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The moon hangs high in the dark sky tonight, surrounded by the tiny pinpricks of white. I’ve
always loved the night, there are so many things you can do under the cloak of darkness.
Lifting the tumbler to my lips, I take a long swallow of the dark rum that I favor.
Most of my men prefer beer, but I’ve always enjoyed the burn of liquor. The sweet, strong alcohol
warms my blood as it burns through my veins. Javier informed me they have a lead on the asshole
who’s been selling coke in my territory, and I’m certain, by tomorrow, I’ll have him bound and
bleeding.
Anyone who crosses me pays. Either with their life or with their families’ lives—no exception. A
sweet scent of perfume comes from behind me, and I expect her hand to slide over my shoulder any
moment. I don’t turn around. I don’t acknowledge the woman who’s here for the night.
“Señor,” she utters in a sultry tone.
“Helena,” I turn to face her. She’s one of the prettier whores who frequents my estate. Most are
older, but this young one just turned twenty-one. Her long dark hair hangs in waves down her back.
Big hazel eyes shine with excitement to be called to my room. They know if they please me, they’ll be
able to frequent the compound, get any drugs they want, and even get paid.
“Thank you for the opportunity to be your comfort tonight. Aprecio estar aqui.” She smiles as she
tells me how much she appreciates being under my roof. Of course, she does, the only reason her pert
ass swayed in here is to get a stack of hundred-dollar bills, or she wants the high that comes with
fucking the king. A whore will spread her thighs for any amount of money, but this one is particularly
interested in the drug I deal in.
I take in the pretty girl while sipping my drink. Tipping my head to the side, I offer her a smirk
before ordering, “I want you naked on the bed. Open your legs, show me your pretty cunt.”
Her cheeks darken, making the olive skin even more beautiful than before. I watch her slip the
dress she’s wearing to the floor. She steps out of the pool of material, offering me a glimpse of her
naked curves.
Her long legs climb onto the mattress, and she settles on her back, her big eyes finding mine.
Desire swims in her hazel orbs, their color like liquid gold. My men would have a field day with her.
But if I allowed them to, she’d never be able to walk straight again.
Entering my bedroom, I set the glass on the cabinet, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as I allow my
gaze to trail over her body. Her tits are perfect handfuls of smooth caramel with dark nipples, which
are hard peaks.
“Touch your flesh, stroke yourself with your finger,” I tell her, standing at the foot of the bed. The
warm breeze that billows the curtains causes her to shiver, but then again, it might just be my harsh
words.
Tentatively, she drops a hand between her thighs. Slender fingers find the already wet lips. She
spreads herself for me, offering me a glimpse of the pink hole I’m about to sink my dick into.
“Are you a virgin?”
“No, señor,” she murmurs as she pleasures herself. I’m enamored with the way she moves. A
seductress if ever I’ve seen one. If she was pure, that would make this so much more sensual. I love
breaking virgins, feeling their tight walls grip my thick cock as I feel their slick crimson virtue. But
she looks sweet and tight enough.
Shoving my slacks down past my knees, I step out of them and my briefs follow. Her gaze lands
on the erection jutting from my hips and a soft gasp falls from her lips.
Gripping my dick, I fist it a couple of times before sheathing myself. Never fuck these whores
without a condom. Come to think of it, I’ve never stuck my cock in anyone without a rubber.
I crawl onto the mattress, hovering over her, as she continues to toy with her clit. Big eyes gape at
me when I settle between her thighs and nudge her entrance.
“This is going to hurt,” I warn, before sliding into her in one long thrust. Her scream is music to
my ears as she grips me with her free hand, nails clawing my shoulder as my hips meet hers.
She mewls, pleading for me to slow, but I can’t. I’m lost in pleasure as I fuck her brutally into the
mattress. “You know I’m not a good man, but you wanted it anyway. Didn’t you, little whore?” I smirk
down at her as my hips slam her harder and faster. She’s crying out for a god who will never save her,
when I reach between us, my fingers strumming her clit the way I would a musical instrument. Before
she has time to think, an orgasm is torn from her body, and she cries out.
As much as I enjoy fucking, there’s no pleasure in this anymore. I fuck her until I find my release.
Once I’ve emptied into the condom, I pull out of her, moving off the bed hastily. I reach for her dress,
throwing it at her and glance over my shoulder. I utter “time for you to leave,” before heading into the
adjoining bathroom.
“VICTOR.”
Glancing up, I find Javier entering my office. I’m ready to head out to a meeting, but he seems far
too excited, so I allow him to stop me for a moment before I leave.
“You’re never going to believe it,” he tells me, waving his hand in the air for effect. “The cunt
who’s been selling in our city is one of our men.”
“What?” This is news to me. No man who works for me is allowed to deal. They know it, even
the fucking peasants who live on the street know it. Anger sizzles through me, trickling into my blood,
heating it. I’m ready to torture the asshole who’s decided his life is worth nothing. “Who the fuck is
he?”
“Hector Montero.” The name is not new to me. I’ve known Hector since I was a little boy. He
worked for my father for a long time, and when my old man died, Hector stayed on. I didn’t know
much about his personal life, but I knew my father trusted him.
“That doesn’t make sense.” Shaking my head, I settle in the chair and pull out the drawer where I
keep records of all the men who work for me. Flipping through the folders, I pull out the one on
Hector, wanting to compare the photos we have on file of him when he joined to the ones from the
footage. “Give me that folder.”
Javier places the informant’s photos on the desk, and I slide them beside our worker images. Give
or take a few years, that’s him. There’s no doubt. Even with the cap covering half his face.
“We found the buyer,” Javier informs me, as he seats himself in the chair that’s become his throne
in this office. “He’s confirmed Hector mentioned he’s getting a kilo of coke, he’s selling it for a
couple thousand.”
“I just don’t understand what would drive a man to do this.”
Javier shrugs, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it, then glancing my way. “We’ll bring him in.” He’s
confident. I have no doubt they will. “In other news, your pretty little whore from last night ran out of
here crying. Did you fuck her ass without lube or something?”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles, blowing out a plume of white smoke, before arching a dark brow at me. He loves to
hear about my escapades with them. I’m not sure if he actually gets off on it, or if he’s simply
comparing notes. It’s no secret that once they’ve fucked me, they jump into the beds of my men.
“Why? You want a piece of her?”
“Perhaps. She was...inocente.”
Shaking my head, I chuckle, before rising. “I have a meeting. Find Hector, take him to the
warehouse and I’ll meet you there. I want him captured before sundown.”
“Cualquier cosa por ti.” Anything for you. He winks confidently, offering a grin, before I leave
him in my office. The only man in my organization who’s allowed in there while I’m away.