Chapter Five-Buddha
My eyes flew open immediately when I heard Lotus barking. Lotus may not appear like it, but she was a very trained dog. One thing she was trained to do was bark only when she needed to. The moment my eyes opened, I knew Dior was no longer on the bed.
Turning my head, I saw that I was correct. “Mothafucka!” I screamed, jumping off the mattress. Making sure she just didn’t need to use the toilet, I raced to the open door. Seeing the chair under the open window, I released a string of curse words.
Stopping at the dresser, I picked up my gun.
Not bothering to put shoes on my feet because I had no time.
I unlocked the bedroom door and raced to the front door.
Lotus whined as she came toward me. “Stay here,” I commanded her as I sprinted out the door.
I wasn’t even sure how long Dior had been gone, but something told me she hadn’t gotten far.
As I raced down the driveway, I spotted Dior and picked up the pace.
My legs were longer, so I easily covered more distance than she did.
My strides went unheard, so she had no clue she was being followed.
I tackled her to the hard ground easily, roughly turning her over, and I pointed my gun at the middle of her forehead.
The rage I felt was one I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
I swear, if I didn’t keep my feelings in check, I would pull this trigger.
“Are you fucking crazy? Making me get up in the middle of the night to chase after your dumb ass,” I spoke through my clenched jaw. Dior’s eyes were wide with fright as she stared up at the gun in my hand.
“I’m so, so sorry, please don’t,” she began pleading, water sprang to her eyes as she shook her head from left to right hysterically. I could just imagine what my father would say if Dior had managed to escape. I was about to teach her ass a lesson.
“Get the fuck up. I should buss one off and put an end to all of this sciocchezze (nonsense),” I told her, sliding off her, as I snatched her upper arm and roughly dragged her to her feet.
“I don’t wanna be here, Buddha. Please, just let me go. I have nothing to do with what Le——”
“Shut your fucking mouth! That’s your fucking problem, you talk too fucking much!” I didn’t allow her to finish her sentence. I already knew what she was gonna say anyway. I pointed my gun at her temple, and she closed her eyes, thinking I was about to end her life.
“You wanna see what happens to people that cross me, Dior? Hmmm?” I was huffing with rage as I grabbed her and forced her to walk in the direction of where I lived. Only we weren’t about to go back to my place, I had something special for Dior.
“Please, Buddha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried, tears streaming down her face as she practically tripped over her feet as she struggled to keep up with my quick steps.
When she saw I walked past my house, her panic doubled. “W-wait, where are you going? Where are you taking me?”
“Shut the fuck up, Dior,” I warned her as I walked toward the pig farm.
On foot, this walk was about to take ten minutes.
We were both barefoot as I led her through the grassy path.
Dior whimpered and cried nonstop, snot running down her nose.
She would pause every so often to say my name as she begged for my forgiveness.
I ignored everything: her cries, her pleas, her runny nose.
I was built differently; my heart was 99.
9% ice, and tears only made my dick hard.
I pushed her inside the pig farm, the home to approximately twenty huge mothafucking pigs. There was a small room to the side where we kept food for the animals. I placed Dior against the wooden barrier of the pen.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“Do you know anything about pigs, Dior?” I asked, tucking my gun in the waist of my pants. She shook her head vigorously, her red, puffy eyes looking perplexed.
“Let me show you something. You’re never too old to learn new shit,” I smiled creepily at her.
Walking to the room, I opened the door and saw what I was looking for.
The black tauplin lay in the middle of the floor, next to the bucket of pig pellets.
Grabbing the tarpaulin, I dragged it out of the room to where Dior was standing.
Frowning at the object at her feet, Dior looked at me, waiting for an explanation for what was happening.
“What is that?” she asked, looking at the oddly shaped object. She looked at the trail that followed out of the room to where she was standing. Dior quickly realized that the red trail was blood. “Buddha, what is that?” She asked tearfully, backing away, but I quickly grabbed her upper arms.
“No, no, no. Let me show you what happens to mothafuckas that think they can cross me,” I bent and grabbed one of the ends of the tauplin and unwrapped it to expose what was inside.
