Blackmailed by the Mafia Boss

“We were just doing business,” one of them said.

Gino landed a blow to the head, silencing him. He had no room for thieves.

“This is what they were caught dealing.”

Gino stared at the small white pills and tutted. “Not good. I didn’t give you permission to steal from me.”

The market for drugs, especially in clubs, was huge. He made a fortune in dealing out his own brands. He’d never taken drugs. Control was part of who he was, and he’d seen what this kind of shit did to people. He didn’t even play with the stuff.

“Please, don’t kill me. I didn’t mean to do it. I can tell you anything.” One of the men started to cry, and Gino stepped away as piss ran down his body, entering the man’s mouth.

Disgusting.

The other two men started trying to shut him up as secrets began to spill.

Gino was getting a headache. Grabbing one of the men, he used some pliers, pulling out the man’s tongue. With a knife, he slid the blade across his throat, silencing him.

On to the next man, who’d been arguing as well, and Gino did the same.

Blood soaked the cement as well as their piss.

“Now, where were we? Yes, tell me what plans your bosses have.”

With the other two men now silent, it meant the one still living could spill the coming attack.

Gino listened to every single word. The Cartel intended to attack at the docks in a week. They were going to steal his shipment of guns he had coming in, and that he’d paid a fortune to actually get shipped.

It pissed him off, but the man before him was granted a quick death, rather than a long one. He was a man of his word. A slice across the throat, and no pain.

With the other men though, he skinned them alive, making sure the only sounds of music he heard were their screams. To many he was known as The Butcher. He didn’t get anyone to do his dirty work for him. He was more than happy to deal with messes like this, himself. It was one of the reasons he’d come to power at a young age. His father had known he’d bred a monster, and so, he’d given him a throne to sit on.

Once all three men were dead, he had the skin placed in a box with a message for the Cartels. The rest of the bodies would be cleaned up with all of the other mess.

Gino stepped into the showers, removed his clothes to be burned, and washed up. The Cartels had been trying to steal his territory from him for years. Each attack had only resulted in less of his enemy. He was more than happy for any fight they wanted. He’d kill them all.

Until then, he was going home to check on his toy.

Chapter Four

Every movie she’d been given was porn. Every single one. Any act they could think of was on each DVD. Oral, anal, double penetration, gang-banging, BDSM, rough sex, kinky sex, sex that she didn’t even understand. It was all there in naked glory.

Her dinner had been brought to her, but she’d left it untouched. Her skin felt on fire. Her body was aching, and she knew it was because of the movies.

Standing up, she turned the television off and started to pace. She needed to calm down her heated skin. Her body was just … aching.

She knew what she needed, but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything. She stepped up to the window, staring out across the garden.

A cold shower?

Anything would be better than the way she felt. Her hands were shaking, and her legs were like Jell-O.

She headed toward the shower, but the door to her room opened and there was the reason for her feelings. He stood, dressed in another pristine suit, looking every part the dominating asshole that he was.

“Did you think this was a joke?” she asked.

“I don’t find anything funny.” He closed the door, and she noticed he didn’t lock it.

As her gaze went to the door behind him, he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t think of trying to best me, Avery. You won’t win. No one does.”

She clenched her hands at her sides. “Why did you show me that?”

“Where has the willing submissive gone?”

“All day you’ve given me nothing but porn.”

“You didn’t have to watch it, and yet, I’m guessing from the look on your face, you did.” He laughed. “I gave you something entertaining and educational to watch.”

“Why?”

“I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

She stepped back as he walked toward her. Her legs hit the bed, stopping her from going anywhere else.

He was the one in charge, not her. She couldn’t go anywhere or do anything. He was the one who held all the cards, and she didn’t know what to do.