Chapter 2 – Enzo #2
“You stole a total of six bricks of cocaine, just over thirteen pounds of product from the Venattis, and by extension, the Cartel.” The tip of my knife slices into his cheek, from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth.
His scream echoes around the room. He squirms in an attempt to move away. His binds and my grip hold him captive.
“You sold the other three bricks to a competitor for your own financial gain.” His eyes widen. “How quickly you seem to have forgotten whose town you’re living in. We have eyes everywhere.” I smile as the color drains from his face. It’s starting to sink in now.
“Did you think the money would be enough to hide you away? Did you truly believe I wouldn’t find you?” I tsk. Tapping the blade on his bare chest, I lean into his ear and whisper, “There’s nowhere a man can hide that death cannot find him.”
Henry’s shoulders relax against the table. Reality is setting in. He knows he’s not walking out of here a free man.
“Before I tell you of your third, and most unforgivable crime, you’re going to tell me what I need to know.
” Henry’s pain-filled eyes meet my cold, dark, soulless ones.
“I want the name of your accomplice and the money you made off the product. Tell me where to find both, and I’ll end your life quickly.
Lie to me, and I’ll have my surgeon patch you up, and we’ll continue our little game again tomorrow. ”
I already know who his accomplice is. I only need him to admit it out loud—confirm my suspicions—so I can get my uncle to issue orders.
“I-I-I owed a debt,” he stutters. “I wasn’t working with anyone. I was t-trying to sell it all on my own to make back some of the money I owed. But when the bookie found out I had a stash of Venatti powder, he was willing to cut a deal. If I gave him the three bricks, my debt would be cleared.”
“I want a name,” I enunciate each word slowly.
“He’s known on the streets as The Bishop .”
“The Bishop,” I repeat. I know the name.
It’s been whispered around town by the usual groups.
He’s a low-key bookie in downtown Dallas.
He’s stolen a few small-time clients, but they’re so small in the grand scheme, their presence and payments are hardly missed.
We talked about teaching him a lesson in protocol—asking the Don’s permission before opening a new venture in our territory—but Maurice said he wasn’t worth the effort.
I’m sure he’ll change his mind once he learns the asshole willingly accepted our cocaine as payment.
I’m certain he plans to distribute it and make his own money.
“Where do I find him?” I ask, my knife poised under Henry’s chin.
“I-I don’t know. He moves around a lot.” I stick the tip of my knife into his skin, drawing a small drop of blood. “I swear, man. I text a number, and then he sets up a meeting. Usually somewhere in central Dallas in one of the paid parking structures out of the view of anyone on the street.”
“Number?”
“I-It’s in my phone. In my pants pocket,” he whines, tipping his head toward the pile of clothes on a chair in the corner.
“Is that all?” I ask, becoming impatient to get upstairs.
“I don’t …” Before the last word leaves his lips, my knife plunges into the bottom of his chin. All six inches of it.
I retrieve his phone. It’s an older model, which tells me either he’s too cheap to upgrade or he truly is broke. I grab his hand and use his finger to open the screen, then scroll through his contacts. There are only three. I send them to Stavros with instructions.
After I’ve issued orders for the clean-up crew and had a shower, I make my way back upstairs to the main floor of The Mansion. Killing a man has a way of getting the blood pumping, and I need a wet pussy I can use to burn some of this energy off.
The Mansion is the perfect place for a man like me.
It’s a private, members only, sex club owned by my cousins, hidden in plain sight on the outskirts of Dallas.
There’s a plenitude of men and women who come here for freedom and anonymity while indulging in their every desire.
People of all walks of life with various kinks and fetishes, all here for one explicit reason— to fuck .
It’s also the perfect place to exorcise my demons.
My insatiable need to inflict pain and to be in control.
The women I scene with like to feel pain with their pleasure and trust me to know their limits.
A simple spanking isn’t enough. I need more .
And if after her punishment she can take a good, hard fuck, all the better for the both of us.
When I get to the lobby, Mauro is stepping out of the other hallway talking with a woman. She’s breathtakingly beautiful. Long dark hair, luscious curves wrapped in smooth olive skin. When she turns back toward the lobby, her smile holds a hint of wickedness.
Who the fuck is she?
My feet are carrying me across the floor. By the time I reach Mauro, she’s already out the door, leaving the scent of jasmine and citrus in her wake. I inhale deeply. The scent carries a familiarity with it, one I can’t quite place. It also stirs a chilling hunger within me I can’t explain.
“Who was that?” I ask, my voice gruffer than normal.
“New member,” he replies. “Just filled out her paperwork. She’s a friend of Chloe’s.” He waves the stack of papers in his hand, and I’m quick to snatch them from him.
Althea Drakos.
“Has the problem been handled downstairs?” Mauro asks. I grunt my reply, not looking up.
“Has she been vetted yet?” I know she hasn’t, since that falls under my duties as head of security for the club. Nazario put me on the payroll when they first opened, with the excuse that I was already doing the job, I might as well get paid for it. I didn’t argue.
“Not yet. I was headed to your office to give them to Stavros from here, but you found me instead.”
I scan over the paperwork, and my cock instantly comes to life.
Althea Drakos.
22 years old
I skip through the general information. I’ll check all of that later when I run her background check. The information I’m interested in is her kinks and fetishes. When I get to the third page, I find what I’m looking for and am instantly hard as fucking steel.
Bondage. Sensory Deprivation. Whips. Canes. Punishments. Pain. Intensity.
Each word stirs my desire. The more I read, the more I want her. She’s pure fucking perfection.
“I’ll tell you one thing. With a hot little body and an ass like that, I’m calling dibs on?—”
“No.” I don’t allow him to finish that sentence.
“What the hell do you mean, no?” he asks, laughing humorlessly. There’s a challenge in his voice.
I look up to meet his eyes, one eyebrow raised, issuing a challenge of my own. “ No .”
Mauro’s face breaks out into a wicked grin. “So that’s how it is, huh?”
I don’t bother with a verbal response, merely a curt nod before heading off to my office to find out more about Miss Drakos. When I reach my office door, I pull out my phone and send a text to Mauro telling him to make it clear to all that Miss Drakos is off limits.