Klaus;
Have you ever been wronged, messed upon, inflicted on, and all other fucking shit no one wants to experience, especially by someone who was regarded as a family?
Someone who should have been fucking grateful he was offered a home?
Well, I do. And for years, I have been living for a sole purpose; To exert my revenge.
I am Klaus Fabian. The Don of the Bianchi Syndicate, passed on to me by my father.
I live for Revenge, and War is my Medicine. Traitors, most especially, have no place in my world. They have no right to breathe the same air I do. That would be a fucking blow to my existence.
I am the legitimate son of Don Luca Fabian, the most feared and respected Mafia Don of the Bianchi Syndicate. Bless his soul.
He was my father who was murdered in cold blood. Unjustly and brutally. And by whom?
His fucking illegitimate son.
Angelo Fabian.
I am my father’s son, and I do not cast a blind eye to injustice. And neither does he.
All his life, he lived by a rule; Traitors are not family. He made absolutely sure he implanted his favorite quote to me, while growing up, which I made sure, did not go six feet under, with him.
It states thus;
Revenge tastes better when served cold. But war is a meal that must be devoured, scorching hot.
With every bite, a reminder of the blood that has been spilled, and every fucking swallow, a Vow, never to forget the price that was paid.
I think it is safe to say, my revenge plan is at a fucking zero degrees Celsius, and the impending war, which I simply cannot wait for, would be a meal that would never in my lifetime be forgotten.
I sat in the VVIP section of the Bianchi Clubhouse.
‘My clubhouse’, with three whores at my feet, each performing different acts of ecstasy.
I grabbed the petite girl’s soft black hair, her mouth still on my dick, holding her in place, as I thrust into her mouth.
Her tight little mouth could hardly contain all of my size, but she was damn good with her tongue. However, my fingers were deep in a blonde’s pussy, who lay, facing me. While my other hand caressed the boobs of the plump one.
“Fuckkk,” I moaned out loud. The ecstasy was divine. A smirk formed on my lips as I wondered if ‘he’ had found out by now, that his balls had been, damaged, messed up, and completely rendered useless by yours truly.
It’s gonna be fucking hilarious when he tries every fucking day and every fucking way to get aroused…. it just wouldn’t happen.
The day I had his balls messed up, was the fucking best day of my life. Although the plan was not to keep him alive, I was going for a little bit of torture before the final deed.
But the stars were on his side that day, and his death was postponed. The little I knew about him, I knew that not being able to perform would be a great misfortune for him. He would wish he had died instead.
A knock sounded on the door at that moment, and Mario, my right-hand man peeked in. I took one look at him, recalling he had been on a task I’d sent him, “Did you find him?”
He stepped into the room, his eyes on the girls around me. I rolled my eyes as he tried to avert his gaze, “What is it, Mario? What do you have for me?”
He held up something in his hands, “The men are still working on his residence. His exact location. But I must say, your brother is…”
“I do not have a brother, Mario. You keep forgetting that.” I interjected. The mere mention of that pisses me off so badly.
I could not possibly share the same blood with someone like him, which was why I needed to find him soon and finish him off.
“Apologies, Don. The men are working on finding his location, and it won’t be long now. It is just so different this time. He seemed to have added an extra layer of security around him.”
I snapped my hands abruptly, dismissing the girls, without saying a word. They all scurried away, shaking their little asses as they went out the door.
I buttoned up my shirt, and brought up my pants, “I believe you must have something else for me, Mario. Surely you did not come here to inform me, that you still have not found him.”
“Yes. It wouldn’t be long now, ” he responded, “One thing we know for sure, he is here in New York.”
I raised a brow, “And how are you so sure about that?”
He was holding on to a tablet, which he switched on, and handed over to me. A video was playing on it, and after a few seconds, a sly smirk spread on my lips, and I raised a brow.
“This is going to be fun,” I remarked, enthusiastically. He must have thought he could hide forever, little did he know…
“I need every damn information on the girl. Every single thing you could lay your hands on.” I commanded
Mario nodded, “Already done.” He stretched forth a file to me and I couldn’t help but nod approvingly.
“Her name is Elena Donovan. Nineteen years of age. Works in a strip club.”
I flipped through the files taking in the information as well. “Her father stole from him?”
I cackled, “Fucking interesting.”
I went back to the video. Replaying a particular scene, which made my brows scrunch up, amusingly.
I sat upright, “Did you see this, Mario? Have a seat.”
I gestured to the separate sofa beside me, and I showed the screen to him.
“You see that? You see how he plays the knight in shining armor. What do you think?”
Mario stared at the screen and nodded, “I think… I think he felt pity for her.”
“Exactly! And this would be the perfect bait to get him, this time. For good.”
“Of course, Don. Our eyes are…” He was suddenly cut short his statement by a frantic knock on the door.
“Who the fuck is that?” I demanded.
One of my men walked in, his eyes, frantic. “I am sorry Don. But you have to come to see this.”
“What the hell are you talking about? And why the fuck do you knock that way? Did you forget your manners somewhere perhaps?”
“The… the ship… shipments have arrived!” My eyes lightened. That was great news, but I did not miss the sudden stutter from him.
My men never stuttered. And, I did not in any way train pussies. Unless…