The Mafioso's Wrath

CHAP 7

(WARNING: BLOOD)

Bending slightly, I pressed my palms on the wall and stared in disbelief at my manhood as the cold shower water streamed down my body. Hindi ko matanggap na ang babaeng iyon pa talaga ang magiging dahilan kung bakit ako nasa ganitong sitwasyon ngayon. I get it; I'm just a man, but for Pete's sake! I hate her!

I just let out a violent breath and turned off the water. I started to dry myself and walked out of the bathroom with the towel around my waist. I was ready to head to the walk-in closet, but three knocks on the door stopped me from walking. As Claudio entered a little while later, he couldn't look at me directly, as if he wasn't sure what to say.

"What?" I asked coldly.

He bowed quickly. "M-Ma'am Irrah called some guards, m-my lord."

"For what?" My forehead wrinkled.

He lifted his gaze briefly, only to swiftly divert it once more. "I-I'm not sure, but I heard her asking them w-who..." He stopped for a moment. "Who can claim her."

After that, a brief silence enveloped the room. Claudio's demeanor betrayed a hint of nervous anticipation as he awaited my response. Unintentionally, a smirk danced across my lips.

You're really that desperate, huh?

"Where are they?" I asked simply.

"They are inside your office," he answered, trying to steady his voice.

I didn't say a word and walked out of my room without emotion.

"I know it's embarrassing, but I really need your help," I heard Irrah say when I got to the office.

The door was open, so I was able to enter freely. I found her standing in front of my desk while my five men surrounded her. Her mouth fell open when our eyes met. She gave my entire body a slow glance. Without emotion, I leaned against the side of the door with my arms crossed. I like to watch how far her desperation will go.

She averted her gaze, redirecting her attention to my men, who intermittently stole glances in my direction. It appeared as though they anticipated my decision on whether to intervene or not. Irrah swallowed nervously, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her knees betraying a subtle tremor. A momentary pause filled the air before she gathered herself with a deep breath and continued speaking.

"I will not be angry. I won't complain. Take me the way you want. Please? I really need someone to... fvck me," she said the last line in an almost whispered voice.

My lips lifted to the side. When my guards did not reply, despite the seeming signs of lust in their eyes, I slowly moved away from leaning and made my way towards my seat. When I was finally sitting down, I rested my elbows on the table and gestured with my hand for them to do what they wanted to do.

I folded my hands under my chin as they moved forward almost simultaneously. I watched them all. I laughed in the back of my mind and turned my attention to Irrah, who was now biting her lower lip.

"They all want you. What will you do now?" I got her attention.

She looked at me for a moment before turning her head. She played with her fingers as if she didn't know what to do either. Later, she raised her eyes to me again.

"Can . . . you choose for me?" she said softly.

I let out a cold laugh before leaving my focus on the table. I leaned back in the chair and tilted my head slightly as I watched my men. Even if there was fear in their eyes, it was mixed with hope to be chosen for the woman who was serving as an offering in front of them.

"Why do you have to choose when you can have them all?" I said with a sinister smile, my gravelly voice cutting through the silence.

The five men in front of us straightened up when I looked at them again. "Guess like you are all lucky."

They secretly smiled, happy with my decision.

"Claudio," I called my butler.

He quickly entered and paid his respects for a while. "Yes, my lord?"

"Lock the door."

He nodded to me and immediately followed. When the door was finally closed, Irrah looked at me nervously. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

She shook her head. "This is not what I want—AAAHHH!"

And the next thing that happened made her tremble in fear.

One by one, I ruthlessly executed my men, the gunfire resonating like a bizarre raindrop. The horrible thuds of each body hitting the floor were blended with the crisp cracks of gunfire. The expensive carpet was stained with smeared blood, serving as a grim reminder of my unforgiving rule.

I released a brief exhale, devoid of emotion, and nonchalantly placed the gun I had been gripping onto the table's edge, mirroring the spot from which I initially retrieved it. Irrah remained stunned, trembling as she surveyed the aftermath of my lifeless crew. Each one bore the mark of a precise shot to the forehead or throat.

"Now, little fox, do you want me to call more guards?"

She cast a gradual gaze in my direction, her complexion draining of color as she shook her head repeatedly, until she ultimately crumpled to the ground, landing on her feet. The sound of her stifled sobs reached my ears.

I disdainfully scoffed, rising from my chair with deliberate steps. Advancing towards her, I lifted the revolver from the table once again, positioning myself almost at eye level. With a clenched jaw, I locked eyes with her, intensifying my gaze as I aimed the gun at her head.

Her sobs hung suspended in the air, her eyes widening as they met mine. She attempted to speak, but her words faltered as she shut her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut in fear as I pressed the cold metal of my gun against her forehead.

"You should have begged me more, little fox," I said with a menacing edge. "You know I don't want to share my possessions with others, especially my toys. You are my prisoner, Irrah. I hold your life. You should only beg for me."

"Sorry..." she rasped, and her tears flowed from her closed eyes. "Please... I just want you to spare me some time."

"Do you really want to be fvcked? Are you really that desperate?" I asked coldly.

Her eyes gradually opened. "Yes . . ." she answered in a slow way.

I grinned and stood up. With a slight forward bend, I approached one of my men who was near my location. I moved my gun slowly from his throat to his head. Coating it with his blood.

"Strip, Irrah," I said emotionlessly, then looked back at her.

Tension hung in the air like a heavy veil. Her eyes widening in surprise, and her mouth dropping open in disbelief, caught off guard by the unexpected command. For a moment, the room was silent, like it was creating an eerie backdrop for what was about to unfold.

Recovering from the initial shock, she composed herself, closing her mouth as she slowly rose to her feet. Numerous times, she swallowed nervously before finally locking eyes with me, as if summoning courage from deep within her chest. Her hands, in a deliberate motion, started to peel away the layers of clothing until her entire form lay bare before me.

We stared at each other for a moment.

I smirked and then closed the distance between us when nervousness flashed in her eyes. She remained standing, motionless, speechless. I brought the gun I was holding to her neck and guided it to the center of her chest. I let my man's blood spread on her skin.

"I may be ruthless, but I don't force myself on women, Irrah . . ." I whispered slowly with a sense of danger that sent shivers down her spine. "Now, little fox, I will ask you again." My lip curled devilishly as I stared straight into her eyes. "Are you sure you want to be fvcked mercilessly?"