Chapter 37: I Will Fuck You When You Beg

Chapter 37: I Will Fuck You When You Beg

Luciano

I am just happy that Oliver and Dale had gotten to know Abigail more as the three of them were here quite often. I just made sure they kept a safe distance, I know how easy it is to fall for her. She didn't need nor want more male attention than necessary. My brother also noticed her on my lap.

“Good morning, Abigail.” He said and he even gave her a small smile.

“Hi, Ambrose.” She muttered.

I squeezed her waist in reassurance as I noticed that she was still tense in my brother's presence. She probably thinks he still doesn't like her.

“Don, the two Black Lotus Mafia are a part of Carlos Santana's cartel. They are probably here to see if he is alive, some of your men saw more of them near the mansion, waiting for orders.” Ambrose said, standing by the counter.

“Where are they now?” I asked and he sighed.

“Well, the two of them are in the basement like you ordered and the ones outside are all dead. They started firing towards us and we didn't have any use for them anyways.” He responded and I nodded.

“Good, we can just hope that this man gets the message. His younger brother will probably be the leader now. What a fucking mess.” I muttered and Abigail looked confused.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“You remember the guy you saw locked up in the basement?” I asked and she nodded.

“He was the leader of the Black Lotus Mafia and the reason he was there was because he tried to steal our products. And now his men are trying to get him back, they don't know I have killed him.” Her face went blank.

“You…killed him?” She stuttered, I paused before responding to her and tried to read her reaction.

“Yes, that is what happens to people who upset me.” I couldn't read the look in her eyes.

“Isn't that a risk?” She asked, I chuckled and cupped her cheek.

“Not when you are the most powerful Don in the world, my beautiful angel.” She looked at my lips but Ambrose cleared his throat and stole her attention.

“I am leaving,” he said.

“Don't screw anything up!” I yelled after him, he only waved his hand before walking out. I turned my head to Oliver and Dale.

“Watch the idiots downstairs, get something out of them. I don't want them to become a problem.” They nodded and walked to the basement.

When I returned my gaze to the young woman in my lap, she hadn't seemed to pay attention to our conversation. She was too busy eating.

“Sugarplum?” I called and she moved her eyes to me.

“Yes?”

“I want you to stay out of the basement, okay? I don't want you to see something that will upset you.” Her eyes showed her uncertainty but she nodded her head.

“Good girl,” I praised her.

Her thighs clenched together and I put a hand on her bare thigh, feeling the goosebumps she got from my touch.

“Is my angel getting aroused?” I whispered in her ear, she inhaled sharply at my deep tone. My hand moved closer to her center, forcing her legs apart.

“No,” she breathed.

“Are you lying to me?” She looked into my eyes and I saw the lust in them.

“I am not lying.”

I hummed and stood up, forcing her to stand. She gave me a confused look even though I like her attitude, she needs to learn that it will not always bring her pleasure.

“What are you doing?” She asked as I took my cup away, walking out of the kitchen.

“I will fuck you when you beg for it, not when you are acting like a brat.” She huffed and sat down, taking the spoon of yogurt into her mouth, slowly pulling it out while keeping eye contact. I smirk at her desperate try.

“I hope you can do better than that.” I mocked her.

I chuckled when she scoffed and I turned to walk to the basement.

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Abigail POV.

It has been an hour since Luciano left me alone in the kitchen, I was currently sitting on the couch in the living room. I had just got off on the phone with my mother and heard a muffled scream. I jumped at the sudden sound, I tried to ignore it but then I heard it again. What if it was Luciano? What if the two men had gotten out and were hurting him? For my reassurance, I decided to walk down, not caring about his order.

The sound of pain got louder the closer I got to the door, it was slightly ajar and I quietly pushed the door open a bit more. Oliver, Dale and Luciano had their backs on me, there were two men bound in two chairs with tape over their mouths. Their eyes snapped to me but they stayed quiet, they looked terrible with blood on their clothes and what looked like gunshots on their thighs. Has Luciano done this?

I knew what his job was and what it included but suddenly it all got so real. I watched as he lifted the gun and pointed it to one of the men's heads. He muttered something in foreign language and then fired the gun without even hesitating. I put a hand over my mouth to hold in the gasp but I still couldn't look away. My eyes were glued to the lifeless body. I turned around and hurried up the stairs before they could notice me. I felt the adrenaline fill up my body and my thoughts were on high drive. I sat on the couch and tried to calm down my heartbeat, I wasn't scared or anything, l was just stunned. I heard the muffled voice and soon I heard Luciano shout my name. I didn't answer, I just waited until he found me which he soon did. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw me and walked to sit beside me.

“Didn't you hear me, angel?” He said, he put a hand on my thigh, stroking it. It calmed me and I exhaled.

“Are you okay? You look tense.” He sounded concerned and he studied my face for any kind of explanation.

“I am fine, I just…my mother called and she wanted me to come home for a little while.” I lied and he stood up from the couch.

“Alright, let me drive you.” He said.

I decided to let him, my car was at home anyway so it was either that or walking and he would never let me walk home. I took my bag with clothes with me and soon we were on our way to my house. My parents were at work, it was only one o'clock in the afternoon so he could drop me off just outside our house. But he drove through the gate and he walked out to open my door. He insisted on walking me in and held a hand on my lower back, he closed the door after us and turned to me.

“When do you want me to pick you up again, tonight”