Nico’s POV
Nico’s POV
I was knee deep in a conversation with Leo about ways to come after Dominic when one of my men came tearing through my office door.
"Nico, I have bad news."
The way he was looking at me told me it wasn't bad news. It was fucking horrible news.
Leo tensed in the chair across from me.
"What is it, Lucas?"
I had a feeling it was going to be news that was going to make me lose my shit simply based on his tone.
"Aria Ruiz killed the Black Widow."
Silence. Deathly silence. Both my men knew not to say a word.
In a tight, pained voice, I said, "Get. Out."
Neither man hesitated, moving quickly, with Leo shutting the door as he went.
I could feel the rage building, my whole body heating up until I could feel it in my neck, my face, my head. My jaw was locked so tightly, I could feel pain shooting through.
I stood, and with almost superhuman strength, I grabbed the desk edge and yanked it so hard it tipped.
The computer on the desk crashed to the floor, but I just saw it as another object in my path to destroy.
I went to it, picked up the monitor, raised it over my head and threw it across the room.
Next was the keyboard, then a picture frame of my mother, my aunt and me.
My chair was across the room in the next minute.
I couldn't stop. I tore through my office until nothing was left standing.
I was breathing hard and probably looked like a raging bull. Shit, that's what I felt like.
Aria. Ruiz.
I would fucking kill her.
I had no idea how long I had been in my office, destroying everything in sight.
I stormed out of the office, paused in the entryway, debating what I would do next.
I looked up and around the room, seeing all my men on alert, scared shitless. To be fair, I had never been this raging pissed before.
Somewhere in the mix, I saw Eliana. She looked guarded, and was smart enough to stay on the other side of the room, keeping a safe distance.
I turned and headed for the door.
"I'll be back later."
I needed to get this rage out. I couldn't go in half-cocked. I would need a plan. A plan to take that fucking bitch out! And I will have a plan.
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I arrived at Raphael’s about twenty minutes later.
I was still vibrating with rage, but now it was simmering just under my skin.
Once I passed the threshold, I could feel the shift.
There was always something about this place, where I could be more me than I was outside.
I still made efforts to please the women here so I could maintain my good reputation in bed, but I could also be more free here at times too. This would be one of those times.
I scanned the room until they landed on Electra.
I had been with a few of the women here, but Electra was more open to my wilder needs.
I tilted my head and she approached, putting on her sultry expression.
Normally I would pretend to be charmed by it.
I never was, but I could play the game. Tonight, there would be no false pretenses.
“Nico,” she practically purred my name, making me even more irritated.
I simply nodded at her and she headed towards the back.
I followed her, but glanced around the room.
Several other girls were giving me looks, flirting, letting me know they would be available too, if needed. It wasn’t. Not tonight.
In her room, I closed the door hard. She jolted and turned back to look at me. She had a lot of makeup on, but it actually looked good on her. She had dyed auburn hair, to go with her name, and milky white skin. Electra wasn’t from our world, but she knew how to respect our world.
Her expression had morphed into hesitation and uncertainty, but then she plastered her smile back on her face. She had on a silky, dark blue robe. She was either naked under it, or wearing some lingerie.
“What would you like today, Nico?” She used that annoying purr again, which was only pissing me off more.
In a gritted tone, “No playing. On the bed, face to the wall, on your knees, ass up.”
I looked at her as she shifted, looking almost uncomfortable. I had never spoken like this to her, so she likely sensed my mood. After a second or two of hesitation, I gritted out quietly, “Now.”
She looked at me pensively, but jerked her head in a nod.
She took the robe off, wearing a burgundy lingerie set of a thong and small lacy bra that barely covered her large nipples.
That was another thing about Electra. Her tits were natural.
And they had large nipples. Good pinching nipples.
She set it down on a chair near her round king-sized bed, then climbed into position.
I took off my pants and underwear quickly, and grabbed my cock.
It wasn’t that hard yet, but I would be soon enough.
I was visualizing what I was about to do to Electra and that got my cock twitching.
I had gone rough on Electra before, but this would be different.
I would likely have to go to a fight club later to get the rest of this tension out, but this would have to do for now. I needed this control.
I climbed up behind Electra on her bed, and walked to her on my knees, still stroking and squeezing my cock.
I rubbed my cock against her pussy, trying to get her wet enough.
It was a bit wet, but not as wet as it could be.
But fuck it. I pushed in, feeling the dry versus wet burn.
I heard her take in a breath and grunt. I pushed all the way in and stopped.
Her breathing was already picking up, and I knew it was not from excitement.
I pushed in and out slowly, until her wetness increased.
I could go at her dry, but I didn’t need that friction either.
Electra was not tight, but she wasn’t overly loose either.
A decent fit. I was an average size, eight inches or so.
So this shouldn’t hurt too bad. But I intended to be rough.
I needed rough. I was able to start moving in and out of her pussy easier now, and she seemed to relax.
She shouldn’t. I pulled her up against my chest, one of my large hands coming to one of her nipples, squeezing lightly, the other moved up to her throat, rubbing it. For now.
I began to thrust into her harder and faster.
I was gaining momentum and a rhythm. I pinched her nipple harder, making her squeal, but she didn’t stop me.
I used my grip around her throat to hold her and slam into her hard.
My grip on her throat started to tighten.
I wasn’t sure if I meant to, but I also didn’t give a fuck.
I pinched her nipple even harder, making her squirm a bit on my grip.
She didn’t seem to like that, but still didn’t stop me.
I thrust faster, harder, my grip on her neck getting tighter.
I suddenly had the urge to squeeze until she stopped breathing, even though I was not into that kind of thing.
I must have gripped too tightly, because she was gripping my hand, then was digging her nails into me, and breathed out, “Nico,” the best she could.
I was pissed, but I loosened my grip on her throat, as she took a deep breath in and out.
I moved my hand from her throat to her shoulder, and pushed down on her shoulder as I continued to thrust in and out, in and out, until I pulled out and came all over her back.
I didn’t even bother to wait for her to cum.
I didn’t care. I kept a hold on her until I was finished cumming, then dropped my hands from her and moved back.
She looked over her shoulder at me, and there was a look there I had never seen. It pissed me off.
“What?” I snapped.
She shook her head and turned away.
“Get the fuck out.”
I knew it was her room, but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed a few minutes to get my head on straight. Well, as straight as I could get it under the circumstances.
She climbed off the bed, her legs shaky. She grabbed her robe and pulled it on over herself roughly, then walked out closing the door loudly.
“Fuckin’ bitch.”
As I laid on Electra’s bed, my rage simmering down just enough to concentrate, I knew I needed a plan.
I would kill that bitch for going after my aunt.
I had known Aunt Tania was the Black Widow for some time.
I had heard rumors of people trying to take her out, but she had been untouchable.
And she had always told me, “Don’t worry about me.
” But now,…….now she was gone. The only one I had in my corner growing up.
The only one who made a fuckin’ effort to give me a good life.
And that fuckin’ bitch took her away from me!
I was going to put her in the fuckin’ ground.
Aria Ruiz would die!