The past days have been annoying as hell for him, from his prisoner escaping to Dario’s last daughter living in his manor, and to her claiming to be his girlfriend. Every damn thing made him furious, especially with the stupid girl in his mansion. He knew he didn’t really punish her enough for the title she acquire for herself yesterday and that only triple his anger. He wanted to make her pay but a lot of force are binding him because she was Dario’s damn last daughter.
So he had to be careful with her, tons of eyes were on her and any small mistake from him through her could crush him. He badly wanted to kill her so everything would settle. Killing her was the best thing to do, no more Dario’s heir, no one to carry out the revenge even though he doubt if Jasira could do that.
All the frustration and the thoughts build up in him that he kept punching the bag, his shoulder popping out of the socket and returning to it. His shoulder stretched under the tight gray vest he wore with every punch he gave to the bag. Gosh! He was damn angry, he just wanted to release all the pent-up frustration, and damn it! It was not fucking working.
He grabbed the bag dangling from the ceiling with both hands and place his forehead on it, sweats trickled down his forehead to the floor, his breathing was wild, and he didn’t attempt to steady it at all. He had been in his private gym for hours, he crashed here immediately he woke up at 4:00 am. Ever since he became a mafia don, the most feared one in Italy, he developed an interest in boxing so he could release all his anger without being held back and now it decided to stop working for him and it annoyed the hell out of him.
He left the bag and pushed his sweat-sleek hair off his face. He grabbed the water bottle and drink it all in one gulp before throwing it into the trash can and taking a glance at the digital clock hanging on the right wall near him.
7:00 am. He had been in this dim room for three hours and still he was still frustrated. He removed the boxing gloves on his hand and unwrapped the tight neat hand wrap he wrapped around his palm.
He cleaned the sweat off his hand with the napkin resting on the treadmill before stalking out of the gym for his room drenched with sweat.
The first thing he did upon getting to his room was to hit the ensuite immediately, he stepped into his custom-made bathtub having no energy to stand under the shower. Throughout his bath, his mind keep roaming about how he could kill Jasira and fake it like she killed herself. He could killed her by any means but not when he knew that a lot of drug lords are after her just because of her father. He doubt she knew who the hell she was. Her loss, his luck.
He stepped out of the ensuite and his mind suddenly drift off to when she had her mouth wrapped around his cock and tried to take her in fully.
The shock on her face told him that she might have not been a virgin but she was innocent as hell. How her fingers trembled around his cock. Her innocent amused him the most among all the girls he had sex with.
He put on a casual outfit and grabbed his phone from the nightstand to put a call to her when he remembered that he didn’t have her number. Her scattered phone came into his vision briefly and he shook his head.
He gave her huge sums of money only not to spend a dime on herself. Who the hell does that? He hissed annoyed and texted the head maid instead.
Get one of the maids to tell Jasira to meet me in my room. Right now!
Alejandro.