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Rubik's Cube

Yuri

Iwatched Irene as she undressed to the rhythm of "Ready for It?" by Taylor Swift.

I had no desire to sleep with her; I just wanted information, and that's why I brought her home. But as soon as I entered my bedroom, the sex mode switched on.

I looked at Irene without really seeing her, my mind replaying everything that had happened in the last forty-eight hours.

The previous day started with an electrical failure that drove me nuts. My phone had very little battery left, and I had a busy day ahead. I asked the maid to call the power company immediately and to request someone competent.

One of my men informed me that the few drops of rain from the night before were enough to dampen some part and cause everything to short out. A beautiful house, but lousy insulation.

Early in the morning, I had a meeting with Cheng, which I couldn't miss. The Chinese woman was getting increasingly nervous and demanded that I finish off the Italians so she could prove to Daddy Jing that she was capable of running the business line in the Costa del Sol.

What Cheng didn’t know were my intentions for her.

I demanded that she calm down, appeasing her irritability by discussing the latest developments. Cheng was aware that for the Italians to fall and the plan to work, some of her own people would also need to fall.

The advantage she thought she had lay in choosing the pawns to sacrifice. Her main objective was to defeat her father's men who had betrayed her, aligning themselves with her father. Everyone was looking for her; no one knew that I had her hidden in a warehouse at the port. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was set up to be comfortable for a while.

I couldn't afford her distrust, the end was near and I needed her quiet. I was exceptional at multi-board chess games. My father had trained me to handle multiple moves simultaneously. Back then, I didn’t understand, but now I knew the goal was to sharpen my senses and make me capable of managing several fronts without losing focus.

My leader didn’t want an open confrontation with the Chinese mafia. Russia bought a lot of arms from the neighboring country and couldn’t afford bad relations. However, he wanted the European drug route, and to get it we needed to weaken Jing's mafia. The simplest way was to kill Cheng and pin the blame on the Capulets.

I had everything calculated, the pieces ready to be moved so that each face of the Rubik's cube would have its complete color.

With Cheng out of the way and Jing eager for Italian blood, we’d offer the Chinese man a deal he couldn’t refuse. We’d take over the area, and he’d get a small part, the brothels and gambling dens. The drug route would be ours, in exchange for a good sum and the head of his daughter’s killer on a platter.

Huang would play the role of intermediary. I had been watching the restaurant owner who organized poker games in his basement for some time, he was my best asset. Greed was his downfall, and he hated Cheng for belittling him and wanting to push him out of the business instead of handing over the position and returning to China.

This very afternoon, I had gone to his place and sealed a collaboration pact. I helped him, and he helped me. We all won.

Irene kept swaying lasciviously. She was wearing less and less clothing, and I was growing weary. I no longer wanted her; I was tired of the redhead. The only reason she was still alive was that she was my link to R.

She swayed her full breasts and crawled towards my crotch. Her perfectly manicured hand crawled up my thighs, still in dress pants. She scratched the zipper with her nails and unbuttoned the waistband.

"Stay still," I growled, pulling her hair back. Her neck twisted into an awkward position.

"I thought you wanted me to suck you off," she pouted.

"If I wanted a blowjob, I would have asked for one, and remember, thinking isn't your strong suit. I have too much on my mind to fuck you."

"That's because you need a release," she insisted. "Let me drain all those thoughts out of you through your cock," she laughed mockingly, pressing against my crotch.

I couldn't even get hard anymore.

"I told you no." I shoved her hard, and she fell on her ass. "Why don't you go suck off Romeo? He won't let you either?"

Irene glared at me. I liked making her feel like the piece of shit she was.

"You know he prefers your sister for those duties. He made it very clear at Dante's funeral." She got up and went to find her shirt. I didn't stop her. Her tits offended me.

"Have you seen him?" I asked, controlling the revulsion I felt.

"Since the funeral?" she questioned. I nodded, and she shook her head.