HIS WORST DISTRACTION ✓

• Slave • ∆

Would you still love me if I showed you all of my scars?

~The day before Catallina's arrival.~

Diablo's POV.

I couldn't stop thinking about her for that whole week. And what really made me upset the most was that I actually cared about what she thought of me.

Huh! Now that's a first.

Why do I even care?

I thought of whether she would love the estate, whether she would like the room I redecorate since I knew her taste and aesthetics. Whether she would actually look at me and not feel like shoving my gun down my ass or worse getting repulsed by me.

I know I fucking bought her, it hasn't escaped my mind but what was I supposed to do, ask her for date and buy her flowers?

Or maybe I could have done what any normal guy did in such kind of situation.

Go to her home and ask for her hand.

Wait... is that what guys do?

I just realized I have never asked a woman out for a date before.

Don't get me wrong.

I have had plenty of women in my life since they just come to me without me doing anything. They always initiate the first move and I just follow. They want to go to dinner, I'll take them to dinner, they want to go to the club, we will go to the club. Afterwards I'm completely free to have my way with them.

They didn't care if I always wanted them blindfolded or bent over in my limo or my pool or in my jacuzzi and sometimes, if she really knows what she's doing we'd go to one of my hotels and in urgent cases I'd fuck them in the parking lot or at the bathroom stalls in the club.

I've never had anyone in my bed though. Why? Because I have boundaries. That's just it. A man can have boundaries and that's where I draw the line.

In the end, they really don't care and they always worshipped my dick and always came back asking for more.

You know what? I am a fucking Mafia Drug Lord and I don't need to buy flowers or ask a pretty doll face's hand to go to a date when her whole family is surviving under my pay roll.

So fuck these weird... thing keeping me awake all night.

I was still in my study for twelve hours straight.

I just finished some extra paperwork that I had sent my PA to get from the office. I wanted to work some more and probably I'll get tired and sleep early but there wasn't much work to do anymore. I started to look around my study as it brought back memories from the time when I was a kid. My dad would beat my ass so bad for coming into this room.

One day he went too far and ended up breaking my arm. I couldn't go to school for weeks and had to come up with a lie when the teachers asked what happened. Because of that incident I turned out to be a vengeful kid. One day, while he asked for his coffee, I offered to take it up to him but first I stopped by the bathroom and pissed in his coffee then brought his beverage to him. I enjoyed watching him drink my pee and it was very fulfilling when he didn't notice. He actually said it tasted good.

Maybe I've always been evil.

In hopes to forget everything about him, I burnt down the furniture, antique, books he used to read and everything that belonged to him. Then the room was renovated and everything was replaced. After all my efforts to forget him, it seems nothing worked.