Chapter 19 #2
I don’t fight her on this but reach up to squeeze her tit hard enough to make her back arch again then attack her clit, not relenting once until she shudders.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
My head is still locked in. I could force her legs away, but I don’t want to interrupt her coming apart for me.
She pants and continues vibrating as she comes. It’s like her entire body is convulsing with pleasure. And the best part is, I think she’s trying to stifle her reaction.
The fact I can do this to her…
I stroke my cock as she continues. My mind barely processes the sound of the main door opening until I snap to attention.
“We’re busy! Get the fuck out!” I call out, assuming one of the guards let himself in, but the bedroom door isn’t even closed.
Sofia jolts at the sound of my voice, reflexively covering herself.
“Sorry about that,” I say, trying to find some clothes to throw on. “Must be some type of emergency.” Otherwise, I will not hold back my anger on whoever interrupted us like that.
I glance up at Sofia, who is suspended in horror as she looks out the door. I’m at an angle where I can’t see what she’s looking at, but I’m assuming someone is watching. And that someone won’t be alive for much longer. I quickly step into a pair of sweatpants and hurry over to the door.
To find Marco staring at her with a sick smile on his face.
I take a few steps towards him, forcing him away from the bedroom and slamming the door behind me. “You have no right to…”
“Well, she’s living a good life. Isn’t she? Getting her pussy licked instead of punished for her family being late on a payment.” He grips my jaw. “I knew you couldn’t handle this. Maybe she’ll stay with me instead from now on.”
I shove him away, and he falls back, landing on a couch, his back hitting the armrest awkwardly. He cries out in pain. He really has gotten frail in his old age.
Marco slowly gets up, pointing a shaky finger at me. “Watch yourself, boy. One word and my men will tear you limb from limb.”
I scan to see who he brought with him to protect himself. Only three men. All young. Stupid. Disloyal.
And I have four men waiting outside the door, all of whom I trust with my life.
I feel my blood pressure rise when I realize that it’s now or never. Either I’m going to kill Marco and take over or he’s going to take Sofia away and harm her irreparably.
I call my soldiers’ names, and they immediately walk inside, filing in one by one. A look of confusion painted on all of their faces when they see Marco on the couch looking hurt.
“What the fuck are you doing, Alessandro?” Marco asks.
“I’m going to kill you and take over this family.”
“What?” he cackles, thinking this is an empty threat.
But it’s not.
This is not how I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill Marco tactfully, in a way with lower odds of backfiring. A way where others would assume that I was the one behind it but not in a way that could prove his death was my doing.
But Sofia broke rule number five: No man should ever see her without a shirt.
I ignore him and address my soldiers. “Aim your guns at Marco’s men.”
They look apprehensive but comply.
Marco cackles. “What the fuck are you doing?” He nods to his men. “Kill Alessandro.”
They tentatively reach for their weapons.
“It’s not wise for you three of you to do that.
If I don’t kill Marco today, someone else surely will within the next year.
Many of us are conspiring against him. And you all will go down with him on that day.
But today? Stand back, and all of you will be promoted to captain within the next ten years. ”
Their behaviors vary. One takes a giant step back, holding his hands up in the air. Another continues to look confused. And the third points his gun at me.
I lift my chin at him and then gesture towards my men. “You fire your gun, and all hell will break loose in this room—”
An explosion followed by a crash sends me reflexively towards the ground.
Then another pop and Marco’s guard dog is on the ground, a bullet clean through his skull.
Everything moves in slow motion as I take in my surroundings. The kid on the ground, a bullet through my TV—he was a terrible shot otherwise it would be lights out. Antonio moves his gun from the dead body to the confused guard, who drops his weapon on the ground with a trembling hand.
Sofia screams in the other room. But I know the bullet is likely lodged in the television or the wall behind it, and couldn’t have hit her. But it’s still difficult for me not to run in there right now and double-check.
Marco looks scared for the first time in my life and looks towards his two remaining men. Both of them are standing there with their hands up. I know Marco doesn’t carry a gun with him anymore. A foolish decision he made long ago to blindly trust all of his men to save him.
But now he has no one.
I stalk towards Marco as he backpedals away from me until he hits the wall.
“When Sofia moved in, she had the carelessness to stand there in only a bra in front of Antonio.” I give Antonio a quick nod to let him know I’m not speaking negatively about him.
“After I cooled down, I chalked it up to a difference in cultures. But do you know what I told her in the heat of the moment?”
I throw a punch, landing on Marco’s jaw.
That knocks him to the ground easily. For a moment, I’m terrified that somehow killed him—I would be devastated if it ended that quickly.
Then his eyes blink open at me. Those eyes that used to seem so cold, those eyes I used to fear as a child, now look at me in abject horror.
“I told her that if another man ever saw her without a shirt on, I’d gouge his eyes out.”
He scrambles away until he’s pressed against the wall by the balcony door.
“You won’t survive this,” he stammers. “My men will kill you as soon as they hear what happened.”
“They might.” I shrug. “But I made a promise to my wife.”
I move in on him, but he tries desperately to slap me away. Annoyed, I twist one of his arms and slam my foot on his elbow. Snapping it so loud it echoes against the tall ceilings.
He wails in pain, and I hesitate for a moment. Not because I’m questioning what I’m doing.
I’m relishing the moment.
I break his other arm to give him no chance of retaliation and then climb on top of him.
My hands shake uncontrollably with anticipation. Every morning of my life, I’d hope that I would wake to the news of Marco’s death. Maybe from an enemy bullet or maybe a heart attack. I never truly thought I would get the privilege of carrying this out myself.
And how couldn’t be more poetic.
He looked at my wife in her most vulnerable, intimate state, so he no longer gets to see.
But there’s a second reason as well. When I was fourteen, he made me do this to one of our prisoners.
This was when I had barely any experience with violence.
Even at that young age, I knew not to let my discomfort show in front of him as I was doing it.
The texture of plunging my thumbs into the eye sockets of another has haunted me to this day.
But now, I suppose, that haunting will bring a smile to my face because I’ll always think of Marco’s death.
The abusive, psychopathic asshole.
The lecherous creep.
Thinking about what he would do to Sofia if I weren’t taking control of the situation permanently makes me throw my hands in his face.
He’s no longer screaming; he’s sobbing like a baby as I push my thumbs further and further in. I can’t imagine the pain. The terror he must be feeling, knowing that at best he will spend the rest of his life in darkness.
My thumbs are all the way in as he squirms beneath me.
The noises coming out of him are nothing that I could have ever imagined hearing.
I’m sure that I’ve only had my thumbs in his eye sockets for a moment, but it feels like it’s been an hour.
I pull my hands out. He isn’t dead yet, but I’m sure he wishes for it, and I’ll oblige him.
But I take a moment to plan first. The next few hours will be utterly crucial for keeping myself both alive and in charge.
I’ll need to contact Sal, Gio, Dante, and Elio, letting them know it happened and I need protection and support.
We’ll need to convince the other capos to fall in line.
All the ones that won’t, will have to die.
I gesture for Antonio to come over and then take his gun from him. Shooting Marco three times. Once in the head, then twice in the chest—I don’t want him hooked up to life support like Vincenzo.
Sofia remains silent during these gunshots, and that worries me. I quickly instruct my men what to do: guard the door and tell the captains loyal to me to hurry here and bring a small army.
Then, I rush back into the bedroom to check on her. I instinctively rub my hands on my chest, forgetting that I’m shirtless and spreading some of Marco’s gore on me. But that barely helped anything; my hands are still coated.
She is not going to like the amount of blood on me.