Cruel love

Chapter 20 Enzo

"You bastard, I will kill you" I shouted at him and started slicing the man's chest with my knife. I keep on slicing him up and down and enjoy his screams. I didn't even stop when he gave out completely and died. My hands, face, clothes and pretty much the entire body is drenched with his blood. It's like I am bathing in blood. I killed another member of Bratva, the Russian mafia. I turned around my men looked at me with a frown but bowed their heads as I met their gaze. I walked out from the club, another one of the clubs that I took from the Russians.

I drove towards my house. I entered the house took a bottle of whisky from the home bar and walked towards the bedroom drinking from it. I gulped around half of the bottle and let my body fall into the bed. I didn't even bother to clean the blood or change the clothes or remove my shoes. I let alcohol take over my body and drown me to sleep.

Lately this is my routine. I started war with Russians. I took over some of their major clubs and restaurants and destroyed them in their places. This was the third major takeover in the last 6 months.

"Open the door, open the door Enzo or I would break it" Dante shouting from outside and is banging constantly at the door. I closed my eyes shut and squirmed a headache from a hangover. "F*ck off Dante" I shouted from the bed and didn't move from the bed. Dante didn't stop and even started his attempts to break the door. I could hear his shoulder banging in the door in the attempt. I woke up with a grunt I swear I am going to kill him. I opened the door and said "what do you want."

Dante looked at me with wide eyes and a scowl. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, but I them remembered that I didn't clean up from last night. I must be looking a mess. But I didn't care Dante and i have seen enough blood in our lives. I asked again "what" louder this time. Dante started with his outburst "what the f*ck is wrong with you, I told you clearly to stop the war but you" he exhaled a harsh breath "just stop it Enzo don't start a war, it would result badly for us also."

I glared at him with a smirk "I don't give a sh*t" and started walking towards bathroom. Dante screamed at me "get your sh*t together Enzo, it's been 6 months, she is gone." I stopped walking and closed my eyes shut at her mension. " You should move on, she must have moved on also." I turned around and covered the distance between us in two long strides and punched that bastard. "Don't talk about her like that, she is not a whore she is mine."

Dante stared at me "we are looking for her, we will find her soon but I want you to be alive until that". I smirked at him "do you think anyone would get me?"
"Yes, if you keep going like this." His tone gets softer "Enzo we are losing our men in these constant fights".
I smiled at him "but we are killing way more than we are losing, come on Dante don't you like it, being the death of these bloody Russians". Dante sighed "Enzo sometimes you got to act smart, sometimes peace is better than wars, right now it's too much bloodshed even for the mafia".

He clutched my shoulder "we will find her we got a lead and this time it's a strong one". I looked away towards the window with sun gleaming and making me blind. I don't want anymore fake hope. It's been 6 months without her. My men who are apparently best couldn't find a 19 year old girl who had not gotten any training being a spy. Sometimes I feel like killing my men with my own hands rather than the Russians. But it would lead to more delay in finding her.

I walked towards the bathroom without sparing a glance at Dante. I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror the blood from last night had dried on my body and clothes, making me look like those tribes who paint their bodies red and dance around fire. I undressed and turned on the shower and switched it to coldest. I stand under it with my hands resting on the wall across it and by head facing the floor looking at the blood mixed with water drowning from my body. I closed my eyes and let cold water wash the blood and headache from my body.

Where are you sweetheart. I have not slept a night without alcohol in the last 6 months. I let alcohol black me out to sleep. Without alcohol her thoughts haunt me. I even started drinking during the day the buzz of alcohol slows down her thoughts and war helps me to distract my mind from her. When I hear people scream my mind becomes present and I stop thinking about her. Thinking about her gets me hard even under a cold shower. Maybe because the only action my d*ck got lately is from my hands, he just misses her as much as I do. I moved my right hand toward my c*ck and started stroking it until I came.