Chapter 80: Kill Him

Chapter 80: Kill Him

Abigail

My moans echoed through the foyer with each thrust as he rammed into me deeper and deeper. I had forgotten how good he felt and how good he fucked me and owned me.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Your tight little pussy is made for my dick to fill you. Isn't that right?” He breathed.

“Yes, daddy.” I moaned, the nickname made him proud with even more aggression. I felt my climax arriving and my nails dug into his shoulder because of it.

His face nestled in the nape of my neck and my fingers tugged on his hair, causing him to groan.

“I am going cum.” I whimpered, my eyes closing.

“Do it, cum all over my dick.” He said into my ear and I let the orgasm take over me. I cried out in pleasure, his name failing my lips over and over again.

I felt him twitch inside me and then his warm seed filled my stomach. I rode out of my orgasm until he pulled out of me with a dark grunt, he moved his head back and kissed me, his hand dropping to hold me up. I moaned into the kiss, the taste of him was enough to arouse me all over again. He then pulled back and tilted my chin up by grabbing my jaw.

“My good girl.” He said, smirking.

“Only yours.”

A few hours later, we were walking into one of his wearhouse, the closet we got to the main room, the one with all the roof-high shelves, the more my heartbeat sped up. I don't know if he had a feeling that I was getting nervous or saw it on my face but he grabbed my hand as we walked side by side. I looked up at him and he smiled.

“Don't worry, this will all be over soon.” I nodded, facing forward again.

When we got there, there were at least a dozen men lined up along the shelves and we stopped in the open area between them. Luciano muttered something to one of the men and he scurried off. While we waited, he took out the gun he kept in his waistband and he held it up in front of his face, analyzing the weapon. When loud steps echoed against the stone floor, I snapped my head towards the sound. Coming towards us were two men, holding a person between them.

Even though they had a bag over their heads, I knew it was Michael. He was wearing the same clothes as last night and making me think they must have captured him then as well. They stopped in front of us and I watched as they pulled off the bag. He had a tape over his mouth and an irritated frown on his face. He looked like shit, his hair sticking to his forehead that glistened with sweat. He had a black eye, supposedly from earlier but Luciano himself or his men. He struggled a bit but the two large men were too big for him to take on. His eyes moved around the large room at last landing on me. There was a coldness coating his face that was so dark and it gave me chills. Luciano stepped closer to him.

“It was a mistake not killing you when I got the chance.” He said, ripping the tape away.

“And I will not make that mistake again.”

Micheal was breathing heavily, from anger I assumed. He spat on the floor, his saliva mixed with blood and then he lifted his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. Not even a hint of emotion or sympathy.

“Always the big bad Don to the rescue.” He said, moving his gaze slowly to Luciano.

“My death won't do you any justice, I am not the only one seeking revenge.” He spat, the muscle in his jaw flexing.

I believed him, the information wasn't exactly new to either of us, The Black Lotus Mafia was laying low for now but they could strike at any time. Even though they had nothing against Luciano's cartel, we still didn't take their threats lightly.

“We know, Abigail has a way of attracting scumbags like you.” Luciano said seriously.

“That information surprised me, if you would have been attractive, I would understand.You give off more of a whore like vibe.” Micheal smirked.

In the beat of a heart, Luciano's fist collided with his jaw, making his head fly to the side. His body automatically followed but the men who held him forced him to straighten up quickly. He spat blood on the floor and tried to squirm out of their grip again.

“You should know better than to express yourself like that.” Luciano said firmly, an annoyed frown on his face.

Michael stayed silent, Luciano huffed and raised his gun, aiming at his forehead. I waited for him to cock the gun and pulled the trigger but instead he looked at me.

“Come.” I stepped to stand beside him and he put the weapon in my grip. He wanted me to shoot him, he wanted me to be the one who killed Micheal.

Luciano walked to stand behind me and I felt his breath on the side of my face. His hand rested on my waist, while the other guided my armed hand up. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I looked into Michael's eyes. He looked calm, although somewhat bewildered that I was going to be the one ending his life.

“Aim between his eyes.” He uttered lowly in ear and I did what he said, I did what he has taught me to do.

“Cock it,” I moved down the safety lock.

“Now shoot.”

It was complete silence even Micheal seemed to have accepted his fate.

“Take revenge for what he did to you.”

I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hand from shaking. I am doing this for me, I thought. I am doing this because he deserves it. Not in a million years would I believe a year ago that I would be in this position.

“Do it, baby. Kill him.”

The loud sound of the gun firing echoed against the walls and my eyes closed for a second. When I opened them, I was met with Michael's lifeless body. I killed him. I exhaled deeply and lowered my arm. Luciano kissed my cheek.

“Good girl.” He whispered.

I was shocked by what I had just done but at the same time my mind felt relieved and safe. He would no k longer have the chance to get his hands on me again. It was the right thing to do, it was right.