82- She’s Ours, Don’t Touch! - Part 1
Third Person
It’s late into the night and almost everything is completely covered by shadows including four sets of thrones, one in which was currently vacant. With their suit coats now off and thrown casually to the side, Lucus, Grant and Alex casually indulge in a little bit of fun for the evening.
Sipping on glasses of bourbon, each of them sit back and watch the scene before them unfold. Two women. Two young and very unattractive women now hung helplessly before them. Both tied to giant fish hooks as they dangled by their arms.
Sparkling dresses that once looked magnificent now looked tattered like rags while skin that was once smooth as a baby's bottom became ruff and unsmooth as red liquid slowly began covering each of their bodies.
Images of the two young ladies now being whipped by the dungeon masters made everything more exciting to the guys including their delicious screams each and every time they were whipped.
Alex becoming appalled by the hour each time one of the girls would start fainting. Neither of them close to even halfway through their punishment and they were already becoming a disappointment to him.
Lucus though could only watch in high amusement at what went on before him. The events of the evening already replaying within his mind as he remembers exactly what happened that led them to this point.
For it had only been barely two hours since arriving at the masquerade ball when Lucus and Grant had been casually asked to join a small side table associated with Diego Piazza. A small-time businessman who loved dealing in shady shit on the side.
Curious as to what the man could possibly want with them, do they move to excuse themselves. Leaving Isabella to dance alone with Alex for the time being while they went to handle what needed to be handled.
Approaching the table, Diego moves to gesture to two vacant seats, seats in which Lucus and Grant accept lightly before noticing a deep red envelope sitting casually upon the table, the envelope casually holding a contract within it as Diego moves to approach the topic at hand.
Lucus silently listening with an eye arched before silently smirking to himself. Having sensed something like this would happen does Lucus move to lift up a finger. Now signaling for Marco to approach them. Marco, being one of four loyal men among his payroll, moves to gesture him closer, Lucus moving to lean in close enough to whisper something in his ear before handing him the envelope.
Marco silently glancing to Diego and then back to Lucus before nodding his head, his hand taking the envelope with ease before leaving to make the “copy” as Lucus had asked him to do just moments ago before returning moments later only to replace it with a dark black vanilla envelope instead.
Diego being none the wiser in that small exchange even as Lucus moves to slide it back over to him, explaining that once he would sign the papers then so would he. Diego completely unaware of the business transaction that just transpired between them even as Lucus moves to hand the papers back to Marco for safe keeping.
Hoping to wrap things up rather quickly, Lucus attempts to leave with Grant only to have his plans suddenly derailed by a loud shrill voice, a voice in which catches everyone’s attention around the table including Diego’s.
“Daddy!”
Mentally groaning at the voice, Lucus can only silently bite his tongue as the woman, Sophia, daughter of Diego Piazza comes sauntering up over to the table, her eyes now locked with Lucus’s. Another two females approaching the table as well. One who was looking rather uncomfortable while the other just gave off hooker vibes.
“Ah there’s my pride and joy, hello sweetheart. You remember Lucus D’Amico and Grant Romano don’t you?” smiles Diego, unaware that his daughter was trying to crawl into Lucus’s lap uninvitedly which only seemed to make his blood boil.
“But of course I do daddy. Who doesn’t know Lucus” coos Sophia, her mouth now leaning closer to Lucus’s ear as she speaks the next part only to him. “I know him rather intimately as well.”
Shivering at the mention of them once being intimate and now feeling violated and completely disgusted by Sophia’s presence does Lucus move to stand up rather abruptly. His voice clipped as he moves to speak up in front of those present. “Get the fuck off me.”
Ignoring the harshness of his tone, Sophia attempts to snuggle even closer to him which only pisses him off further. Grant equally uncomfortable by the other woman of the group as both finally decide it's time for them to leave. Both now moving to stand up much to each woman’s dismay before both move to excuse themselves in favor of the bar.
Both now in need a drink after enduring such transactions between the two women while the said two women move to storm off with a huff, clearly not happy that both Lucus and Grant had dismissed them so easily. Neither Lucus or Grant caring as long as they left them the fuck alone for the rest of the night or so they hoped.
30 minutes later, Alex eventually moves to approach the two who are still sitting at the bar. Concern now etched upon his face as he moves to speak up, “Have either of you two seen Isabella?”
“Isabella? No, Why?”
Concerned with what could have happened to her, Alex moves to explain to them the current situation. That Isabella had excused herself from his presence in what he could only assume was to use the ladies room only for her to never come back.
Tony currently asking the same thing once he manages to find Lucus, Grant and Alex. Uneasiness now settling around each of the guys as they move to head for the ladies room, concerned with what could have happened to their woman as they gesture for Marco and Enzo to follow along with a few other men as well.
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