Page 4 of Solace

“We had an intruder; caught on camera escaping,” Carlo explained.

“Well, get the fucker,” I told him.

“It’s a she,” Carlo replied.

“I don’t give a shit, get her down to the basement now,” I told him then ended the call.

My blood boiled, I formed a tight fist, and my nails pressed into my palm making it white. I flared my nostrils, I was ready to spill some blood, this little bitch had so many questions to answer, and she’d better have good believable answers, or I swore she’d suffer a slow torturous death and leave here in a wooden box.

“Sorry belle, I have to leave. I’ll call you soon,” I told Monica as I looked down at her.

She moaned and my cock popped out of her mouth. I had a million and one things to do including getting my sexual release, but instead, I was running around after a stupid… well a trespasser who, I had no idea how they got onto my land. This meant I needed to step up my game regarding security. I had some serious questions for this little bitch, and I didn’t take kindly to anyone invading my damn property without my permission. Hell, I had enough going on in my life without this happening. I needed to call for a meeting and have this issue of security resolved like yesterday. I wasn’t standing for any of it. I was a man that people wanted dead and having trespassers gaining access to my home, was something not taken lightly.

In many ways, I should’ve been executed by now, I’ve escaped so many conflicts, yeah, I’ve had a bullet in my shoulder and been slashed a few times with knives, but I was still here to tell the tale. I thought about the Dellucci’s wondering when they would strike again or was this bitch a spy for them. So, help me God if she was. Last week they took two of my men, they were driving down the avenue when they had blown them fucking up. That pissed me off, and revenge would be sweet all around. I wished I could just go to his property and kill everyone who was there, including that little princess of a daughter. Although, I’d be tempted to torture her first.

Several years ago, I had attended the Dellucci wife’s funeral, seeing that scum standing there my anger grew, but we had to pay our respects even if I longed to kill the man there and then. His daughter was standing beside him, I was unable to see her face as she was wearing a black lace veil shielding her, not that I fucking cared, as she was as good as dead anyway.

I zipped up my trousers as Monica glared at me, but she had to wait, I had more pressing business. I put my jacket on and stood staring out the window looking out into the garden while waiting for the call stating they had caught the little bitch. Minutes went by and I rolled my eyes.

How fucking long does it take to find a pussy?

Finally, my phone rang.

“We have her boss,” Carlos said, and I ended the call.

I waited to give them a chance to get her to the basement, I made my way over to the drinks cabinet and poured myself some whisky into a crystal glass, I drank it in one before making my way to the door.

“What do you want me to do?” Monica asked as she stood up.

“Do what the fuck you want, I have to deal with this bitch that thinks it was okay to trespass on my property without any consequences.”

“Well, if you need any help… please don’t hesitate to ask, I can torture her well, knowing where to hit,” she said proudly crossing her arms across her chest while she pushed her tits up.

I stepped towards her, grabbed her right nipple, and pulled before planting a kiss on her lips.

“Thank you, I will bear you in mind if I need some extra help.”

I fancied some blood after last week and was willing to take my revenge on anyone. Of course, I didn’t have undeniable proof that it was the Dellucci’s who killed my men but call it intuition. I made my way out of the room not bothering to glance back at Monica, all too aware that her eyes would be on me, and regretting the fact I got the call. I made my way slowly towards the basement, even if I was eager to get in there and damn well have it out with the little bitch.

Once I reached the door, I stood staring down the staircase that led down to the basement. The smell was foul, fusty, the stench of pee as my victims peed themselves in fear, death lingered as many had lost their lives down here, traitors, enemies and some who worked for the wrong people and I wanted to torture them to get answers. Each step I took was like another heartbeat that woman would lose. I felt nothing for my enemies, if they committed a crime, I would target them. I hated those that were pure evil. Those that targeted the weak and used them for their own gratification.

Once I reached the last step, I walked down the dark corridor that had only a few lights hung on the wall. I reached the basement door, opened it, and proceeded to walk into the room when I was barged into. I froze and gazed down and noticed a small dainty, young woman, with long dark hair that needed a serious comb. She lifted her head and stared at me, I noticed that she had chocolatey brown eyes that were mesmerising. Terror suddenly filled her eyes, and she swallowed several times, as I stood frozen to the spot, captivated by her beauty.

“Sorry boss,” Carlo said as he interrupted my thoughts.

“Can you not keep your hands on this little runner?” I asked.

I watched Carlo take hold of her arms, spin her around and lead her back into the room. She a was tiny little thing and her jeans emphasised her glorious bum even in this dim lighting. Her vest top clung to her back and I couldn’t wait to see what was hiding underneath. I stood in the doorway watching Carlo and Luigi tie her securely to the chair making sure that she wasn’t able to escape.

“Honestly you don’t need to tie me,” she pleaded.

“That is where you are wrong,” Luigi told her.

She sat in the chair without kicking or screaming, she was ready, and now it was my turn to show her who was in charge. I stepped closer to her, she had her back to me, but I could sense the fear that was coming from her. The room fell silent and all that could be heard were my shoes on the cold concrete floor, creating an echo of darkness around the room. I stood to her right side not allowing my eyes to leave her while I took her all in and I noticed her body was tense. Her eyes were fixed to the floor, I was betting she knew she was in serious trouble, then anyone who was tied to a goddamn chair would have had that feeling.

I moved in front of her making sure that I looked her over and took everything in when I saw all the leaves and twigs entangled in her hair. I glared at both Carlo and Luigi, questioning how she was in this state when Cecco arrived in the doorway. I rolled my tongue across my lips wetting them before I started my interrogation. I placed my finger under her chin, forcing her to lift her head, so I could stare into her eyes, I needed as much eye contact as possible.

The young woman blew me away, she was so pretty and sexy and hell, those eyes of hers stared profoundly at me, leaving me powerless, forcing me to lose my train of thoughts for a few seconds. She was younger than me, but by how many years I had no idea, but I intended to find out. Still mesmerized, I stared intensely, my cock started hardening, and I hadn’t even spoken to her. I had to snap out of it and concentrate on the reason for us being here.