The Forbidden Daffodil

Chapter 2

He cleaned himself thoroughly and took a towel to dry his body. She kept on ogling at his features while rubbing herself with soap under the shower. Once he left the washroom she took a long shower to relax her muscles and came out of the washroom wearing a bathrobe. He was already getting ready inside the closet when she decided to comment.

“Afraid of having a child with me?” She knew every time they had s*x, he used condom. Even if they didn’t use protection he would have never released his seeds in her core.

“No.” One firm and clear reply from his side didn’t create a strong point in front of her.

“We are engaged already. Then what’s the problem.” She spoke with frustration filled in her voice.

He took a sharp breath and moved towards her holding a sinister smile on his.

“Do you think I am answerable to you? If you, then you are highly mistaken. Enjoy what we have.” He pushed her to the nearby wall and licked the area of her neck seductively.

“Umm. I just enjoy being with you.”

“Then don’t ask much.” He pointed his fingers to the dress he selected for her before leaving the room. She got ready and came downstairs to have breakfast.

The breakfast table was as usual filled with plenty of food. She saw Marcus, the head of the security standing with a serious look.

“What’s wrong Marcus. Seems like we have got guests.”

“Of course Mam. Three imposters by the way.” Marcus replied with a devilish smile. She knew the meaning of the smile. Surely those importers would be tortured like hell before tasting their death.

“Hope your Boss would love those gifts.” She smiled back mentioning the name of the Boss.

“Seems like my day has started nice.” The voice was enough to tell the people inside, who had arrived.

“Carlos Joseph Marcello.”

He entered with his signature intimidating aura. Marcus bowed his head and gave a short detail of the matter. Settling himself on the chair he waited for his maid to serve him breakfast.

While having breakfast he discussed a few matters to take immediate actions. The growing issues in the business was creating a big fuss. No way he was willing to take some extra headache. One imposter was found in his office in New York City. They had taken care of that.

After finishing their breakfast he looked at his woman who was looking forward to hearing from him.

“What are you thinking now?” He asked her again.

“Wedding date.” She laughed but didn’t continue laughing when he gave her a hard glare.

“We have a serious issue here. I am flying to Detroit tonight. Enjoy your shopping.” He winked before leaving the breakfast table.

“Thank you.” She replied and walked towards the other direction.

He informed his security and made his way towards the basement of the mansion. Marcus took the lead and opened a cellar to let him in.

Those three men whom they caught red handed were kept in three different cells. One of them committed suicide, after the unbearable tortures they had done. Two of them were still alive and begging for death. They in no way wanted to survive after bearing their inhuman tortures.

“Did they say the name?” Carlos asked Marcus. In a reply he nodded his head to give a negative gesture.

“Then don’t dare to waste my time by calling me here. Get back to me when they open their dirty mouth.” Saying so he was about to leave the cellar when an ear piercing sound was heard.

“Surely Dexter had cut his finger.” Marcus replied casually.

“How could the third one commit suicide? You guys are good for nothing. I want them alive as long as they hold the information.” One clear indication was enough for Marcus to take his next steps. He immediately gathered his men to instruct them thoroughly.

“Let’s see the one who got the best treatment.” He winked when Marcus was done with his instructions. The best treatment meant that worst torture anyways. Marcus let him move towards another cellar where the half dead person was hanging from the ceiling. There was not a single centimeter left on his body, from where he was not bleeding. They were slapping the half dead from time to time to keep his consciousness enough to speak a few words.

Once he reached the room he saw the pool of blood and smirked like a maniac. Encircling the hanging body he looked at the man who seemed to be a piece of meat only.

“Name.” He growled, making everyone shiver.

There came no response from the man who was bleeding to death. He turned his face to the rest of his men who were standing there.

They immediately gave some more details about the person. The man who was hanging like a piece of meat was from Detroit. His name was Ron. He was working for Sylvester who was none but one of his sworn enemies. What he demanded at that time was a single lead to reach Sylvester. He was not sure of how this man sneaked in his heavily guarded area. But one thing he knew was that whoever had helped him would face the same consequences.

“I know you work for Sylvester. Tell me the name of my men who helped you.” It might be the biggest sentence that he had spoken till now. He was never a man of long sentences or large conversations. Sometimes his smirk or raised brow did enough justice to bring out the words from his captive’s mouth.

“Haven’t ……seen……. …. Face..” long pause “his face…”

Another long pause that irked him too much. Marcus looked at his Boss’s face to know more. He definitely had some plan for them.

