39- The Sadists in Him - Part 1

Isabella

Losing track of time is a very powerful thing, especially when one is too caught up in a very good movie. As my movie slowly comes to an end and the credits begin to roll, the lights slowly begin to come back on. Signaling to me that someone else had entered the room. Glancing towards the new guest, I spot Alex now standing within the room.

Dressed in a pair of black cargo shorts and a black sleeveless tank top, his buff but toned arms out on display, I can’t help but see his full sleeve of tattoos. Letting my eyes roam freely, I tell myself I’d be lying if I didn’t have a moment in which I wanted to just touch him, letting my hands caress every inch of his god-like body.

Keeping my focus slowly on him, does Alex move to approach me, kissing me on the cheek as he did.

“Sooo….” He draws, eyes locking with mine as his signature grin appears. “Heard you had quite the day today.”

Nodding my head it’s the only thing I can do without rolling my eyes as I move to agree. Of course he knew what happened. They all did. As I was sure Grant had probably texted each and every one of them all about it as I slept soundly on the couch.

“Come Sweetheart” is all I hear next, as Alex moves to offer me his hand. “Time for dinner.”

Hesitating, I move to eye his hand only to groan when I’m forced to accept it. Alex helping me to stand from my very, very comfortable spot along the sofa that I had been sprawled out on before being ushered towards the dining room.

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Lucus

Feeling smug, I all but watched as Alex offered to retrieve our sweet, adorable wife from the movie room. Grant and Tony heading for the dining room for dinner. As their had been multiple occasions in which we had been secretly watching our wife on one of our many cameras over the past 2 hours since our return home and we had to agree that her voice was music to our ears, especially when she would laugh at something she saw in which made us smile and laugh as we worked.

Closing my eyes, I move to think back to the very first punishment she had received from us. Watching as she struggled against her bindings as we each took turns marking that sweet little ass of hers. Seeing it all raw and red made the sadist in me come alive.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to drive my rock hard cock deep inside her sweet little pussy and make her scream my name as it glistened in her juices. Knowing that Alex was also itching for a taste of her; you could practically see him drool just from watching her. Her sweet flower dripped with need. Hell, we all wanted our chance with her, but Alex, he was insatiable at the moment.

So imagine our surprise, when Grant had told us when he had finally found her. Our sweet Isabella. The woman who was specifically made for us and us alone. Pictures alone were not enough to hold us over when negotiating contracts with her father in regards to her hand in marriage. Her hand for our help in return.

Just then a knock can be heard as it interrupts my train of thought, pulling me towards the one who had knocked at my door.

“ENTER!”

Upon my command, does Enzo come waltzing in. “Boss” he says out of respect for me. “Yes…What is it?” I ask, hoping he would continue.

“I just wanted to let you know that our shipment heading for the Forcucci Clan had been ambushed, Sir.” he says as if he didn’t know how else to put it. Seething in rage, I hear him speak again, the look on his face in one of anger as well. “We did however manage to kill the assfucks who were trying to rob us, but unfortunately we lost the new kid in the process. Dean took a slug to his leg in the process.”

“WHAT?!” I yell, slamming my hands down to my desk, red now clouding my vision as I move to stand up from my desk. My knuckles white as I clench my fists tightly.

“We think it was another job from the inside,” admits Enzo, causing me to pause as I move to arch a brow, hoping he would further explain his reasoning.

“It’s just… Only a select handful of people from our payroll knew about the shipment. And aside from the Forcussi’s Clan, nobody else knew the details leading up to the shipment or its location. And since the incident with our Italy location became compromised, we’ve been keeping tighter security.”

Letting out a growl of frustration, I sigh. My lips pursed in thought. No one, and I mean No one dared to cross paths with me or my family and lived to tell the tale. Why, the Devil himself would be scared shitless if he ever crossed paths with me and my boys.

Alex, although merciless, was one of the craziest motherfuckers around. Grant on the other hand, took pleasure in bashing in people’s skulls and breaking bones with a steel metal baseball bat, as he had quite the temper if our Principessas (Princess) ass was any indication to that. Tony on the other hand, was a bit more subtle. Taking pleasure in a more logical way such as mind games which could be just as merciless as Alex and his tactics. As for me, well I on other hand was everything combined. Pleasure mixed with pain. Hearing people beg for mercy was what got me off. Letting them think there was hope only for me to take it all away from them. Yet, over my years of earning my title, I’ve come to terms with the fact that we aren’t by any means a good person. None of us are. But we’ll fight to protect what’s ours and that includes Isabella, our wife. No one and I mean no one was going to hurt her and live. Isabella was ours and I’ll be damned if I let someone else take her away from me.

“FIND THEM!” I ordered. “Find them and bring them back alive” catching his sinister smirk, I move to return the gesture. It was why I loved him. Enzo and the rest of our bodyguards were just as twisted as the rest of us and he was good at what he did.

“Yes Sir” is all I hear as he moves to leave the room, doing as he was told to do.

Glancing at the clock on my desk, I see I’m running late to dinner. Moving to put away the folder I was working on from prying eyes, I move to meet up with Grant, Tony and Alex along with our sweet wife, Isabella.

Entering the dining room, I move to notice the guys all chatting aimlessly amongst themselves, each too engrossed in their conversation to notice me as they continue to stuff their faces with food. Shifting my gaze over to Isabella, I can’t help but feel pity for her as she sat playing with her meal, looking the most uncomfortable person around. She definitely had to be sore by now.

Smirking like a mad man, I move to take my seat at the head of the table, Grant finally taking notice of my arrival as he speaks. “Tutto Ok? (Everything Okay?)” He asks in Italian so no one else could hear us.

“E Stato Risolto. Un’altra Spedizione è Caduta in Un’imboscata. (It’s been sorted. Another shipment has been ambushed)” I say back to him.

Upon hearing that, Grant, Tony and Alex move into “Boss” mode. Each wearing a sinister look to them. For no one messed with us and lived.