NERO'S LITTLE WITCH

Get me an horsewhip

Hella looked at him with all the hatred she had, which was considerable, and he received it without expression. He's already smoking.

Each drag he took sent smokes into her lungs, making her asthma twitch in protest, but she held it down as her hands went to his crotch.

The guards in the room all turned around immediately on the scene that's about to happen.

The trouser is dark chinos, so the zip and belt was so easy to undo. One short minute, his c**k was out.

Hella's tears dropped on it as her head went down, her mouth opened.

She took the long pink-capped c**k in her mouth.

Her warmness wrapped around it like a sheath, and Nero adjusted, but he made no sound.

He didn't touch her, he just smoked with careless grace like she was doing nothing as she sucked him slowly.

Her head was barely moving, and she hasn't even taken everything inside, but he's already logged in her throat.

Her hands gripped his thighs, so hard that her nails dug into his chinos fabric as she deep-throated, taking everything inside.

Nero looked down at her head, smirking after releasing another cloud of smokes to the air.

"You'll have to try harder." He commented.

Hella held the base, grunting as she went all in again, using her tongue to lick the shaft, the tip on the cap and the sides on the balls, using her saliva as the improvised lubricant.

"You get a D grade for that move, much better." Nero's sick voice dropped again as his head went up.

Hella felt her cheeks bulging as he started growing in her mouth, preparing to burst.

"Faster," He ordered and she followed with the pliancy of a beaten animal, looking for scrap. Her eyes reddened and cold tears leaked out.

Nero finally bursted in her mouth, releasing everything.

He pulled himself out, and Hella was about to spit away the cûm when another order came...

"Swallow it."

Her palms balled, her knuckles paled, revealing the shaky set of bones under her flesh aas she did it.

Nero bolted up and stood to his feet eventually.

She looked back up at him and held his gaze because she refused to be the one who looked away first.

He was the one who looked away.

He moved toward the door and stopped with his hand on it, his back to her.

She could still taste the cûm on her tongue, and no matter how many times she spat, the taste lingered.

"You'll be staying in room at the end of the hall," he said and left.

Down the corridor on her way to the room they'd assigned her, she passed an open doorway and caught a figure inside, standing near the window in the dark.

Luciano.

He didn't say anything but she felt his eyes follow her down the corridor.

She found the room and went inside.

[Port — 9:43pm]

Nero stood somewhere outside his suit is off, but his black shirt and waistcoat is on, and habitually, his sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and his right hand is inside his pocket where he's playing with his lighter.

The three men at the entrance looked at each other.

"You really came" a voice was heard.

"You asked me to," Nero replied, and started walking.

The man's name was Tino. He'd been the one intercepting Vitale shipments at this port for eight months, rerouting cargo, filing false damage reports, making things disappear into paperwork. He'd also been the one, three days ago, who'd sent a message to the Vitale estate and Nero had come himself because that message required a personal response.

The other two men moved when Nero reached the entrance, one to each side, and Nero looked at the one on the left and then the one on the right with the same expression he looked at everything, flat and then he did something with his elbow to the one on the right that rearranged the man's nose across his face and sent him into the corrugated wall of the warehouse and the one on the left pulled a knife which Nero took from him so smoothly and so fast using his l'Ombra technique and he buried the knife in the man's thigh, and that was both of them dealt with in under seven seconds.

Tino had stepped back into the warehouse so Nero followed him in.

He was about stepping in when his phone rang.

"Hella is threatening to jump down the balcony" Greg's voice, his personal guard was heard across the line.

"I'll be there in few minutes. You know what to do" Nero replied and ended the call.

Tino had backed up against a stack of crates in the middle of the space and was holding a gun in both hands that were shaking badly enough to be visible from the entrance, and Nero walked toward him.

"Stop, or I'll shoot you, I swear on my mother I'll shoot you right now...."

"Then shoot," Nero replied, and kept walking but Tino didn't shoot.

"Thirty-one shipments. Eighteen of them rerouted, nine reported damaged, four disappeared entirely and then you send me that message." Nero uttered.

Tino's gun was still up, still shaking. "I...i...was told to send it."

"I know you were told," Nero said. "Who sent you."

"Who sent you," Nero said again but Tino's mouth closed.

Then he did something that Nero had expected but before he could close his jaw, Nero crossed the distance between them and got his hand under the man's jaw and pushed up, forcing his mouth open, and he looked at Tino with those flat dark eyes before whispering, "Nobody dies in this building tonight except by my hand and only when I decide. So you can keep that tongue where it is and use it."

Tino's eyes were wet. His whole body was shaking now, the gun somewhere on the floor behind them, and he was making sounds that weren't words yet.

"I can't," he managed, when Nero loosened the grip enough to let him speak. "If I tell you he'll..."

"He'll what," Nero said and Tino finally spilled the name. Nero wasn't surprised though as he let go of Tino's jaw.

"You said you were told to send that message," he said.

"Yes," Tino replied.

"Was it worth it." Nero asked crouching down to his level and said gently, "I'm going to ask you that again in a moment and I want you to think about your answer."

He reached into his shirt pocket and produced a cigarette and his lighter, lit it, took one drag, and offered it to Tino, who took it with a shaking hand and smoked it.

Then Nero stood.

"Was it worth it," he asked again and before Tino could open his mouth, Nero gunned him down twice and stepped over his lifeless body and on his way out, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Get me a horse whip," he said. "The heaviest one. Soak it in acid."

He ended the call and got in the car.

In the estate, Hella was asleep and had no idea what was coming for her.