Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Angelo;

In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death.

I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me.

Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun.

"Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

I truly did not understand how I ended up with incompetent men like these. They bowed their heads shamefully and muttered.

"We searched all over for him Sir. I..we think he must be on the run by now."

My hands flew forward and the barrel of the gun hit the fucker's face.

"You have no goddamn right to feed me some bunch of useless excuses. You little dimwits. Pussies! Useless motherfuckers"

"I gave you one job! One job and you couldn't deliver!"

"Sorry boss..."

Sorry was the last thing I accepted, and before he could say the rest words, I pointed the gun to his mouth and pulled the trigger.

I could hear subtle gasps from the other men in the room. Well, this should serve as a lesson to any one of them who dares to go against my orders or give flimsy excuses.

The other two were shivering like the pussies that they were, and I smirked evilly.

"You should know that I'm not one to be messed with."

The other, who probably knew he was the next to die, widened his eyes fearfully, daring to look up at me.

"Please..pleas..."

I pointed the gun at him and shot directly between his eyes.

I love torturing my victims and I love seeing their scared faces when I finally finish them off. This time though, I had no ounce of patience left in me, but I was enjoying it. Even though I felt so pissed and enraged that the snitch hadn't been found.

Moving over to the last of them all, whose head was bowed, not making a move. He should be the lucky one, who would make sure he does the fucking job, or he ends up like his colleagues.

I shook my head, and without thinking, I pulled the trigger at his head and watched him slump.

Gesturing to the other men in the room, I commanded, "Get someone to take care of these. And get me, Eric! I need him here in less than 24 hours or y'all will end up way worse than they did."

How I fucking hate traitors. I couldn't imagine how I let those bunch of losers work for me. Especially that snitch, who must have had a whole lot of guts for stealing my fucking shipments!

A cruel smile formed on my lips as I imagined the various ways I could torture the living daylight out of him.

I left the room and walked straight towards my master room. My right-hand men, Dominic and Xavier stood at the door entrance and they quickly opened the door on sighting me.

"What did you find out?" I asked, glancing at them as I flopped down on the sofa.

Xavier spoke first, "We did some digging boss. Seems Eric has a daughter. And since he has gone into hiding, I think she would be an easy bait to get a hold of him."

My ears perked up at that. How did I never think of the possibility? Well, that was why I had them. To do the fucking job.

"I do not think that is a good idea., boss," Dominic countered and I drew my gaze to him.

"We also discovered that Eric does not have a pretty good relationship with his daughter. So, capturing her won't likely solve the problem."

I took a deep breath, running my tongue along my teeth. All the talks about Eric were making me tense. I needed to let off some steam.

I waved my hand dismissively at them, "Forget about it for now. Get me some whores right now."

****

I took a whiff of the blunt as one of the blondes caressed my chest. The second blonde knelt in front of me, and I watched, as her head bobbed up and down, taking my cock all in.

The slim curvy brunette soon replaced her, sucking and blowing me out.

I grabbed her hair and buckled my hips to get more friction--but it did little to no effect of arousing me. I gestured to the blonde caressing me, and she took over.

"Fucking do the right thing bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" She bobbed faster and I grabbed her hair, pushing my cock in..but nothing.

Huffing, I flung her aside, "Get the fuck out, you all. Get out!!"

I was enraged, not for them though, but for the fact that I couldn't perform like every other fucking man on the planet.

I watched them scurry away.

It had been one thing I never really understood for years. No matter how hard I tried...I never got it right. I had everything I ever wanted. I possess any and every dangerous, ruthless weapon I could lay my hands on. I am the most feared, ruthless Mafia in the country.

So, why the fuck can't I perform?

A knock sounded at the door, cutting me off my thoughts. I grabbed the tequila bottle from the side table and took a large sip. "Come on in."

A guard peeked in, "Sir, you have a visitor."

"Let him in," Inhaling the brunt of the stuff I was smoking.

The door opened widely and a beautiful, tall slender lady walked in and I felt my breath hitch.

She looked strikingly gorgeous and sexy. Her long fair legs were on full display under the shorts she was putting on and the top she wore, made her boobs attractively inviting, and I swallowed.

But yet, she looked so familiar. I furrowed my brows but I couldn't seem to figure it out. Or could it be the effect of the weed?