Mistress to a Monster

“He begged me for his life, and I told him that if he wanted to live, then he was going to have to give me something precious.” He chuckled. “He told me he had nothing. I said to him, what about Milah?” He kissed her neck. “He laughed at me and said no one wants my daughter.”

She turned her head away. He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him so she saw the sincerity in his eyes, even as he tormented her father.

He had more men on the dance floor having fun than Russo had to protect him. It would be so easy to end this dance here and now, but Damon didn’t want to put a premature ending to this.

He intended to enjoy watching Russo fall. Seeing him suffer every single step of the way. That was the real part of his plan.

“But I wanted you,” Damon said. “I looked him in the eye and said I wanted Milah Russo to serve me. To be at my beck and call. To be my mistress. Not my wife, but my little plaything. To fuck, to tease, to be all mine. There is no escape for you, Milah. I made it abundantly clear that once he gave you to me, there was no going back. You are mine, and your job is simple—to worship my cock. That virgin cunt will know no other dick but mine.”

He turned to look at Russo.

“Leave!”

He raised his voice loud enough for the door to open, and then, at his command, his men took Milah out of the office, so it was only him and Russo. After extracting his knife from his jacket, he pressed the tip of the blade against the desk.

Russo attempted to look unaffected, but Damon watched him, knowing he unnerved the pathetic loser before him.

The one and only Antonio Russo was nearly at his knees. Already drowning in debt. Each of his revenue sources had dried up. The men no longer respected him. Why would they when the first real test of strength had shown how weak he was? Begging for his life. Seeing him give up his precious daughter just so he could live.

He could have come in, killed a bunch of people, made it look like Antonio had turned on them all. He could have brought one of his few surviving businesses crumbling, but instead, he was going to make sure the men spread the word.

Milah Russo was in De Luca’s arms. She was at De Luca’s beck and call.

De Luca was the fucking king, and soon, Russo would fall. Just like he had planned.

Piece by piece, his plan had fallen into place, and by the end of tonight, he was going to have his seed deep inside Milah’s cunt. There was no getting away from it. He wanted Milah pregnant, and soon.

“I think it is time for you to leave.”

Damon threw his blade, and it was embedded in Antonio’s shoulder. The man fell against the wall, a scream leaving him.

No men came running to him. There was no one.

Russo was so fucking broken. The stubborn bastard refused to fucking see it, but Damon was going to make sure he had no choice.

Shoving his fist into the man’s stomach as he approached, he grabbed the hilt of the knife out of his shoulder, relishing every scream.

“You’re going to wish you had died that day,” Damon said.

“You’re going down, De Luca,” Russo said. “The arrogant never succeed.”

“I’m not arrogant, but let’s see how you can keep on fighting me.” He sniffed the air. “Because I believe I just saw a rat. A big fat city rat, scurrying across Milah’s.”

Antonio sneered.

“I wonder how many people will come running to Milah’s with that piece of information.” All it would take was one call. “The next time I see you, Russo, you will die.” He slapped the man’s face, almost affectionately.

Then he stepped back and found two of his own men still waiting for him outside of Russo’s office.

“I want you to torch the bathrooms,” Damon said, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed Genius’s number.

The man answered less than two seconds later. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you not have anything better to do?”

“Oh, you mean apart from saving your excellent ass? You know me, I’m married to my computer. It won’t leave me. It will occasionally give me the cold shoulder for an upgrade, but let’s face it, she has never cheated or lied to me. Can’t say that about a woman.”

“Have you ever had a woman?”

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny. I might write that one down. Keep looking over it because it is so funny. What do you want?”

“A sudden sighting of a big fat rat at Milah’s,” Damon said.

“Reported, sent, and guess what, that piece-of-shit nightclub is going to go down.” Genius let out a maniacal laughter. “Oh, wait, what is this?”

Damon made his way outside toward the car.

James waited outside, but Damon paused. “What?”

“According to this, in the past few weeks, there have been some mysterious overdoses occurring outside of Milah’s nightclub. They don’t know the source, but let me do a little digging.”

Damon waited and climbed into the car, giving James the signal to take them back to the hotel.

Milah stared at Damon but didn’t say a word.

“Well, this is a heroin overdose. Looks like a pretty nasty batch.”

“Any touch mine?”

“Nope. This is in Russo’s territory only.”

“Keep an eye on it,” Damon said.