“Oh, my God! Oh my God!” Dior squealed, covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock as she looked at the body of a man who had been very much alive a few hours ago.
“I would like for you to meet Jamieson. Jameison worked for my uncle, Francesco, and decided the money he was being paid wasn’t enough.
So he went behind my father's and Francesco’s backs and tried to set up his own business using one of Francesco’s suppliers.
What Jameison here didn’t know was that the men we do business with are big on loyalty.
So, they came back and told my father and Francesco what Jamieson was planning. ”
“So now this dumb fuck doesn’t get to go home to his family.
Now, do you see how lucky Lewis was when he stole from us?
Do you see how lucky you are that you haven’t yet paid for what your father did?
We let you both live, and in return for our kindness, you run off in the middle of the night.
Got me running behind your ass, with no shoes on.
Interrupting my sleep that I value so much, Dior,” I said, walking closer to her.
She became scared by my movements and stepped back, but of course, there was nowhere to go.
“I’m sorry, Buddha, please,” her tears started again, as she shrank back from me. I reached over and gently caressed her cheek. Closing the space between us. I snatched the back of her neck and pulled her closer. “Ow,” she sniffed, closing her eyes.
“Do you enjoy it when I’m rough with you? Hmmm?” I asked her, pressing my body into hers.
“No,” she whimpered softly, trying to avoid looking at me. “You sure?” I asked, squeezing harder into her neck. She looked up at me with pitiful eyes that did nothing to me. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Na, I think that’s a lie,” I dipped my head down so I could get closer to her face.
“There was this girl I used to fuck. She would pick fights with me, so she could have that wild, raw, animalistic fuck she secretly desired. I told her, all she had to do was ask, and I’d fuck her like the caveman she wanted from me.
” Dior’s breathing changed, and I knew the type of woman Dior was.
She liked it rough, she enjoyed being dominated…
I loved that for me. I smiled at her. I think I would enjoy having her as my wife after all.
“Is that what you want? For me to be rough with you?”
“No,” she answered, quick as fuck.
“No? You don’t want me to pull your hair and wrap my hand around your neck?” I gave her a demonstration of exactly what I was saying. By now, she was panting as I had a fistful of her hair in one hand and was gently choking her neck with the other hand.
Even as a dead body was laid out on the ground, that didn’t stop me from acting on the attraction I felt for Dior the moment I saw her that night at that stupid speed dating game.
The real reason why I didn’t know she had slipped out of my bed and the house was that I slept better when she was next to me.
So when I woke up and discovered she was gone, I was fucking livid.
I spilled my soul out to her, telling her about being kidnapped, about Catalina, and how badly Edwardo beat me until he mentally broke me to the point where I wanted to die.
I never admitted those feelings to anyone.
I admitted it, to Dior, and to show her appreciation, she ran out on me.
My eyes stared at her mouth, that perfect mouth with those juicy, full lips, and I could no longer help myself.
The anger and frustration I felt emerged in the kiss.
My hand pressed into her neck as I shoved my tongue inside of her mouth.
I paused, so I could suck on her bottom lip, loving the plumpness.
“Mmmm,” Dior moaned, and then I felt her respond. Her tongue shyly brushed against mine. Immediately, I sucked on it, moving my head back and forth. She moaned even louder. Shit, I was so lost in the moment I forgot why I brought her ass here in the first fucking place. I abruptly pulled back.
“Yeah, you like that rough shit,” I told her, smirking in her face. She was probably confused about why I stopped. Moving away, I stood next to the body of a very dead Jamieson.
“I asked you earlier if you knew anything about pigs?” I reminded her of the question she never answered.
“Not really, just that they’re smelly and roll in mud,” Dior replied, looking at the dead man, trying her best not to faint.
I chuckled at her analysis as I bent to one knee. Jamieson was already dissected into various pieces. Picking up an arm, I walked over to the wooden barrier that kept the sleeping pigs.
“Aye, wake y'all asses up!” I screamed before making a pig calling noise to signal to these fuckers that they needed to get up. One by one, the pigs opened their eyes and slowly got to their feet. Dior began whimpering again, her eyes filled with terror at what she was witnessing.