SINNERS - 2

WARNING - MATURE CONTENT …..

I observed the brunette that attempted to ride me, her slow pace doing unequivocally nothing but bore me to death. Fake tits bouncy in line with her waist, wide hips that followed along with a fake butt.

‘Get the Hell off me,’ I demanded, pushing her off my ‘Member’.

She sat next to me on the bed, a slight pout on her filler lips, which actually gave me a thought. Maybe her cosmetic enhancements did appeal to me in a way.

As usual, she didn’t need to be told twice.

Her dull eyes seemed eager enough that she moaned incoherent words while I held her head.

She nodded her head and I became engrossed in the feeling of her deep throating me. I wasn’t satisfied with anything she did. Once I was done, I put on my boxers and walked towards the bottle of whiskey on my desk. Pouring myself a glass, the whore decided that because I allowed her to spend the night that she took ownership in this room.

‘Get your things and piss off,’ I roared, a tone menacing to a weakling like herself.

The sound of various fabrics being pulled off and the slam of my door brought amusement to me with the curse words she spat out. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

‘ENTER,’ I said.

Enzio walked in, fully dressed in his inky suit that is only required during business encounters. ’The meeting is in 5 minutes.’ He stated.

‘Thank you, Enzio.’ I said, watching as he closed the door behind him.

The brief encounter with that vixen didn’t haunt my thoughts although my interest is peeked, a monstrous part of me did see the fascination in ultimately moulding the killing machine that I desperately needed. WOMEN of the night, never ran short of them, the ones who begged to be molested is a constant knock on my door. Sure, I entertain their fantasies from Time to Time, let me rephrase, all the Damn Time. But, you grow tired of the usual ones begging for ‘SEX’ like greedy pigs, even though most of their assets where fake.

Meeting women who I could use to benefit the Family, that’s another story.

Everyone knows not to mess with the Vasilief, especially when it comes to loyalty. Many became the example of what the Demon would do if you betray him, torture will last for days, weeks, months or even years. The art of perfecting the slow awaited Death, craving for it in your last dying breaths, now that’s what turned me on. The art of ‘Destruction.’

I wonder, is the seductress skilled in my favourite department?

She presented the aura of illusion, creating the person you most desired. An art that isn’t practiced by many I have come across, there were some that did my killing but a temptress that didn’t falter. Indeed, I knew the test that would prove her worthiness.

After all, she yearned for more than just a simple life.

FIVE MINUTES LATER

(In the Meeting)

While my thoughts were calculating the next move that would prove victorious for Vaslilief, the meeting that I sat in didn’t share the same goal.

‘Where is this bastard, he knows that I don’t like wasting my time,’ I fumed, taking a sip of my Whiskey.

‘Should we take care of the problem when they come in or teach them a lesson.’ Enzio asked, his hands crossed in front of his black slacks.

‘If the call for this meeting is of benefit to the information they provide, then we teach them a lesson. In order circumstances, “GET RID OF THEM.”

‘UNDERSTOOD’ Enzio nodded.

Taking out the cigar from the box situated in the middle, I took out my Dragon encrusted lighter. Lighting it up, I inhaled the taste of spices before bathing the room with its magnificent scent.

Cuban cigars did the trick at fore filling their duties, mix that with some Whiskey and my mood can sway in different directions. In this case, my mood didn’t shift.

The doors flung open after ten minutes of me waiting, the sleaze Old Man stood with his cocky exterior. Round beer belly and a balding head, crinkles that formed around his eyes while his heavily breathing filled the silence in the room. I would imagine being that over weight and disgraced with oneself would provide the necessary lack of energy.

‘Mr Vasilief, I am sorry to keep you…’

Raising my palm for him to stop sprouting out lies, I knew the direction in which this would go but I needed to have some Fun.

‘Information first, apologies later?’

He nodded his head, his composure didn’t resemble a person scared of disrespecting me. Frightened, he was not. He is about to be.

‘Okay, the Wears has dropped drastically, Bellucci is increasing their amount of cocaine per gram and decreasing the price. Relatively, people feel your price is too high although the quality is sufficient. Others state it isn’t enough to persuade them to spend more cash.’ He stated.

‘Is that all?’ raising my eyebrow at his lack of information.

‘It is rumoured that the Leventis is planning a take down of you, Sir.’ He added.

I analysed his posture, composed and confident in his information. Enzio knew the outcome, staring at me with a lethal expression. Nodding my head, he retreated back to his position near the door, waiting for us to leave.

Standing up from my seat, I unbuttoned my suit jacket. My hands were in my pocket as I walked further to the Bastard, a wicked smile growing on my lips.

‘You wasted my Time to feed me false information and the obvious war that is going on between the Families - PATHETIC - I spat.

He visibly swallowed the lump in his throat as I grew closer, taking out the gun that was in my back. I aimed it at his head, staring at his trembling figure before I shot him between his hazel eyes. This is to easy but time has been wasted on this weasel, would have been nice to watch the life drain out of him - OH WELL…

‘Incompetent Pig.’ I sneered.

‘Enzio, send the team to clean up this mess.’ I ordered, walking out of the door.

‘Already done,’ he robotically replied.

‘Hmmmm, does this mean I am becoming too predictable.’ I asked.

‘No, disrespecting you is results to Death and by now they should have known that.’ Enzio grunted.

‘TRUE’

‘Now Enzio, I have a proposition that might benefit us?’ I initiated.

He nodded his head before I continued to explain to him what I have in mind.

‘Remember Stephen, I found a way to get my revenge.’

‘How, the bastard doesn’t move with any men which makes it obvious.’ Enzio added oblivious to my plan.

‘Who said I was sending men for him…’