Alessio
I stared at the contents of her phone. She was very close with her family, which I could use to my advantage. I was pleased to see she didn't have a boyfriend or lover. It had been four days since I had caught her selling Viagra in my club. She was being followed by one of my men. I couldn't have Nero on the job because I wasn't convinced that he could resist killing her.
The truth was I couldn't get the sight of her sexy green underwear out of my head. Her little pink nipples had poked through the see-through lace. It only pissed me off that she was pulling my concentration away from my business. She hadn’t lied about her jobs. She worked in a preschool, a call centre in the evenings, and on the weekends she peddled Viagra.
“You're thinking about her again,”
Armando said. “Why don't you just call her already?”
“I’m simply contemplating a suitable punishment for her,”
I said, turning my phone over so no one could see her photo before I shoved it into my pocket.
“Break her arms,”
Nero said. “Or maybe her jaw. Yes, her jaw.”
I frowned at him. I might have wanted to spank her until she begged for mercy, but I didn't want to break her bones.
“She could work off her punishment at the club,”
Silvio piped up.
I didn't like the thought of drunken men coming onto her, looking at her round curvaceous ass and soft lush breasts. I got a vision of her sitting on my cock, riding me into oblivion with her dark hair cascading around us. Her slick pussy swallowing up my entire length.
“She has a day and an evening job. She sold Viagra on the weekends,”
I said, rubbing my jaw as I considered how the padding on her ass would make the perfect cushion.
“What about a cook or a maid for your big old house?”
Armando said with a smirk. “Her selling Viagra didn't exactly cut into our line of business.”
“She would poison you,”
Nero grunted. “She sold her shit under the Boss’s roof so it doesn't matter what the substance was.”
“Just out of curiosity. Where are the pills now?”
Armando asked.
“Why? Does your dick not work without blue pills?”
Nero asked with a smile.
“My dick attracts more pussy than your dog piss cologne,”
Armando said dryly, wiping Nero’s smile from his face.
“Guys, can we discuss Alessio’s girlfriend later?”
Silvio said, dragging Petrit onto the plastic sheet.
“She isn't my girlfriend,”
I said tightly before kicking Petrit in his face.
It felt too good, so I began to stomp on his head.
“Motherfucker, do you think you can come on my turf and hurt my fucking people? London is mine.”
“Hurry up and get the others,”
Armando said. “Talking about his girlfriend has him wound up.”
I grinned when Petrit tried to cover his head because it meant I could move onto his ribs. I grunted in pleasure when I heard his ribs crack.
“Luciano, are these the cunts that smashed up your restaurant?”
I asked, pausing to look at him.
“Sì signore,”
he said, and I waved for him to take off as my man Nico came forward.
He wore a neck cast from being hunted down in the streets, and when he took refuge in Luciano’s restaurant, the Albanians trashed it before they turned on Nico and the restaurant staff. I always double and triple checked before I took lives.
“Get a good look at the others, Nico,”
I said before I took the axe from Nero. “Make sure it’s everyone who attacked you and Luciano.”
We always left one alive but paralysed so they could relay my message. The rest would be delivered back to their boss in pieces. I was past caring if we had an all-out war. Play time was over. It was time for these fucks to remember who they were dealing with.
The Beast of London.
***
I snuck into my office avoiding the surveillance cameras. My office cameras always gave me an airtight alibi since only my closest men knew about my secret entrance. My wine-importing company was the most lucrative business. Britain was the world’s second largest wine importer by volume, and my grandparents' vineyards helped bolster my initial success.
Once I settled at my desk, I called my secretary to request a coffee. It was still early enough to have an espresso. When I checked my phone, I took it off silent and saw a picture of Francesca kissing a man on his cheek. He was around the same age as me, but how he looked at her made my blood boil.
Me: Who is he?
Rocco: Her manager at her night job.
I was tempted to have him fall down several flights of stairs.
Me: I will send you the pick-up details for the girl. Stay on her and report everything back to me.
Rocco: Everything from morning to night, boss?
Me: EVERYTHING!
What the fuck was wrong with my staff? They couldn't follow simple instructions. I picked up my phone to check through all her messages again. It was best to be prepared when I decided her fate. She could kick and scream all she wanted, but Francesca was a firebrand that I wanted a taste of. My cock hardened at the thought of taming her pouty mouth. The sick, nasty things I wanted to do with that woman. She was a fighter.
Me: Are you behaving yourself?
I messaged her.
Francesca: It depends on who is asking.
Me: Your padre.
Francesca: Oh, you can fuck right off then ‘Dad’.
I frowned until I remembered who she lived with.
Me: It’s Alessio.
Francesca: Sorry, you have the wrong number. I don't know anyone by that name.
Me: I saw your nipples on Friday night, if that helps to jog your memory.
I grinned at my phone screen.
Francesca: That's because you had a you know what to my head, you lunatic.
That’s right. I'm going to get deep under your skin just like you have been irritating me for fucking days.
Me: Are you ready for your punishment?
Francesca: Me no comprendé.
Me: Tick Tock.
Francesca: Leave me alone. You already stole my stock. Unless you have downstairs problems, then consider it a charitable donation to save everyone from your bad moods. You're welcome.
Me: You can check my dick in person because it doesn't need any pills.
Francesca: You might show me after you've taken the pills, and then I would never know for sure.
I didn't know if I should fuck her or kill her. Or fuck her while I choked her to death. How did a girl eleven years my junior get under my damned skin so much.
There was a knock on the door, and I turned my phone over when Armando came in. His beady eyes landed on my phone.
“Uh, you seem in a bad mood,”
he said cheerfully. “I take it you got in touch with her?”
“I might kill a woman for the first time in my life,”
I said, tapping my fingers on my desk.
There was another knock on my door, but it was Aileen with my espresso.
“I liked her,”
Armando said after Aileen left.
“What do you mean by that?”
I asked, wondering if he wanted her.
“Look at the situation she was in. Four men in one room and Nero wasn't gentle with her,”
he said, causing me to grunt. “You put a gun to her head. I've seen grown men break down and cry in front of you for less. She stood her ground, and it was—refreshing. I give her ten out of ten for not pissing her pants.”
“It’s 50/50. It could have been bravado or stupidity,”
I murmured.
He was right, I couldn't recall the last time any man stood up to me, let alone a petite woman like Francesca.