05

"Dear Daddy, I can't wait to meet you. You might not know me yet, but I swear I'll love you like I love unicorns! I'll be a really good girl for you, Daddy!"

I smirked as I saw one of my men beating up someone who had a debt to me. The fucker thought he could escape me and leave the country. Too bad because I got to him first.

"Crees que puedes escapar de mi, bastardo?" [You think you can escape me, bastard? I snickered at the man that I was holding by the collar. Fucker.

"No, no." he pleaded, tears building up in his eyes "No, señor." [Sir]

"Really?"

I let him go and approached his bed, where passports and a luggage were placed. "Then what is this, Ramon?" I showed him the passport that I was holding in my hand, a teasing smile on my lips.

He sobbed, tears running down his face. The pleasure of seeing him cry and beg fed the hunger inside of me. The hunger to hurt and kill.

"I still have plans after this, so my men will handle you." I said as my phone rang, a client’s name plastering on the screen.

I handled the drug business in the country, one of the biggest in the world. My clients trusted me to deliver to them what they wanted, and I do it quickly and efficiently.

I've never once let them down.

"Cuida a la rata." [Take care of the rat] I said to my men, turning around and exiting the apartment where Ramon lived. the place was fucking disgusting.

And if my clients choose to betray me and act like fucking trash, then they should know what's coming for them.

I don't tolerate rats in this business.

I was also known for not being merciful when it came to dealing with traitors. Betray me once, and you'll never have another chance. I don't give second chances; I can't risk it.

People were fucking traitors. Once they turn their back on you, if you forgive them, they're just going to do it again and fuck you behind you're back.

And it's not the kind of pleasurable fuck I wanted.

People feared me in the business, they know me as the Mafia King who doesn't forgive. Once you mention a Dario Espinosa, people were sure to shake on their knees. They'd kneel if they have to.

As I was walking down the parking lot where my car was parked, one of my men approached me and whispered in my ear.

"Señor." [Sir]

"Que?" [What?]

He swallowed and cleared his throat; he was nervous about something. Did someone fuck up again?

"Adon" he started, breathing heavily. "He had the niña at the house, Señor." [girl, Sir]

My forehead creased and I glared at him. Why the fuck would I care about some girl? So, what if Adon had a slut in the house? It wasn't something new. Every one of us had girls at home.

It was part of this life. If you didn't have a woman in your life, then you're free to do whatever you want, even with women. It was a form of release for us, release of stress. Women would offer themselves to our feet, and we would welcome them with a good fuck.

If you get attached though, then you carry a responsibility. It was like a deal with omerta. Once you take a woman in your life, they're not allowed to leave.

You take care of your woman, and the family protects her too. She becomes part of the family.

"And I care because?" I asked him, the crease in my forehead not leaving.

He stuttered before answering me, still nervous. He was slowly pissing me off.

"It-it was the witness, Señor. From the other day."

Ahh. I smirked, so the peeper was a girl. Poor her then.

"Then?" I asked, a scary smile on my face. I knew how my smile would make other people feel. His nervousness was worth it now "How long?"

I was pertaining to how long Adon finished his job. Maybe he fucked her before killing her or killed her before fucking her. Having fun with peepers was a normal thing for us. The quick fuck was sometimes worth it, sometimes not.

Depends on how hot she is.

"That's the thing, Señor. He didn't kill her."

That was the point where I felt the trigger in my head. A headache was coming again, and fucking Adon was the reason again.

Why. The. Fuck. Not?

He knew the question that I wanted to ask, and he answered quickly. He didn't want to be the one to receive the other end of my anger.

"It's not like he thought, Señor. I don't think she realize what she saw that night." he explained "Adon said that if you could grant her pardon..."

I grabbed the collar of his shirt even before he could finish his fucking sentence. Why the fuck would I grant forgiveness and mercy to a slut.

"Donde esta Adon?" [Where's Adon?]

He said that Adon was at home, together with my other men. I sent him soldiers so that he'd have help if he needed it. But then, the fucker decided that he had the authority to pardon a fucking slut.

Mercy was not going to happen soon. Not on my fucking watch.

We reached our house and I immediately went out, banging to door and reaching the kitchen where my men were.

My eyes searched for Adon and seeing him be the fridge, he immediately stood up straight, ready to explain.

I didn't let him.

I quickly walked over to him, grabbed him by his shirt and punched him. Hard. Fucking bastard.

"Who the fuck-" a second punch was landed.

"Do you think-" a third one.

"You fucking are, cabron?!" [fucker] a last punch. A wake up call for him.

Adon was a second command if you could say. He didn't have the power like me, but I trusted him. But this fucker decided to test me and my authority by granting fucking pardon to a whore.

"Señor! Señor!" Hop, one of the men in the kitchen, tried to hold me back from landing my punches but he received one too.

What was this? Were they involved in this too?

"Señor!" Adon yelled, trying to stop me from punching Hop too.

"Que?!" [What] I yelled back at him, turning back to him and holding him by the neck.

"Es una chica!" [It's a girl]

"Y que, cabron?!" [So, what, fucker] I was fucking pissed now. "So, what if it's a fucking girl?!"

"She's a child! Huerfana!" [Orphan] he explained, his eyes begging me to listen to him.

That was the moment that I stopped and let go of him.

The only rules we had was that we don't hurt children. Innocent children. The one's who don't deserve the harsh reality of the world.

The peeper was a fucking child?

Well, that certainly wasn't expected.