Desiring her
1859 Words
¶LUCIANO SIN RUSSO¶
“Bambino!” I heard my father laugh at the other end of the line. He had called me immediately I climbed into the back seat of the white Ferrari that would drive me back home.
By Hades! I needed a three hour steamed bath in the jacuzzi and a whole lot of wine to flush whatever had just happened from my memory.
My first time standing beside a bride on an altar, and she wasn’t even mine.
“Father.” I replied, dryly.
“Ah! You do not seem to be in a good mood, my boy. The bride didn’t stress you, did she? If she is a problem, you could always get rid of her and…”
Of course. Leave it to my father to get rid of anything that gave him the slightest bit of inconvenience.
“There is no need for that, father. She is alright, and very beautiful. You will like her.”
He laughed heartily. I couldn’t help but smile. The man had his demons, but he was still fun to be around most of the time. His laughter turned into a violent cough, and I found myself sitting up, a wave of urgency coursed through me.
“Are you alright, father? Your cough, it’s getting worse.”
“Ah! Si! I am alright. Anyways, I have a job for you, bambino.”
I frowned at no one in particular. All my hopes to return home, stuff my stomach with food, and rest, had been thrown out of the window by a single sentence.
“Alehandro, the man from the club, messed up my precious goods. I heard from the guys at base…it’s a thousand kilos short.”
My eyes widened in shock.
“A thousand what?!” I found myself exclaiming. I ran my fingers down my hair.
What the hell had he been thinking? It was foolish of anyone to dare to dupe Alvaro Russo! And with a thousand kilos…what?!
He was a goner. There was no saving him.
“I knew you would be busy with the wedding, so I sent the boys to get him to the warehouse and prepare…”He paused to sniff. “…a little bath for him.”
I sunk into my seat. I knew exactly what my father meant by “a little bath.”
“I need you to go over there, get him to tell you where my goods are at, and dispose of him. Capisce?”
I shifted in my seat and narrowed my eyes at Gonzalez, who was watching me from the rearview mirror.
“Si padre. Yes, I understand.”
The call ended immediately, and I tossed my phone to the side.
“Is everything alright?” Gonzalez asked.
I looked up at him and heaved a sigh. I raised my hands to my head and massaged the sides of my head gently.
“We have a job to finish at the warehouse.”
He turned his focus back to the road.
“Shall I change course then?”
“No.” I blurted out.
“We’ll get home first. I need to ensure my father’s bride reached some safely.”
It was necessary for me to do so. Silvero Romano had already succeeded in pulling a fast one on us. I had to stay alert, in case he had more tricks up his sleeve. Or incase the substitute bride got any silly ideas.
Once we got home, I found her fixed to the ground, left under the mercy of my sisters. It was a pitiful sight, believe me. She looked like she could have peed her pants any second from then.
After rescuing her from the sorry sight, I instructed the steward to take her to her room, but not without informing everyone to have dinner and go to bed. They did not need to wait up for me, because I was not certain when I would return.
Immediately I stepped out of the house, I got into the car again, and we hit the road heading towards the warehouse.
It was a two hour drive there, as usual. It was situated far from home, in the outskirts of the city, just how my father wanted it.
Gonzalez pushed the metal doors of the warehouse open, and I stepped in.
My keen eyes glanced around the dimly lit room, taking note of every face and body that was present there.
Gonzalez closed the doors and walked behind me. From the corner of my left eye, I watched him disappear into a door at the distal right end of the dusty room.
I hissed and returned my gaze to the men in front of me.
Just as my father had said, Alejandro, a former business associate and supplier, was chained upside down, his body suspended from the edge of a platform.
A twisted grin formed on my face.
I loved it when the boys got creative with torture techniques. It was a good thing to know they had learnt well from my father and I.
His red eyes opened up with fear once he caught sight of me. The man continued to scream at the top of his voice.
“Please! Have mercy! Sin Russo! Have mercy! It was…it was the devil’s doing! I swear on it!”
My smile dissolved into a deep scowl.
I slid my both hands into my pockets as I glared at him. His blood trickled down his head, neck, and every other part of his body. He was bruised badly, the boys had certainly given him a thorough beating before I arrived.
