“Hello, Aidan,” I say with a sadistic tone.
I pull out my knife from my pocket, I smile as I walk up to him. His eyes go big, his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard, his hands are shaking I love the fear they show before I make the kill, my laughter fills the room. I press the knife in his throat.
I growl out. “How many young girls did you rape lately?” My voice drips with venom.
“I-I made a mistake. I was drunk. Please, I can double your money.” He pleads with me. Why beg? Pathetic!
I slit his throat. He holds his throat, gasping for air and trying to stop the bleeding. I feel satisfied wish, and I had more time to be more creative. I love the rush of killing people. I drag his body to my famous acid. I made this when I was fourteen, that was when my father knew I wasn’t like them; he helped me control my monsters, he understands me. He helped me channel my anger. Massimo understands me as well. We do have a great bond. I would do anything for my twin brother.
I throw the pathetic man in the acid. I watch the magic work as it melts his body away. I laugh in a sadistic way and walk away. Blake will take care of this mess for me. I will send him a text. I walk away, hoping that Faith is available. I need a fast fuck; I have a lot of bullshit meetings I have to attend. I don’t want to deal with that shit. Glad Massimo will be joining me to help keep my anger in check. There is faith my sweet girl.
“Faith, come join me in my office,” I say as I lick my lips with a smile. I am very good with my charming behavior. They believe every lie I tell them; I don’t have to lie they want me for being a murder who us the fucked up one? When you think about it.
“Okay, Baby, give me a few minutes.” She says in a seductive voice as she pushes her big fake tits out at me. I smile, heading to my office.
I go over my papers, getting impatient, I hate waiting on people. She finally comes in, and she shuts the door and locking it, Faith gets undressed, knowing precisely what I want. I don’t kiss; I go straight to what I want. I bend her over and shove three digits in her cunt, she lets out a loud moan as I thrust deep and hard inside her.
“Yes, right there.” She says, and I hate talking. She is a fucking talker. I am dominant, but I don’t have time to put her in place right now.
“Shut the fuck up.” I say in a harsh tone.
I work her slick warm cunt; the walls contract around my fingers, and I don’t give her time to finish as I pull my big cock out, slamming into her hard. I yank her up by the hair hard as I thrust fast and hard in her causing the couch to bang off the floor. I go so hard as she screams out with cries. I ignore her pleas as I grab her throat. The feel of the veins and esophagus around my fingers makes me harder, and I thrust deep and hard as she climaxes hard around my cock. I pull out, still holding her throat as I shoot my load on her back. I walk away, heading to the bathroom to clean up. She knows to leave.
I run the shower. I remove my clothes. I have more suits here. I wash up fast. One thing about me I am a very punctual man. I don’t particularly appreciate waiting on anyone or being late. My brother is the opposite of me; he won’t mind making you fucking wait around on him. He knows that it bothers me, one of my many pet peeves. I get out, making my way to the closet, putting on my suit. I see we have only thirty minutes to get to the first meeting. Massimo still a no show. Prick I walk through the halls going over everything, waiting for Massimo. I will check on my next meal. The thought of her untouched makes my cock hard. She has no idea what kind of monster is waiting in the shadows for her. She is my prey, and I am hunting her to get what I want. I want to break her take the light out of her. I am probably no better than Jones. I laugh at that thought.
“Ready?” Massimo asks with a cheerful voice; he is always smiling and happy, a feeling I envy. I wish I had that feeling.
“No,” I say coldly.
“I will do the talking, and you control your temper. We need to keep these men on our side. I know you don’t want to have Anthony, his son, as a partner with the three restaurants, but this is Dad’s best manager; he has been in our lives since ten. He has great connections with restaurants, knows a lot of food suppliers.” Massimo says in a calm voice as he pats my shoulder.
“We don’t fucking need them. We have more than enough money, and I can find food suppliers.” I say a powerful voice as I sigh.
“These are mom’s friends. Can you do it for her? Anthony and his family went through a lot at the hands of Manny. They want to propose a deal. Then we have the investors with the hotels after this.” He says in a harsh tone. He knows I will do things for mom.
