Caged

Nicolas

I got my men ready and Carlos' men too. We drove to the DeMarco Empire.

"Alright, Carlos, you take care of the guards," I said, my voice low and gravelly. "I'll handle the safe."

Carlos nodded, patting the knife sheathed at his waist. "I'll slice them up like salami."

We slipped inside, moving stealthily through the shadows. Joey took out the guards with swift efficiency, his knife glinting in the faint moonlight filtering through the grimy windows.

I worked on the safe, my hands moving with precision, my mind focused on the prize. Finally, the door swung open, revealing a stash of cash and a large quantity of cocaine. Well, i didn't come here for the Cash.

DeMarco Ferrari Stole my cocaine i told him to be on the safer side he should return it. He even threatened me. The guy is just stupid maybe he has stones in his head.

But our victory was short-lived, as a group of heavily armed Morano gang members burst into the room, led by the ruthless Marco Morano Ferrari himself.

"Looks like we've got company," I growled, pulling out my gun, as Carlos drew his own weapon.

The room erupted into chaos, guns blazing and knives clashing, the sound of gunfire echoing off the walls. Carlos and I fought in perfect sync, I shot Morano in his head abdomen and neck, if he had listened to me, he wouldn't be now going to hell. Haha. Burn in hell, fucker. We took lldown our enemies with ease, our years of experience and training giving us the upper hand.

When the dust settled, we stood victorious, surrounded by the bodies of our foes, the cocaine and cash at our feet. I'd throw the cash away or burn it.

"Not bad for a couple of old guys," Carlos said, chuckling, as he wiped his knife clean.

I grinned, clapping him on the back. "We still got it, my friend" i say.

I surveyed the aftermath. We'd taken out most of Marco's men, but I'd managed to capture a few, tying them up and dragging them to their feet.

"Carlos, help me get these guys to the basement," I said, my voice firm. I have 3 basements. The first one where I took Gracelyn to and other two at the end of the mansion where she's not allowed to go to.

Carlos nodded, and together we hauled our prisoners down to the depths of my palazzo, the sound of their struggles and pleas echoing off the stone walls. Am back home. After I'm done with this Fools I'll go back to the second floor, where Mi reina is.

In the basement, I had a special room, one designed for...persuasion. Carlos helped me secure the prisoners, chaining them to the walls.

"You're going to tell me everything," I growled, my eyes locked on Marco's top lieutenant, a burly man named Luca. The guy is hungry for money. I'll make sure I shove cash in his throat while gut him. "About Marco's operations, his suppliers, his plans."

Luca spat at my feet, but I just smiled. "You'll talk. Everyone talks."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Time to get to work."

I nodded, my mind already racing with strategies.

"Start with Luca," I said, handing Carlos a pair of pliers. "Make him sing."

Carlos's smile grew wider as he got to work, the sound of Luca's screams echoing through the basement.

I left Carlos to his work and headed back to my room, the sound of Luca's screams fading into the distance. I needed a shower, needed to wash off the grime of the night's work.

As I entered my room, I noticed a figure lying on the bed, Mi reina her long brown hair spread out across the pillow. She was asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Mi reina. She was a beauty.

I need to rest. I headed to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, washing away the sweat and blood of the night.

Feeling refreshed, I returned to the bedroom, drying myself with a towel. Gracelyn still slept, unaware of my gaze upon her.

I slipped into bed beside her, feeling the softness of her body, the warmth of her skin.

I couldn't help but think about Mi reina, Gracelyn .

I gazed at her, her face peaceful in sleep. Her piercing brown soft eyes and auburn brown hair were mine to enjoy, mine to control. I had broken her spirit, bent her to my will.

But despite my mastery over her, I couldn't deny the way my mind lingered on her. I thought about her constantly, obsessing over every detail. The way she trembled when I touched her, the way she begged for mercy.

I had taken her for my own purposes, to satisfy my desires. And yet...and yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was more than just a captive. She was mine, yes, but also...different.

I rolled onto my side, my eyes locked on hers. Even in sleep, she seemed to sparkle, to radiate a life force that drew me in.

"No," I whispered to myself. "She's just a captive. A tool."

But the words felt hollow. I knew I had to keep my distance, to maintain control. Love was a weakness, and I couldn't afford it. Not now, not ever.

I told myself I'd use her But as I drifted off to sleep beside her, I knew I was lying to myself. Gracelyn was mine, and I wouldn't let her go.

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