Good to know they were having fun.
“You know what I hate the most, Alejandro?”
He started to shiver, amidst the heat in the room.
“When you blame the innocent devil for the decisions you made yourself. I hate, when men are cowardly brats and blame the devil for the ill they brought upon themselves!” Molten rage coursed through my veins. I had found the perfect recipient of all the pent up anger built inside me, and I was going to treat him accordingly.
“Please…”
“Where are the goods!”
“The Russians!” He cried out.
“The Russians have them. They were going to pay more, I…”
Gonzalez stood beside me. He stretched the pistol in his right hand towards me and I picked it up.
Now that I had known where the goods were, I could dispose of him.
“please…Luciano, come on! I…”
The sound of the gunshot filled the air, as I put a bullet through his head.
“Take him away." I instructed the rest of the men.
As I turned my back to leave, Gonzalez looked at me. He pushed a half bottle of Vodka towards me and I grabbed it immediately.
I rushed into my office and banged the door behind me. I would be there till I had drank my senses away, and I was satisfied with my drunken state.
~•~
I strolled into the house. It was 10pm from the look of the short and long hands of the antique clock. I should have walked up the stairs and headed to my room immediately, but instead, I felt an urge in me to sneak into Violet’s instead.
I could blame it on the alcohol. Yes, I most definitely will.
I desperately wanted to turn my eyes away from the corridor that led to her room, and walk up the stairs to mine, but something…a force I could not refuse pushed me to the corridor.
In less than twenty seconds, I was standing in front of her room door. The door was partially opened, and her lights were on.
She was seated at the edge of her bed, her back turned to me as she stared out of the window.
Her long and dark hair was let loose, flowing down the length of her back. She was clad in a purple night dress with straps for sleeves.
By hades! She was so f*****g beautiful.
As beautiful as the seven-year-old angel that helped me out of the puddle underneath the rain seventeen years ago. How could I ever forget her?
I did not know when a groan escaped my lips, but it was more than enough to draw attention to myself.
“Luciano?” She called out.
I pulled myself away from the door and kept my back glued to the brick wall.
“Luciano? Is that you?”
She called out.
My heart raced at an incredibly alarming rate. So fast that I could barely breathe.
I was taken back to years ago, when I longed to hear her call my name in her soft and sultry angelic voice.
Here she was! Calling out to me in the middle of the night, but I could not reach out to her.
If anything, I should have hated and despised her for her treachery and lies.
Yet…I wanted her. In my drunken state, I wanted her so much.
The door opened and she stood in front of me.
“Luciano.” She sounded relieved as she caught sight of me.
“I’m sorry. I know you said to not stay up, but I just couldn’t sleep, and I…”
“Shit.” I hissed.
She narrowed her eyes on me.
“What?”
Hell, did I say that out loud?
I leaned out of the wall and stood in front of her. She staggered backwards as her gaze locked with mine.
“Are you alright, Luciano? Do you need…”
The rest of her sentence hung midair as I caught hold of her right hand and pulled he closer to me. Her firm breasts were pressed against my chest, and she hitched a breath when her gaze dropped to my lips.
Shit! Even in the dark, she was so f*****g sexy and beautiful.
I wanted to kiss her…I needed to kiss her.
Slowly, I traced my thumb over the skin of her right cheek, feeling her slowly melt into me.
I wanted her, and I had a feeling she wanted me too. But there was something between us, like a bridge. We were standing so close to each other, yet we felt so far apart.
Violet's eyes danced around me, before she took two steps backwards. My hands fell to my sides.
I saw the blaring look in her eyes. It screamed the words, "I can't do this."
For some reason, I felt disappointed. I wasn't supposed to, she was my father's f*****g wife! Why did not being able to kiss her fill me with so much hurt?
She turned away from me and stepped back into the room, closing the door behind her.
The sound of my ringing tone intercepted my thoughts.
It must have slapped me back to my sense as well.
I turned my back towards her door and disappeared from the corridor, before I picked my phone from my pocket and stared at the caller ID displayed on the screen.
It was my father.
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