The Boughted Mafia Wife

Chapter 3 - I Want the Girl +18

3-I Want the Girl +18

From Orlondo

Watching Istanbul from a tall building, everyone looked tiny. In fact, everyone in front of me seemed small. I was one of the most famous mafias in Italy, and I had connections in Istanbul as well. Because Turkish people had dark eyes, I always had to keep them in the palm of my hand. Additionally, Turkish girls were very beautiful.

There was a man named Cüneyt who handled my footwork here. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for money. He would even sell himself for money, so it was enough for me to offer him cash. I was experiencing all the difficulties of being in the mafia. I had even lost my mother and father for this cause. It had taken me a long time to recover from this trauma, but in this world, there was nothing one couldn’t get used to.

As I continued to look at the view, the door to my room opened. I looked over my shoulder and saw that it was a woman. Cüneyt used to send me a woman every time I came here. I waited for her to approach me. She hugged me from behind and started to place kisses on my shoulder.

Suddenly I grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the glass. I liked to be a little rough when we made love. “Strip, then strip me!” I ordered. When I removed my hands from her throat, she first took off her short dress. There was nothing underneath, of course. I would never undress a woman during lovemaking, it wasn't for me to run errands like this. I looked her up and down, the woman who would make my manhood ready still hadn't appeared before me.

As she slowly unbuttoned my shirt, I hissed, “Be quick! I don’t like slowness!” At this, she hurried and took off my shirt. She stuck out her tongue and licked from my chest to my groin. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I moaned. She knew what she was doing. As her tongue reached my groin, her hands were simultaneously working to remove my belt and pants.

When my c**k was finally exposed, she cupped it in her hand. I put my hands against the glass and she took the thing in her mouth and started licking it like ice cream. My cries filled the room and her eyes were always on me. She must have been quite professional. I decided to take people like her to my club where I train.

“Faster!”

I put my hands on her head and pressed down hard, not caring as tears streamed from her eyes. My pleasure was more important than her breathing right now. I was selfish and if I enjoyed it, everything else didn't matter. “Don't hold back, swallow it all!”

She did as I asked with a big grin. When I came in her mouth, she swallowed it without thinking. I pulled her hair up in my hands, and when she wanted to kiss me, I refused. I never kissed anyone. No woman's lips had ever touched these lips. “Let's just do our job!”

I turned her around. Her breasts pressed against the window. I found the opening of her femininity and entered her. As I moved back and forth, her breasts swayed. I brought my hands to them and gripped them firmly. Our cries of "Ah!" echoed in the room.

"Faster!"

She had scratched herself. I turned her towards me, held her by the waist, and lifted her onto my lap. Without wasting any time, I entered her as she lay back on the bed. The one on top always enjoyed it more. I would never be on the bottom. It went against my principles. It was an impossible situation for me to have a woman above me, as if she were superior to me.

No woman could ever be above me. "Scream my name!" I shouted.

"Orlondo, go faster! Tear me apart!" she said, and I started to grin. I entered her in such a way that instead of moaning in pain, she was making sounds of pleasure. She was better than I thought. Once we both climaxed, I rolled to the side. When she tried to line kisses along my neck, I said, "I never sleep with a woman twice! Now go back to where you came from! The guards will give you your money on the way out!" She dressed quickly and left without a word.

As she swayed away, she turned back to me. "Call me if you ever change your mind." I didn't bother to respond. I never changed my mind. Once she left, I got into the shower. Sometimes, I found myself envying married folks. At least when they went home, someone was waiting for them, but then I would think monogamy wasn't for me and give up on the idea.

While I had my pick of women, they were stuck with just one. As I got out of the shower and dressed, Cüneyt came in. "How was the girl?"

"She was okay, forget about her now. Any action going on?" I asked. It was always hard for me to keep track of events in Istanbul. Kutay and Çakır were calling the shots in this world. I was always keeping a close eye on them.

"Not at the moment," he said, and I narrowed my eyes.

"What do you mean, nothing? What are Kutay and Çakır up to? Don't you know?" I asked. He knew if he wasn't working well after taking his money, his end would be death. He didn't have the guts.

"I've told you everything up to now; there's nothing at the moment," he said, continuing to insist to show certainty. "Alright then. Is there anything else?" I asked. This bastard had a habit of forgetting. He needed reminding.

"We're having trouble with the women trafficking right now."

"I'll handle it. We need to find a few untouched girls. They'll do the job," I said, and he nodded. "By the way, you warned those who didn't pay their debts, right?"

"There's one of them, Volkan. The guy keeps running from us, but we've warned all the others!"

Hearing this, I frowned. Was it that easy to escape from my men? I was furious. "Find that man immediately and bring him to the warehouse!" I ordered.

As Cüneyt rushed out, I rolled my eyes after him. Where did I find this guy? He wouldn't last long with this mindset.

Soon, news came that they had found the man. I left the room and got into my car with the guards. I always stood out. I was a tall, dark Italian man. Women glanced at me as I passed, but I ignored them, focused on my business. When we finally arrived at the warehouse, I got out.

I stood in front of the man. He was scared when he saw me. "Are you Volkan?" I asked, and he nodded with fear in his eyes. I grabbed his chin. "Why aren't you giving me my money? Don't you people pay back when you owe money? Are you a man?" I roared.

 I could tell he was scared from his tense facial features. Whether he was scared or not didn't concern me much. "Boss, I swear I was going to pay. Would I have run if I knew you were involved?" he asked.

