109- Did You Say Fortress? -Part 2
Lucus
Payback if you will as they messed with my family. Putting a bullet in my brother and best friend and messing with OUR woman. And because of that they get instant death. A generous solution to all our problems but a small piece of me wished that I could torture each one of them slowly until they begged me to end their miserable lives.
Now, shoving my inner thoughts away do I move to blow my whistle, signaling that it was time for a break. Each of my men earning it as they trained rigorously each day without cause.
With loud exhales and a few groans do most of my men fall to the mats. Bodies exhausted as they fight to improve themselves greatly. Their bodies completely bruised and bloodied and full of sweat too that these men excelled in all of their trainings. Something we would need if we wanted to defeat the Manocchino’s and the Salvatore’s.
Patting each of them on the back and offering what little encouragement that I could do, do I move to leave the room. Hoping that by doing that, that I’ve boosted their egos. Not one to be the sentiment type of man do I move to think back to Antonio and his family. Only ever meeting at what we like to call a Mafia Gala does he and those associated with him leave nothing but a bitter taste to my mouth as I frown.
Our families always at odds with one another and while some say that we’re psychotic and ruthless do each of the families within our inner circle move to follow a code. A moral code. One that has been around for generations to come all thanks to our great-great grandfather’s before us.
A code in which states, we aren’t allowed to hurt nor harm any women or children if we could help it. The need to avoid such bloodshed not something we looked to kindly upon but knew that sometimes it couldn’t be helped. And you only killed if you absolutely had too, unless your Alex then he killed whenever he felt like it.
As for Skin Trading, that was a big no for many of the leading families and even frowned upon until this very day. But with Antonio and his family, they still continued to do it. We on the other hand deal with weapons and drugs along with the extortion of money when we saw fit. Plus, all our women were submissive by choice, not beaten into them until they feared you. And while we do often call Isabella our “Slave” it’s always in good fun. Because at the end of the day, she is our Queen. And because of that, we move to treat her as such.
Grinding my teeth slowly, I try not to think about the bastards who make their living dealing in slavery and prostitution. Those cunt sucking, ass licking, donkey munching dick wipes will soon learn that there’s no place for them within our world. And while there cruel and calculated they also have their claws within MY woman. My wife. OUR Queen and it makes my blood boil at the mere thought.
Soon spotting my office do I move to sit down. My hand automatically reaching for a drawer that carefully held within two small rectangular boxes. Both velvet and in the color purple. Carefully moving to open one of the boxes do I move to reveal a beautiful gold choker that was specifically designed for our Isabella. Encrusted with four beautiful birthstones that were each then connected to four smaller chains to make one big one that we couldn’t wait to give it to her.
Isabella a little more hesitant on the ideal of wearing a collar we each decided to try introducing the ideal to her slowly instead. As collars within our community meant a sign of commitment. To show others that she belonged to us and only us, something we desperately wanted to do.
Unable to stop thinking about the collar do I move to continue to gaze longingly at it. Knowing that her birthday was only two weeks away, we desperately wanted her to have it. To see her wear it before us, laying naked beneath each of us, beneath me made my dick throb.
My hand now opting to grab the much smaller box do I pause. A light knocking now reaching my ears as it alerts me that someone was there. A visitor. Sighing, I move to put the boxes away before anyone else could see them before moving to acknowledge the person now standing at my office door.
“Yes? Come in.”
Shifting my focus, I move to see that it’s one of our men. Eli I believe his name was as he moves to enter the room. Currently dressed in a black button down shirt and black pants does he move to approach my desk.
“Boss. This just arrived for you”
Motioning to a small stack of mail do I move to gesture for him to place it down upon my desk. Doing as he’s told does he move to plop it straight down before me before turning to leave. My eyes now on the mail when I suddenly notice a big brown envelope.
Curious as to who could have sent it, do I move to grab it. My eyes instantly seeing a no return label or address that I move to arch a brow. My hand reaching for my letter opener as I move to slice open the folder. My hand then taking what was inside of it out. My eyes now wide at what I was seeing.
Moving to stand I move to race from the room. Envelope in hand as I move to yell for both Alex and Grant. The three of us now running for Tony as I move to push open the door. My eyes scanning the room as I bark out a direct order. Tony’s team knowing better than to question my authority especially when I got like this.
“OUT! ALL OF YOU!”
Scurrying to leave with laptops in tow does Tony move to look over at me. His eyes furrowing in confusion as he tries to make out what was so dam important that I sent his entire team packing.
“Something the matter?”
Throwing the envelope over to him does Tony move to see what was inside. His eyes now wide as he does. Alex and Grant both moving to see what it was he was looking at only to wear similar expressions on each of their faces.
Determination now set as we move to look at each other. “Hold on baby girl. Help is on the way.”
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