life. Wealth, Mafia ties, and Murder were Kyrei's diversions.
Two cutthroat sociopaths trying to survive in the jungle-also know as th...
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+1 (313) 563 6456: remember you had me on my knees like this?
Exiting out his messages, Luciano sighed. The bitch was sick, she was sadistic. In the past week she'd been texting Luciano, sending provocative pictures. Basically throwing it in his face that she got away, and he'd never be able to have his way with her. The biggest message she was trying to get across was—that she stole from him and got away with it.
Luciano was conflicted, angry. She was testing him in each and every way she knew how. From the explicit photos, the antagonizing texts, down to the imaginary string that kept pulling them towards each other.
Kyrei didn't know what possessed her to antagonize, and taunt this dangerous man. It was the thrill, the taste of victory, it was so, so sweet.
Staring out of his offices window, Luciano bit down on his fist. Placing his phone down on the desk, he then held his head in his hands. She'd awoken him out of his sleep with these messages for the past five days, he wanted to strangle her to death and watch her pretty face as she gasped for air.
She was sick, twisted, deranged; three traits that Luciano also had. Thats where the infatuation came into play, they were one and the same.
He'd never met a woman that was just like him, he'd never met his match.
Picking his phone back up, he sent her a text.
To: +1 (313) 563 6456: The next time I'll have you on your knees is when I put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours.
+1 (313) 563 6456: that just made my pussy wet.
Groaning, Luciano slammed his phone back down on to his desk. Now, he was imaging how her pretty little pussy would look, he just knew it tasted sweet. Tapping his fingers across his desk, he thought for a while on what he had to do, and not what he wanted to do.
Step one, was to find her.
A knock on his office door snapped him out of his trance, Sophia stepped inside, her pink Versace robe wrapped around her body. Her blond tresses were wrapped into a messy bun at the top of her head, squinting her eyes she looked at her husband.
"What's wrong babe, you coming back to bed?"
Sighing, Luciano stood up from his office chair. "Yeah, just needed some down time. Mind been everywhere lately, come on."
