After the press conference the next morning, Armand took his parents and in-laws bodies back to Lancaster. He made arrangements with the funeral home to take care of them for the display before the burial. He was back to his family home and advised his board of directors to keep business running as usual. He was the sole owner of both his parents and in-laws businesses after the incident.
His primary goal was to find out what happened to his wife and get her back as soon as possible. Who in their right mind had the nerve to kidnap his wife on their wedding day? It was an insult to his ego, they will never get away with it. His first suspect was the Messinas, he expressed that to the police and had his men planted evidence to make the ambush was also their doing. With any luck, the Messinas will be out of business and his empire will grow even bigger.
With everything on his plate, it triggered his anxieties to the extremes, he was constantly in need of a release. He had women coming into his bedroom around the clock, white powder scattered all over the coffee table, the foyer, even the bathroom dresser. Armand was going on a frenzy.
Pasquale paid him a visit on the fourth day to break the news no one dared to tell Armand. He was checking up on how he was doing too. No one had seen him since his wedding.
His bodyguard said Armand hadn’t come out of his room since he was back in Lancaster, he can be heard talking on the phone taking care of business once in a while. He kept a naked woman with him inside and the maid came by to serve him food three times a day.
Pasquale let out a heavy exhale before he knocked on the door, he pressed his ear against the door and he can hear panting and moaning of Armand and a woman having sex. After a few minutes the moaning stopped, he heard footsteps approaching the door and it was opened.
Armand stood on the other side without a thread covering his body, a cigar was lit and hung at the corner of his lips. “Pasquale! Just the man I want to see … come in …” he swayed his arm to welcome him into the bedroom.
The bedroom was more like an apartment, there’s a foyer, two armchairs on either side, a huge round table in the middle and there’s a living room, an office desk and chairs before the actual bedroom.
When he stepped in, Pasquale observed the condition of the entire room which he thought was a direct depiction of Armand’s state of mind. It was chaotic, unorganized, hysterical and borderline psychotic. He saw the naked woman lying on his bed in the bedroom, high as a kite, white powdery substance was scattered like dust, and Armand stood naked with his thing dangling in front of him.
“Can you at least put on some pants, for God sake?” Pasquale was annoyed by the boy. He had been his family lawyer for ages, he literally watched Armand grow up in front of him.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” Armand snorted something from the coffee table. “I hope you’re here to give me good news?” he lit up his cigar.
Pasquale folded his arms in front of him, let out a long exhale, “No … I intercepted the job, we got it, the pick up was yesterday … I had your people from the warehouse take care of it … and they didn’t come back.” The Warehouse was the name they use for their trafficking business.
“What? What do you mean they didn’t come back? They went to pick up my wife and didn’t come back?” his glassy eyes squinted at Pasquale.
He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side, “That’s what they’re confirming to me … they are frantically trying to trace where the two men had gone to … their last contact was the package had arrived, money had been transferred, the dropper had left … 6 hours later, they didn’t show up at the warehouse, they’re unreachable … nothing until now.”
Armand grabbed the collar of his jacket, “You lost my wife? They didn’t put a tracker on the crew? You promised me my wife I want to see that done Pasquale!” he lets go of him roughly.
“We are working on it day and night … your warehouse crew screwed up, I did my part of the job, do I have to go and do the pick up myself?” Pasquale straightened his jacket.
“I told you finding Ariana is top priority … maybe you should’ve gone there yourself and do the job … fuck! Who’s in charge at the warehouse? I want him dead for fucking this up … fucking incompetence, are they transferring her to another warehouse? Get her on a boat and ship out? Fuck!” he started to panic.
“No, we would know that, I have sent alerts to other warehouses to make sure that doesn’t happen … they’ll know it would mean war, they don’t want that … it seems like the two men gone feral … they’re doing their own thing or … she escaped … either way, she won’t get far.”
“Escape? Now why would she do that?”
Pasquale tilted a brow, “Because they’re probably trying to do something to her?”
Armand’s eyes widened and grabbed him by the collar again, “I told you to take care of this, I want her back here right now! Why the hell did you let these imbeciles do your job?”
He pushed Armand and patted his jacket again, “Hey … I have a ton of things to take care of here, okay? The police are on my tail everyday … your parents death complicates a lot of business matters, not to mention the Monteneros accounts are now piling up on my desk … I can’t risk the police finding out about all this mess your family had done by going out of my way to pick up your wife.”
Pasquale raised his arms and turned around, “Look at this … sooner or later they will come knocking at your door and this here, Armand … is not gonna help you from being cleared of being a suspect … you better get your shit together and do what’s needed … if she’s important enough for you, I suggest you do something about it instead of fucking some girl and snorting shit all day and kill everyone else who are actually doing something about it.”
“Hey, I paid you to do your job …” he pointed his finger at Pasquale’s face.
