One Night Only

DANTE

I don’t know what was happening to me, but from the first moment I saw her in that place when I stumbled upon her, I was bewitched by her beauty, and I just wanted to know who she was. And when I watched her dance on that stage I was bewitched by her movements, her sensuality and the only thing I wanted was to have that lush body in my bed, but when I saw her naked I longed for her much more.

From the beginning I realized that those emerald eyes were going to be my downfall. And no woman had become an obsession, a delirium, a great desire until I wanted to have her in any way in my bed, to have her to savor every part of her, until I was satiated with her exquisite body of a goddess.

I could not get the image of that woman out of my mind. Her lips, her breasts and her feline eyes. But most of all her full lips, after having tasted them nothing was the same, I wanted her more. Even though I forced her to kiss me and she refused all the time, the more I was turned on by her behavior and how hard she was. I had never taken or forced a woman to be with me, I could be a bastard in business and in murder, but I would never rape a girl, besides I never had the need to do it, they always came to me alone, offering themselves. That was something that activated me until I got horny and that was what I liked.

I always liked the easy stuff, the whores, and not having to beg for a fuck. Now it was different, she made it hard and hard at the same time. And that turned me on much more than others. I had to make her mine, just for one night, to get rid of this desire I had for her so I could go on with my life as before, I had to find a way to convince her, I couldn’t take her by force and fuck her, or maybe I could?

What if I didn’t have enough with just once, and I wanted more and more of her? I have to plan well how to get that body to have her naked again, but this time on my bed and me on top of her, running over every part of her.

My stupid friend twice had interrupted the moment I had her in my arms, it seemed he knew what he was doing because he claimed me the last time, telling me to stop having fun with the powders. He had called very upset to tell me about the problem with the Russians and that they had attacked a shipment of drugs and weapons from us, making us lose a lot of merchandise again.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Damn you!

Apparently they wanted to die and of course they were not going to get away with it, but first I was going to have fun with them. Ivan and my men were able to grab two of the guys working for the Russian cartel, I had given them orders not to kill them, since I was going to make them talk first, for that I asked my friend to just torture them, it was one of the things that he and I practiced the most, but more me, he killed without interrogating, or waiting for answers. And that gave me more courage since he knew the procedure by which the detainees had to go through first.

I did not usually kidnap people was not my forte, but when it was to find out or to threaten someone I did it, on two occasions I even sent to kidnap the brothers of the opposite Russian cartel. My strongest enemies were the Germans and the opposing Russians since Russia was divided into two cartels. I helped the Smirnovs to get the Vasilievs, who are the opponents, out of the territory, and with the problem of the ambush and everything that happened, those who were our allies became our enemies as well as the others.

Everything had turned to shit, we had lost a very big partnership and already two very big cargoes. I had to fix this matter, but first I was going to torture those two fuckers until I got all the shit out of them.

This business kept me busy, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. I had to go back to Italy to settle these matters, but as soon as I could, I was going to come back for her.

Here in New York I had a reliable lawyer, who was in charge of the company’s affairs together with Edgardo, and I sent for him before leaving.

He did not take long to arrive, I knew it when there was a knock on the door of the room, I knew it was him. Franco showed up after I gave the order for him to come in, and making the guy with glasses and a suit look at me, I nodded for him to leave us alone so we could chat in private. Even though Franco was my absolute confidence.

“Charlie. “I approached to greet the lawyer with a handshake and a tight hug. “Long time no see.

“Damn! It’s good to see you again,” he replies in kind. “I came as soon as I heard you were using my services. What am I good for?

He knew that when I sent for him it was for something illegal, something that had nothing to do with business.

“I need you to send someone to investigate something, or rather someone,” I said, “I need you to get all the information about a woman who works at Julie’s club.

“A whore?” he gestures. “It’s very rare for you to ask for something like that in a woman.

I lean on my arms to lean back on the couch. I was already sitting down.

“She’s not just any woman, just do what I’m asking you. “I growl in annoyance, you know well that I hate being questioned like this.

“All right, all right,” he puts his hands in surrender. “Whatever the Devil asks.

I give her the little information I have about her, and the description of her physique, just remembering it had already made me horny, I needed a fuck to calm me down a little. But I wasn’t going to do it until she arrived in Italy. Monday morning I arrived in Italy. I was feeling a bit exhausted because I had not slept all night. I was planning by video call with my friend all the strategy we were planning to do. Since we are preparing the next shipment and, of course, we were going to set a trap. I was going to discuss all that with him as soon as I arrived in Italy and also go to see those guys to interrogate them.

When I was already gathered with my trusted team, we met in the room that I had equipped for our meetings. It was in the basement of my house, it was a huge room, we had computers, whiteboards, a large central table with chairs. Here we discussed the attacks, the shipments, and everything related to the organization.

We also had another room located in the same place but that was equipped with weapons, and everything related to training. It was a gym just as big. Those two places were located in the basement of my mansion. They were the most restricted. Only my trusted men were allowed to pass and the others had to pass with permission, either from Ivan or from me. That place was well secured, it was not easy to enter, there were guards everywhere, as outside and inside all my territory.

After coming up with some ideas and strategies that my team planned, I got up and took my weapon to get out of there and go to visit my dear visitors, who were in the dungeons. That place was outside the mansion, very secluded, it was located in the long corridors of the backyard, which lead you to that place. Ivan, Leon and Enzo accompany me.

When I arrived, I realized that they had them ready as I used to ask for them to be put. They were hanging by their wrists with hips, their bodies were hanging, they were already beaten and a little tortured.

When I found myself in front of them, I spoke to them in Russian so that they could understand me.

“Who exactly do you work for? “I asked them and one of them answers that for the Smirnovs, I shake my head. “Wrong answer – I take my knife and approach the one I don’t speak and cut a toe, letting out a roar of pain, while a stream of blood comes out where I cut. “Now will you give me a good answer? “the guy who spoke says the same thing again. “Well if you want. “I cut him again but two more toes, to the same man, he just screams and whimpers, it is a heartbreaking cry of suffering. “Now yes, I don’t have your time. The next ones will be from the hand. “I say while I clean my razor with the clothes the guy is wearing, the man doesn’t say anything, so to cheer him up, I cut a finger of his hand, and. When the other one, with his bellowing, “You are already tiring me, and I warn you that today I don’t feel like playing, “when I am going to cut again, another of his fingers, one of them, speaks, saying that he will tell me everything if I let them go,, I say yes so they talk, and of course as I am not a merciful guy, then my word dies there.

After saying the names of the condemned, I was somewhat surprised. I did not believe that the Bachmans were behind all this. The Bachmans are the Germans we have had as enemies since before my father died. They have been enemies of the family for many, many decades. But since I was left in charge, they never dared to attack, until now. I suspected my uncle and Bruno, but I still wasn’t too sure about them either.