Chapter 30: Do It, I Dare You

Chapter 30: Do It, I Dare You

Abigail

Luciano looked right into my eyes and I saw them darken. The thin shorts I was wearing were practically nothing, he moved them aside effortlessly. He brought the gun close to my pussy and put more pressure, making me whimper at the feeling of the gun between my folds.

“Ride it.” He mumbled, I bit my lips and smiled.

“Hmm, what if you shoot me?” I tease him, touching his hardened dick outside his pants.

“Then I will have to shoot myself as well.” He whispered.

I giggled and kissed him, whimpering into his mouth when he started guiding my hips back and forth, the gun pressing right on my clit. I began moving on my own, breaking the kiss and tilting my head back. My eyes shut from the pleasure.

“So fucking beautiful, keep riding it for me.” He breathed.

The combination of the coldness of the weapon and his dirty words brought me closer to an orgasm already and I started moaning when he focused on my clit.

“That is it, Abigail. I want to hear you scream for me.” His free hand found its way around my throat and he moved the gun faster, making me come to the edge.

“Cum for me,” his tone dripped with hunger and I felt my orgasm rip its way through my body as I moaned his name loudly.

As I came down from my high, he kissed my neck and I relaxed against him. With a hushed tone, he mumbled.

“You are going to be the fucking end of me.”

*****
Ambrose POV.

The first thing I saw when I entered my brother's house was the young woman, Abigail. She was sitting on his lap in the kitchen and she was smiling and laughing. They hadn't noticed me yet, they just sat there and talked, gazing at each other. I have never seen my brother like this, so soft. He was usually a strict and serious man which was one of the reasons he was so feared and respected and as a Don, you ought to be. I walked towards them and cleared my throat, their heads snapped to me and a warm smile coated her lips.

“Good morning, Ambrose.” She said and I nodded at her.

“Good morning, Des.” I greeted my brother and her brows scrunched together.

“What? Why did you call him Des?”

She look at my brother for an answer and I stayed quiet, not knowing if he wanted to tell her

“Des is my birth name, it is short for Desmond. Luciano is actually my middle name after my grandfather. But Des is mostly used only by family and friends.”

I observed their conversation, not saying a word. What was so special about this girl was that my brother was so mesmerized by her. I mean, there was no doubt that she is beautiful and when I studied her face, her pretty body and the way her face lit up when she speaks. I actually came to the conclusion that she was much more than having a pretty face. She is stunning.

“Ambrose?” I snapped my eyes at my brother.

“Yes?”

“I asked you a question.” He looked at me, waiting for my response with a slight frown.

“What?” I mumbled.

“How is it going with Carlos?” He took a sip of his coffee.

I was surprised he was willing to talk about such stuff in her presence, I didn't think they were so serious. My brother was a private person, not sharing his business with anyone who didn't earn to know. I guess it was different with her, I cleaned my jaw, she is definitely becoming a problem by being the center of his attention at all times.

“Good, the guys have been torturing him to get information, we are waiting for your orders.” I shifted my eyes to Abigail.

“But now I see why nothing has been happening.”

Her smile was gone now and she looked down, I noticed her tensing probably uncomfortable by my sudden accusation.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean, Don.”

He gently lifted her out of his lap so he could stand up, he walked towards me and I folded my arms across my chest and he had his hands in his pocket.

“Is there a problem, Ambrose?” He sighed.

I didn't want to tell him what I thought about their relationship, I didn't want to tell him that he needed to be with someone from another cartel, supposedly to form an ally because he already knew this, that he should do it to strengthen his position. But I couldn't force him.

“No, forgive me , I just wanted to come here and tell you Carlo's state. I should go home now.”

He nodded at me, still there was irritation in his eyes. I turned and left, muttering a goodbye to Abigail as well. I had to fix this, I will not let my brother wreck everything we have worked for, not for her.

*****
Luciano POV.

When Ambrose walked out of the door, I turned to Abigail again. She smiled softly at me from where she sat but I could see her thoughts spinning inside her pretty little head. I sighed and stepped closer, she looked up at me as I ran my hands through her soft hair.

“Are you okay?” She nodded.

“Don't worry about what he said, you are not a problem in any way.” She smiled at me and I felt a spark in my stomach.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

****Next day****

I arrived at my brother's house, I went to the kitchen where I found my brother accompanied by Oliver and Dale. They bowed their heads to greet me when they saw me entering.

“Don,”

“Anything from Carlos?” I asked them and Oliver shook his head.

“Not really as far as we know, they needed the drugs because they didn't get enough money.”

“It doesn't matter, I am going to kill him anyway.” I pulled the gun out from my waistband and checked the magazine, it was enough to put a bullet through his head. Ambrose stood up when he saw the gun in my hand.

“You are going to kill him now?” He asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“But, don't we need more information?” He said, I opened the door and stepped down the stairs with the gun in my hands.

“I know Carlos, he won't say anything and he is no use to us.”

When I walked into the locked room, he looked extremely beaten up. My men must have gone hard on him. He raised his gaze when he heard us.

“Don't you look like shit?” I muttered to him as I took a seat on the chair in front of him.

“I won't tell you anything, you might as well kill me.” His accent was thick. I chuckled and tilted my head as I held up the gun to his face.

“Well, that is what this is for, silly.”

His eyes widened, probably regretting his comments but he stayed quiet.

“Do it, I dare you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, it was tempting but maybe he needed some more pain before I let him die. I held up the gun to his head, smirking evilly and he still held my eye contact.

“Do it,” he mumbled again.

In a quick move, I directed the gun to his thigh and fired it. He screamed