Chapter 6- Prepare To Pretend

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Chapter 6

RUSSEL

"Send in my Number One." I told Kegan as soon as we entered the house.

"Right away."

I tried to wipe the blood from my shirt but it was no use, there was too much splatter and now my shirt was ruined. I would have taken a shower or probably changed into something else if I was going to make love to my wife– or fiancèè.

But such luxury had no place being in the life of a ruined man like me, I was going to fuck a whore who I was paying good money for. It was a business transaction and that was as far as it could go between me and any woman.

"It's done." Kegan announced and I nodded.

I made my way up towards my study, taking three steps at a time. As soon as I was inside my study, I let out a long sigh before discarding my bloodied shirt, then I dumped the jacket on the floor too, leaving me in just my trouser.

I walked over to my task board and picked a marker. After staring at the names there for a second, I moved closer and added two more names to the list of my known enemies.

"Carlo Iverson- Victor Iverson."

When Luca brings the file on the Iverson Family, I'll also add it to the stack of files holding the information of my enemies, and I'll not rest until every one of them is wiped from the face of this earth. I pulled down the wallpaper to cover the board and proceeded to my next agenda.

My playroom was a secret room in my study, I had created it myself with the help of Kegan. Standing by the shelf of books behind my desk, I pressed a button and the door creaked open. I stepped inside to find Maura kneeling there in her customary position.

On sighting me, her eyes widened in fear and I frowned, then I followed her eyes to my chest and saw what she was looking at, it was the blood on my chest.

“It’s not mine.” I gave her a small nod, and eased into the room.

She was putting on lingerie, revealing a perfectly round ass in that position. I stared at her round boobs and all that sexiness promised satisfaction, and a momentary relief.

"You must have been busy all day." Maura observed.

"Yes, business."

"I can imagine." Maura mouthed and our eyes met, but she quickly lowered her head, probably because of the lack of warmth in my eyes.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked her.

She stood up and the metal collar on her neck clanked, an indication of what she was to me, a sex slave. "Yes, Master."

"Then get back on your fucking knees."

She quickly obeyed, "I'm sorry, master."

I walked over to her, bent in front of her and grabbed her neck tightly. It was only when she started coughing that I realized I was choking her a little too hard.

I hissed, "You know the rules. You don't do anything here unless I ask you to."

"Yes, master."

"Good." I stood up and undid my belt in front of her. "You still remember your safe word, yeah?"

"Yes, master."

One thing I observed about Maura in the five days since she assumed her position as my Number One was that she would never use her safe word no matter how hard I pushed her limits.

I figured she was probably trying to impress me in order for me to keep her longer, but that was never going to happen. In fact, it only added to the reasons why I was getting bored before the one week elapsed.

I started walking around her in circles, letting the leather belt tease her skin lightly. Then I stopped in front of her and asked, "Who's your master?"

"Russel Mancini, Master." She replied with a cheeky smile.

With a force, I dragged her to her feet by the metal collar and led her to the leather suspender hanging from the ceiling. Then carefully, I tied both of her hands together with the cuffs and clasped it to the suspender, leaving her hanging down there.

As I folded my belt around my palm, I saw her eyes widen in anticipation and that fueled my primal instincts. That bitchy attitude of hers, I thought ruefully. I circled her twice and made sure she saw what I was about to do to her, then I stopped behind her back.

*SMACK*

The sound of my leather belt connecting with her skin gave me some kind of satisfaction, but nothing was more satisfying than her little whimper of pain.

The belt landed on her back again.

"Fuck!" Maura screamed in pain, but that only made my next strike rougher and harder than the last.

*SMACK!*

"More please, master!"

And I gave it to her, I flogged her with the belt until her back was sore. In my mind, she was Victor Iverson, the foolish man who thought he could kill me by sending two rowdy fools into a bar with guns.

Her cries and pleas for more fueled my instincts and the sight of her breast banging and swinging with each stroke of the belt made me so hard that my cock was literally straining in my pants.

I dropped the belt quickly and turned her around to face me without loosening her from the suspender. When our eyes connected, I saw the thin streak of tears on her cheek and that fueled my instincts even more.

Twisted, evil Russel I thought with a smirk as I unzipped my pants. Maura's eyes widened with a glint of excitement when I released my rock hard cock from my briefs and that made me groan.

I lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist before whispering into her ear, "Now I'm going to fuck you like the little bitch you are!"

"I'm dying for you to be inside me, master!"

I positioned myself in her wet opening and without warning, I thrusted into her mercilessly. Maura let out a loud groan, but that only intensified my thrusts. It took several hard thrusts before I felt my orgasm building, but at the same time, I could also feel her wall contracting around my hardness.

"Do you want me to make you cum, little slut?" I asked hoarsely.

Maura was a whimpering mess, "Yes, master! Please!"

"Beg for it!" I growled.

"Master please, make me cum."

And I did. I made sure she reached her own orgasm before pulling out of her. She watched me with gleeful eyes as I stroked myself roughly, then I quickly released her from the suspender and she fell to the floor in front of me.

