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Vito

Her lips were soft and plump. They were a sin, a devilish sin that I would have no problem committing over and over again. This attraction and this longing were dangerous for me. Hell, it was dangerous for her. She would have no way of running, no way of fighting, she would give in sooner or later. I was so used to sooner that this game of cat and mouse was actually making me want her more. After last night, I wanted to give her space. I didn't know what I was capable of when I was around her. I just wanted to lift her up over my shoulder and take her to my bedroom, have my way with her. Give her pleasure and pain. From what I saw, she enjoys a little pain. I was the problem. I was the one reacting when she was in any sort of pain. I want to comfort her and yet I want to cause her more pain for being so innocent and willing. I knew I was dominant and possessive over many things but I didn't know I was sadistic.

I spent all morning in my office. I had a few things to take care of anyway.

"Voce cuidou do nosso amiguinho," I told Antonio over the phone. He said he had taken care of our friend or should I say, enemy.

"e Faron?" I asked. Antonio told me he was laying low and not causing any problems for now. "Good." I hung up the phone and went to get dressed. I wore one of my favorite suits since I was about to close on a good business deal tonight.

"Vito," Celina called as I headed towards the front door.

"What?" my tone was a bit harsh but I never knew how to speak to her.

"I wanted to go out and pick up a few things for myself,"

"I am not your father or your keeper," I told her. "You can come and go as you please." I knew I was stretching the truth. I never lie but this felt like a half-truth and half lie. I wanted her to stay here where I knew she would always be safe.

"Okay," Celina said softly. She left back upstairs and I slammed the door closed as I left.

- A Few Hours Later-

"Como vai tudo?" I asked Antonio

"Bom," he answered. "The shipment arrived last night. Everything looks good."

"Perfect," I needed my arsenal so I could protect my city.

"We have a meeting with Ricky," Antonio told me.

"Is he here?"

"Yes,"

"Bring him to my office in the warehouse," I left to my office as Antonio went to find our associate Ricky.

A few minutes later, Ricky was being pushed into my office by Antonio.

"So, Chefe," Ricky said. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh no, Ricky, What can I do for you?" I said calmly.

"You can pay me what you owe me," he said. I carefully took out the gun from my top drawer and placed it in front of me on the desk. "I mean, please."

"Ricky," I said. "You know I let you do business around my city because I like you."

"Yeah,"

"So, we have a trust and a partnership you shouldn't try to take advantage of," I said.

"I have never done deals in your city,"

"I know,"

"So?"

"So, nothing," I told him. "I don't think it is me who owes you money but you who owes me money. I protect you and eliminate your competition. I have also given you a spot to deal without fear of being hustled or harassed by cops."

"I know,"

"So, WHERE IS MY MONEY, RICKY," I said harsher and louder. Ricky quickly reached for his pockets. Antonio became worried and reached for his gun. I did not.

"Here," Ricky said. He threw bundles of cash on my desk. I didn't even blink. "For someone who hates drugs and doesn't want them in his city, you sure don't care about taking money from drug dealers."

"It's business," I answered. "I own you." I knew Ricky wanted to roll his eyes but he didn't.

"You can leave now," Antonio said. Antonio's phone rang. "Vito, we have a problem." 

I walked quickly to my car and headed to the address Antonio gave me. A few minutes later, I was here. I saw my anjinho looking lovely in jeans and a white crop top. Her hair was in a messy bun and her lips painted a soft pink. This would have been a lovely sight to see if he wasn't there harassing my little angel. Her face was in distress. That rat had his hands on her. She was trying to pull away but she couldn't. I pushed the button to bring down the car window.

"GET IT IN THE f*****g CAR!" I shouted. Celina looked relieved but still scared. Greg quickly let her arm go. Celina made her way towards the car.

"You too," I said to Greg. His face went pale. I think he was wondering if he could run away. I assured him with my eyes that he couldn't. He slowly made his way to the car. Celina sat closely next to me. Greg sat in the front seat with the driver. I can guarantee he was sweating his balls off right now.

"Va para o armazem," I told the driver. We headed back to the warehouse.

"Did you have a nice outing?" I asked Celina. "Well, before he interrupted you."

"Um," I was always intrigued and annoyed by that response. "Yeah." I was surprised she actually answered with more than an um. We made it to the warehouse. My driver drove the car into one of the buildings.

"GET OUT GREG!" Greg reluctantly got out of the car. "Stay here, Celina. I'll be back soon."

"I can explain," Greg mumbled. "I saw her and was talking to her but then the b***h just said something and I snapped." I pulled out the gun one of my men had in his holster jacket.

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