Anamika- The broken beauty novel Chapter 2

Massimo's pov

I think my eardrums will get damaged soon, this bastard in front of me is screaming like no end, covered in blood, and begging and crying for mercy, while I am creating new designs on his body with my favourite knife. what a bloody mess... oh and I am fucking loving it. well he deserved that, bastard stole my important files and sold them to my business rivals. I hate traitors and liars and love it to kill them in the worst way possible. He thought he won't get caught but this fucker don't know that I am the mafia king. The day he messed with me he signed his own death warrant. I don't do any kind of mercy. It does not exist in my dictionary.

World knows me as a successful businessman , but not everyone knows that I am a mafia king too. Only people in the underworld knows that, as we respect "omerta" but mafia king or not I do own business world too and people fear me. They know i am a dangerous man and I get what I want. and if I want something I play dirty and I don't give two flying fucks what I have to do to get it done. if I want something it will be mine.

" S..sir please, I am sorry... d..don't kill me p...please." He said trying to free his hands which was tied in metal chains.

''Tch, tch....too late ....should have thought that before Fucking with me you bastard..."

Well it's enough entertainment for today. I am getting bored now, I spend to much time here, with a final stroke I slit his throat making the blood splatter all over my clothes and the dirty floor of the basement, his body laid lifeless on the floor with deep cuts, missing fingers and limbs in pool of his own blood.

Satisfied with my work I ordered my men to clear this mess and left the basement.

We are in mafia for generations now, I took over after my father. Since childhood I have been doing these things, my father trained. killing, torture, gambling, and illegal business. My father started training me when I was 6.

As we entered the club. we were welcomed with the view of people dancing and drinking with sweaty bodies. we quickly entered the vip area were everyone was waiting for us to arrive, we started our meeting discussing about the deal.

A waitress shortly came with our drinks, wearing short skirt and showing her almost non existent boobs with lust clearly visible in her eyes. years of practice and I know how to read people very well. It's not her fault women throw themselves at me either way for my money, my looks or both. and I enjoy every second of it, who doesn't. I have never fucked any woman twice. I don't do love, don't know how to do that. I fuck and only fuck hard. I have been with models, actresses, whores, every type of slim,curvy, and sometimes it becomes hard to get rid of them in the next morning with all the fucking drama, I don't force them they comes with me by their own will and I really appreciate if they left in the morning minding their own business. Even if I am a monster I don't touch women against there will, raping them is what I will never do In my whole life, I like them screaming and moaning my name under me and begging for more. it's better to release your sexual frustration with one night stand. With no string attached, I like it that way. no woman has ever caught my attention and I am not looking for one either, I daubt someone will be able to do that. I am not a sappy relationship kind of man. All I want is money, power and tight pussies to fuck.

We finally sealed the deal and the fear in the dealers eyes shows me that they agree to my every condition as they don't have a choice anyway. they know who I am and what I am capable of doing... afterall..

"I am not a man to be messed with"