"Get on your fucking knees!" I growled, still stroking myself.

As if on cue, Maura knelt before me and opened her mouth wide while fumbling with her boobs. I moved her dark brown hair to one side and fisted my hands in it, then I raised her head up and shot my load into her mouth. When I was done, she swallowed everything and licked her lips sweetly.

But I turned away from her and pointed to the door immediately, "Get out."

"Thank you, master."

** ** **

When I left the playroom and my study, I went straight for my room. A glance at my wrist watch told me it was still two in the afternoon. Two in the afternoon and I had already killed a man and punished my bitch for it.

The thought of her did not leave my mind as I strode towards my bedroom. I took out my cell phone and checked, there were tons of missed calls, but none of them came from Allesia Guerrero.

How long before she makes up her Goddamn mind?

True to Luca's words, a larger screen had been set up in my room, all showing different sections of Allesia's house. From her bedroom to their living room to their porch and the garden, everything except the restrooms.

I walked over to the mini bar in my room and brought back a bottle of scotch, then I sat in front of the large screen and chugged down the drink straight from the bottle. I dropped the bottle then glanced through the screen for any sign of Allesia. She was not there and that made me a bit agitated.

I thought she was taking the day off after last night?

As quickly as I could, I replayed the videos until I saw the exact moment she left the house. But that didn't offer me any satisfaction so I rewinded it to the minute she came out of the restroom when I was not looking.

She had dropped the box of gifts into a drawer and shut it perfectly, then she lay on the bed and took out her phone– and a small card which she withdrew from her handbag.

I watched as she dialed the number on the card and saw the way she quickly sat up and cleared her throat before the other person picked. I quickly put on the volume of the recording and listened.

"Thank you for today, you were really a savior." She said into the receiver with a smile.

I couldn't hear what the other person said because the phone was not on loud speaker, but I saw her giggle softly. "You are such a gentleman, you know?"

A paused, "Sure. Dinner will be a good way to show my appreciation."

I didn't realize I was gritting my teeth until now, "Sure. I'll let you know when I'm ready, bye. And thank you once again."

She dropped the call and held the phone to her chest dotingly, like it was some cherished possession.

What the heck? Did she have a boyfriend?

My anger went through the roof when I saw her get into her closet, she came out dressed in a tight gown that revealed her curves and sauntered out of the room with her handbag while humming a tune.

Quickly, I picked my phone and dialed Luca's number, he picked on the first ring. "She's not in her room, where is she?"

It took him a moment to understand what I meant, "I– I'm sorry Capo, but I don't know. I'm currently trying to gather the file on the Iversons–"

"And why didn't you station someone to follow her? Fucking hell! I told you I need you to keep tabs on that woman!"

"I'm sorry, I'll do that now."

I groaned, "Well, get to it!" I retorted, "And tap her phone too, I need to know who her boyfriend is, I think she has gone to meet him."

"I'll get to it, Boss."

"If you find him, bring him to me. I figure he might need a warning to keep off until I'm done with her."

"Sure, Boss."

I hung up and dropped the phone, but just as soon as I tried to focus again, a soft knock landed on my door and before I could tell the person to go away, the door was pushed open and a head peaked in.

"Do I need to spell my name on your door before you remember you have a sister?" Melissa growled as soon as she stepped into my room.

I quickly put off the monitor and rolled my eyes before glancing at my annoying sister, "Kegan said you were fine, that you wanted to spend time with Dylan."

"Well apparently, Dylan has found a new whore he's currently fucking and that means every place in their house is a fucking hotel room. Where does that leave me?"

"In your house, I suppose?"

She gritted her teeth, "You mean, little devil!" She shrieked and made to punch me but she quickly held back when she sighted the blood on my chest. "You killed a man, didn't you?"

"Business." I shrugged.

"And you fucked after that." She added with a smirk, "I need a kill too, Russy Boy!"

"No!" I returned dryly, "What you need is a clean, rich, handsome dude who will marry you out of this family's dirty business!"

"Well, while I wait for that–"

"I've had a long day, Lisa, I need to shower and change out of this so I can head back out. I still have business to attend to."

She gave me a small pout, "Then take me with you!"

"No!"

"Russel! Please– I could meet new friends and probably a man to 'whisk me off my feet and marry me out of the family’s dirty business you know?"

"I'm attending a meeting with the Region Mafia Men, that's not a place for women." I remarked dryly, "And it's not a place I want your husband to come from. You will avoid any Made Man on this planet, princess, you get me?"

"But, brother–"

"No arguments, princess. Now off you go. Spend time with our cousins if you must, but don't go doing any shitty thing that will put you out there."

The door was pushed open and Kegan stuck his head in, he gave Melissa an apologetic smile and a dramatic wink which she returned before turning to me.

"Region Mafia Men in thirty." He informed me.

"I'll be right out." I told him before he disappeared. To Melissa, I said, "Go on out, princess. Daddy's gotta prepare to pretend."