“If he hadn’t seen the face who guided him, then he doesn’t need those eyes anymore.”

Marcus already knew the meaning of that sentence. Even though Ron was almost at the verge of passing out, those words poured like some hot lead into his ears. He started moving his hands abruptly in those restraints to break free. All of his attempts died immediately when a whip landed on his bare body again. The amount of blood that gathered on the ground was enough to make the floor slippery.

“Let me go.” Even though His faint voice didn’t fail to reach his ears, he didn’t bother to pay attention. How would a man even think of living after being tortured that much? So sad. He scoffed mentally before exiting the room. One after another loud cry made the basement shiver like anything. His eyes were plucked out one after another. Ron was dangling in between life and death. He was unable to feel anything and slowly they found his body getting stilled in those restraints.

Carlos reached his office after instructing his men to dump the body. But not before sending those eyeballs to Sylvester. He wanted to put a hard slap on his cheek to invade his territory. He wanted to prove his strength. He wanted to tell that the title King belongs to him only. The one and only Carlos.

He was frustrated with Sylvester for one year. That Irish Mafia was way too hungry to grab a hold on American Underworld. He did not understand the fact that it belonged to Carlos. Carlos is the superior and the leading Mafia in American Continent. Just to avoid the gang war at first place he was not attacking the entire troop of Sylvester. He was searching for Sylvester to rip his heart off. Carlos made his way up to this not by smoking weed. He killed brutally, tortured mercilessly and pulled out every throne out of his path to rule the world. He never denied joining hands for business. But he didn’t forget to cut down every finger that ever tried to raise to grab his power and position.

Chapter 2

A man in his early thirties was drinking along with one more man. Three of them seemed to enjoy the moments.

"So, what makes you come here?" Carlos was asked the simplest yet complicated question by David.

"Just to have a look at my own club. Sometimes you need to pay a visit to your own properties." Carlos laughed while clinking his glass with David. Of course he had come down to Detroit to track down the rest of the moves that were slowly chewing the lion's tail. And here the lion was none but him who had to expand his claws. Sometimes ignorance to the little irritation could cause a big headache.

David was working under him for the past few years. It was not that hard to read through his words. There was more information in between the lines that he usually spoke.

"Sylvester had created a fuss. I remember hitting his two men yesterday." David opened up his mouth and raised his finger to the girl who was dancing on the floor. She came towards them, swaying her beautiful body and heavy ass.

"I wonder how he could even gather so much courage to step in." Carlos gulped down the rest of his whiskey from the glass and waited for the next round.

"No idea Boss." David laughed when the girl sat on his lap to give him a lap dance. He was a thoroughly s*x addict who never thought twice before banging a girl and knocking her out. The girl kept on grinding her body on his crotch area. She was wearing bare minimum clothes and seeing her open skin only David felt hard in his pants.

Carlos looked at the other girl who was waiting for his approval before approaching him. David was his old pal and only he had a bare minimum right to have a friendly session with the most ruthless American Mafia.

"Thinking of Greta?" David looked at Carlos who was busy scrutinizing the entire club. He was looking for one particular face that was missing since he had arrived. On the other hand David thought he might be ignoring the pleasure thinking about his engagement with Greta. Though they were just engaged, sooner or later they had to marry. Greta belonged to a family related to American mafia itself. Her father handles florida. In a nutshell the couple did strike a nice deal.

Carlos was still lost in his actions when a waitress came to serve him another drink. Though she was dressed in a uniform that was prominently speaking her position, she held a nice smile while holding the drinks for him.

Her exposed cleavage looked enough alluring and the moment she extended her hand to offer the glass, Carlos touched her wrist internationally. Placing the glass back at its place turned his face to read something from her eyes. She blinked twice before going back to her previous posture as she was leaning to serve him the drink. As soon as her back got strengthened a harsh pull made her sit on Carlos's lap. A small gasp left her mouth when he settled her on his thighs making her back face him. Slowly his hand reached near her neck and grabbed the area. Gently massaging the area he brought the glass of whiskey which she had just offered him. He brought the glass near her lips and rubbed it gently on her glossy lips. She pursed her lips tightly to ignore the glass but couldn't move her head much due to the fear.

She was feeling uncomfortable as well as scared. Her sweaty palms were fisted and placed on her thighs. The shivering didn't go unnoticed by Carlos. He let out a soft chuckle and whispered in her ears.