The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

11

I sat on the 'U' shaped couch in the VIP balcony of Minx. Legs spread. A fiery redhead, working her luscious wet mouth on my pulsing cock.

I let her do whatever she wants, draping my arms on the backrest of the couch, that I was occupying alone.

Grunting at the familiar tightening of my balls, I placed one hand, cupping the whore's head, making her take my cock in her mouth so she doesn't spare a drop of my arousal on the floor, as she used that pierced tongue to circle my swollen crown, bringing me close to my release.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I caught the mop of black hair ascend through the spiral stairs rolled in red carpets leading to the VIP balcony.

My face broke out in a triumphant smirk as I saw my right hand, Angelo walk to me with powerful strides.

"Boss." He reported. "Three weeks."

"Three weeks." I agreed. "How do you feel, brother?"

"Rather good." He said taking a seat on the couch across from me and using his hand to motion for a putta to get to work. "It's better than being shot and in pain."

"I am glad you feel better." I groaned throwing my head back as felt my cock jerk in the bitch's mouth and her gag.

"I do feel better." He said again. "Let's say, it was a much anticipated break that I needed, Roman."

I cupped the kneeling putta's chin making her look up at me with glazed eyes, high from the cocaine. "Good girl." I praised. "Get back inside your cage."

"I am ready to come back to work, Roman." Angelo said with the whore working between his legs. "God knows, I need something to do or I'll fucking hang myself from the fucking ceiling just to see how death feels like."

I chuckled. "You'll come back to work, Angelo."

"Where do you want me, boss?" Angelo smirked.

"Two weeks prior, there was a contravention on our servers." I begin. "And as much as our delinquent says she has nothing on her, but I am afraid, the awaiting bastards has finally picked up our scent from the net. Eli fixed us up again but a shipment went missing two days before."

"The shipment from Russia." Angelo mumble. "Diamonds."

"Precisely." I said. "The tech crew tracked our goods and it has been delivered to me that it's with in fact the Italians."