The investors were papa Gio’s long-time friends. I am buying them out. I want the money for the family, and I am greedy. Papa Gio did it to help them. I can give a fuck less. I don’t trust people. He knows that. Anthony is a cocky prick; he thinks he will run my restaurant. He was asking for fifty percent shares. I am only allowing twenty percent; that is being generous. I will not budge. Massimo knows this. I will walk away; I don’t care what my father or mother says. We are heading to the meeting now. My brother has told me more than once not to lose my cool let him do the talking. We arrive at the new restaurant we haven’t open it yet. I see Anthony, his son Adrian, and he is the assistant manager. The fucker already has a smug look on his face as we exited the car.
“Massimo, Vittorio. How are you guys doing? He smiles at us way to fucking friendly. “How is Vincenzo, Aurora?” He says, making small talk. I don’t like small talk; it’s an inconvenience to me.
“Let’s get in; cut the small talk,” I say in an aggravating tone as Massimo elbows me. “What I am fucking hate small talk.” I grin at him.
“Sorry, long drive, he had to take care of something with one of our clubs,” Massimo says in a polite tone.
I roll my eyes such a mommy’s boy at times. She always tried to install manners in us; of course, I gave her hell. I feel bad, but I won’t apologize for being me. I would get in many fights at school told the teachers and everyone how I felt. We all take a seat as they smile. I have a stone-cold emotionless face.
“It’s a pleasure to be asked to be part of another restaurant, and I appreciate you guys allowing me a meeting to talk about us doing more you know maybe business partners half owners. I was thinking fifty percent would be great for the new restaurants they are going to be big. I have good vendors and fresh food suppliers.” He says with a smile as his son looks at his phone like he can’t be bothered with this meeting.
“Alec, if you are not going to listen, then you will not be part of shit around here; it’s disrespectful,” I say in a decisive tone as he hurried and put the phone away. I laugh.
“I am not giving you fifty percent. I will give you twenty percent of two of the older restaurants. The new ones are mine; I don’t want to share them with anyone.” I say in a harsh tone. His face is red; he better watch himself with me.
“Twenty percent for two of the older restaurants? Your dad said he would try and get me setup for the three new ones. These are going to have everything.” He says with a smile as he clinches his jaw.
“I am not my father now, am I?” I shut, slamming my hands on the table. I don’t trust him. I have this nagging feeling. My mother and father say I am typically Vittorio paranoid my father knows I am right he trusts me.
“No, you are not your father at all. My apologies. “He says in a shaky voice.
“Let’s make this easy on his all here. I was never going to allow you to be involved in anything of mine and the other restaurants are mine. You have been stealing from us. I have proof.
His son is looking at his father; he seems nervous as he intertwines his fingers together. Anthony looks at me with a shocked expression. I was looking into the accounting things and did investigations of my own seen that he has been stealing expensive wines, liquors along with writing checks. He got past us. I will give him that. He was not working alone, from my understanding. He underestimates me. I am fucking a genius most sociopaths are.
I pull out copies of everything I found out. I have more at home he will pay for crossing me he going to the cells. His son might be involved, so he has to go to cells as well. Nothing more would bring me joy to kill him here right now. I smile big at him as I push the files to him, son, Massimo they all look at them.
“This is absurd. I was framed. I would never do anything to you guys; you know that after all you have done, please. Massimo, please, you have to believe me.” He says as he tries and pleads with him.
“I don’t trust rats.” I have my gun trained on them as they both look like deer caught in headlights.
“W-what are you talking about? We would never betray Vincenzo and Aurora. You have it all wrong. I can’t believe a monster came from Aurora and Vincenzo like you.” Anthony says as he has fear in his eyes.
“Me either, but you been fucking us over for a long time. My father and mother trusted you. I will slit your throat from ear to ear with a smile. I am a monster, and I am worse than the boogie man in your nightmares.” I say with laughter as my dear brother is looking over the files.
“I know you are working with someone; you aren’t doing this alone. You talk, we can work a deal out. I can make things less painful. My father is not in charge. I will kill you.” I say with laughter.
I grab my knife out and open it, cutting his face as he screams, holding it on cue Blake, Victor, Alessandro, Antonio come to take them away. Massimo is looking at me with shock and shaking his head. I see him turn red, and I know he pissed off now we both will be in bad moods for the next meetings. I was weeding out the weak time to get this family back to be stronger than ever.
“What the fuck, V? You could have told me ahead of time. Dad is going to lose his shit.” Massimo says in anger.