 He was lying. This made me even angrier. I slapped him hard across the face. That was the consequence of lying. "Don't lie! Don't do the thing I hate the most! Why did you run?" I hissed.

He was about to cry. I despised cowards like him. Looking at me with a pleading face, he said, "Brother, I swear I'm not lying. Please, believe me!" Since I generally didn't trust people, I punched him in the face. He groaned as I hit him. Blood from the corner of his mouth stained my hand. I wiped it on him.

 "Every lie earns you another hit!"

 "Brother, please don't hit me! I'll give you your money!" he said, and I started laughing.

 "You will give it anyway! Just try not to! You're all good at taking but when it comes to giving, you all back out," I said and punched him again. As he groaned in pain, I found satisfaction in the fear on his face. From now on, he would pay even if he had to sell himself.

Roughing him up had invigorated me a bit. I liked to hit. When his mouth and nose were covered in blood, I asked my men,

"How much did he owe?" One of them checked the documents. "Five hundred thousand, brother!"

The price for what he did was definitely to pay double. This would be a punishment for him and he wouldn't borrow from me again. "It's a million now. If he doesn't pay, kill him! You've got one day, Volkan! If the money's not here, you're a dead man!" I threatened.

 Pure fear appeared on the man's face. He started begging. "Please, don't do it. At least give me a week!" he said, and I shook my head. I never compromised on what I said. "Take him home! Make sure he doesn't go to the police!" I ordered. As they dragged him out by the collar, I told the others, "Find out everything about this man! Who are his connections?" and left the warehouse.

Ever since I arrived in Istanbul, my stress levels have been through the roof. Things didn't work like this in Sicily. We would just shoot them in the head immediately. This was the territory of Kutay Aslanoğlu and the others. I couldn't just kill someone on a whim, but for now, that's how it was. Soon, I would bury them all and become the master of Istanbul.

No one knew about my secret plan. If I got rid of Kutay and Çakır, there wouldn't be any problems left. There was no other powerful mafia. I turned to Cüneyt. "Is there any place other than Kutay's venue?" I asked.

“There’s a place called Kurşun. The upper part is a bar, and fights are held in the lower part,” she said, and I liked it. I hadn’t been to a place like that in a while. I decided to go there. The name Kurşun was quite original. Kutay was good at this kind of thing too. He had intimidated everyone by giving his nickname to the nightclub.

When we arrived at the venue called Kurşun, the atmosphere was wild. There were a lot of girls, all dancing like crazy. While I wanted to end the night in bed with one of them, I also wanted to go down to the fighting area. When Cüneyt and I went down, I saw a dark-haired man and a blonde man in the cage. I watched in surprise as the dark-haired man continually knocked the blonde man to the ground.

I asked Cüneyt, “Who is this?”

I hadn’t heard this guy's name before, but his face looked familiar. If I pushed myself a little, I could figure it out, but I didn’t force it. When he said, “I don’t know,” I asked one of the spectators.

“Who’s the dark-haired one?” I inquired.

“The Master of Darkness, known as Kurşun!” When he said that, my eyebrows furrowed. Why had we overlooked this guy? While Kutay and Çakır were so prominent, why was this guy in the background? Moreover, everyone seemed to know him.

“What’s his name?”

“Mirza Hanoğlu!” When he said that, I turned to Cüneyt. How could he have missed him? It was clear that this guy was strong; it was evident from his stance and nickname. “Why does he use these names?”

“He usually finishes his work in the dark and then tattoos a bullet on the neck of the person he kills,” he said, and I realized he was a maniac. He knocked the blonde man to the ground and raised his arms in the air. As he exited the cage, I walked toward him. The guards immediately formed a wall in front of me. “Who are you?” they asked.

“I am Orlondo Castelli. I want to meet Mirza Hanoğlu!” When I said that, he stepped toward me. He stood directly in front of me. “I have no business with someone who traffics women and sells them like slaves!” he said, turning to his men.

“Escort Mr. Orlondo to the door! And don’t let him in here again!” he said, leaving without even looking back. As I gritted my teeth and watched him leave, the men were staring at me. “Tell your boss! He made a huge mistake!” I said as I exited.

When Cüneyt and I returned to the hotel room, I hissed, “Put this Mirza guy under close surveillance! He will pay for what he did!” My hands clenched into fists as his words still echoed in my ears. Cüneyt nodded, and as he was leaving, one of the men I had ordered came in.

He handed me a file. “Bro, I researched the guy as you wanted! He’s a real drunkard. He has a bedridden wife and a daughter. The daughter works,” he said, raising my eyebrows. Such dogs always had the same fate.

“Give me the file!”

As I took the file and looked over the information, I saw a picture of his daughter. She was very beautiful, dark-haired, with lovely facial features. “Does this girl have a boyfriend or something?” I asked. He shook his head. “Everyone said positive things about her. Bro, she hasn’t had a boyfriend either,” he said, and I started to grin.

“Contact the guy and tell him I’m waiving his debt in exchange for the girl! This girl has to be mine!” I said, and they nodded. I could sell this girl for a very good price.

Cüneyt asked, “Are you going to do what I think you are?”

“Yes, I’m going to buy this girl and sell her to someone else! This girl is worth more than the others,” I replied, laughing coldly. No man could resist her innocent demeanor. She might even sell at an auction. Before long, one of the men came back.

“Bro, the girl’s father agreed!” When he said that, I nodded.

“Then you will bring this girl to me tomorrow, and then we’re flying to Italy. I’ll be the first to taste her!” I said, licking my lips.