Pasquale slapped his hand away, “You haven’t paid me one cent, Armand, as far as I’m concerned, I am still under your dad’s payroll … I know you’re in charge now, but don’t ever forget that I take care of all the shit in this family, you better have some respect for that … you’re not getting out of this mess without me, I can guarantee that … so calm down … I’m taking care of it … and get your shit together before they pay you a visit.”
Armand scoffed and straightened Pasquale’s jacket, “Like you said, you’re still under my dad’s payroll … I’m sure you’ll make every penny count by taking care of everything, consider yourself a raise after all this, ’cause there’ll be a lot more things you need to take care of under my reign … Cossimo and Alonzo are dead, you’re stuck with me now,” he smiled.
Pasquale gave her a sharp look, Armand may have been the monster that his parents have created successfully, but his leadership has never been tested. With his short temper and over the top arrogance, the boy will not reign for very long, all the other mafia leaders have already formed an alliance against him. A reckless boy with too much money and power in his hands will jeopardize the underground business they have carefully sustained for generations, they will not let one scoundrel ruin their entire existence.
He glanced at the naked girl on Armand’s bed, she was playing with herself, “You might want to cut back with the ladies, Armand, you’re risking too much by letting them listen in to all your conversations.”
Armand turned to look at the girl, “Yeah … don’t worry about it.”
He walked over to his bed after Pasquale left.
The girl was rolling over to her stomach with her fingers inside her, “Are you done, baby? You made me wait too long, I had to start without you.” She sighed as she gave herself pleasure.
Armand had a wicked smile on his face, he stood leaning on the wall as he watched. “I want to see you make yourself come … lift up your ass for me.”
The girl did as she was told. Armand sprinkled some powder on her back, right above the ass. She was gently moving back and forth in the same rhythm with her moving fingers. He snorted the powder off of her and positioned himself right behind her.
He cupped her breasts and pulled her back, he slowly entered her from behind, the girl moaned loudly.
“Oh Armand …” she pressed both his hands to squeeze harder. “Make me yours, baby, you like my tight pussy don’t you?”
Armand grunted in her ear, he bent her over and thrust hard and faster. The bed was shaking.
She was making sexual noises that echoed throughout the entire room. “I’m almost there … I’m coming … ” she was getting louder and louder.
When she screamed at her climax, he came inside her strong and hard. He shoved her to the bed. The girl smiled rubbing her center while looking at him with seductive eyes.
“You’re a maniac, Armand … your wife will never live up to your demands … I don’t know why you bother to look for her … while you can have me for breakfast, lunch and dinner … I’ll even invite friends for the party if you want … ” she licked her fingers.
Armand’s expression turned serious.
She raised her brows twice, “You’d like that won’t you? An endless supply of sex on the platter everyday served on your bed … eating pussy all day, fuck all night, who needs a wife when you can have all that?” she stretched on the bed and opened herself in front of him. She was hot and ready for him again. “I can make you cum as many times you want … just put it wherever you want it … my mouth, my pussy, my ass,” she rolled over and offered him to enter her from the back. “Come on, baby, what are you waiting for?” she looked over her shoulder at him.
He hovered behind her and grabbed her by the neck, “You think you’re better than my wife?” he pushed her while still grabbing hard on her neck.
Her shoulders were tense, his grip was hurting her, “Ouch … no … I’m just saying …”
“You listen to me you insolent cunt … I can fuck your mouth a hundred times a day if I want to, but you don’t get to talk about my wife with that filthy mouth of yours … do you understand?” he squeezed harder.
She was moaning in pain, she nodded, “I’m sorry I was just …”
“Keep your mouth shut! You’re not here to talk … especially about my wife … feasting on the likes of you? You’re just trash compared to my Ariana … there’s no pussy on earth that can replace her, don’t ever think you can come here and fuck your way into my life, do you hear me?” he shouted the last part in her ear.
“Yes … yes … I’m sorry, please, you’re hurting me,” she was terrified of the sudden change in his behavior.
“You know what? I can’t even look at you now,” he dragged her off the bed by the neck, she was kicking and screaming.
He was sick and tired of having the same problem with these girls every time. They all wanted something more.
“Get out of my house,” he said while dragging her on the floor.
“Ow … you’re hurting me,” her hair was tangled in the pull, “Fine … I’ll leave, just don’t hurt me.”
Armand opened his bedroom door and threw her out with a push, “Get out of my house!” he yelled.
She slumped on the floor without any clothes on, “I need my clothes.”
Armand took whatever he could find on the floor and threw it on her face, “Get out of here, I don’t want to see your face again.”
The bodyguard stood awkwardly as the two naked people argued.
“Get her out of my sight!” Armand said to the bodyguard and slammed the door.
“You fucking asshole! Crazy bastard … your boss is one crazy son of a bitch,” the girl muttered while picking up her clothes.
“Miss … you better leave before he changed his mind,” the bodyguard said while helping her up.
She stood up and ducked the bodyguard’s hand, “I can see myself out … I’m not coming back here to that fucking psycho.”