Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Dominic's POV

Chicago, IL

Bang, Bang, Bang resounded throughout the room as I wrapped my right hand around the brunette hair. Her ass was pointing directly to my face and my d*ck was wrapped inside her p*ssy. I kept giving her deep thrusts while her screams of pleasure resonated throughout the room.

“Don, f*ck that pussy” She cried out.

Sweat trickled from my forehead down to my chest as I kept on thrusting. My left hand crawled underneath her chest and grabbed her boobs. I pressed her nipples and then spanked her butts with my hand. I flipped her over and made her lay on the bed again, her vagina was directly facing me. Using the old missionary way, I plunged my dick into her cunt again and started thrusting. My groans were becoming loud and I knew I was going to pour very soon. My hand wrapped around her neck as I tried to stifle my groans. Just at the Nick of time, there was a knock on my door.

“Get the hell out of there” I barked.

“Boss, I’m sorry to interrupt but you need to see this”.

That was my consigliere, my second in command. I knew it was very important, and that was why he reached out to me. I groaned and pulled out my dick from her wet pussy. She groaned in frustration and slid her finger into her pussy.

“Don’t touch yourself till I’m back” I pulled over a leather short and wore it on. My large night jacket was hanging idly on the rack. I reached out for it and wore it. I felt the weight of the jacket as there was a gun in one of the pockets. I pulled it out and inserted it back into the drawer. I pushed the door open and stepped out.

“Don, I guess you were having sex,” My consigliere said.

I nodded, “Yes, I was. And you interrupted the sweetest part. If what you are about to show me ain’t important, I’ll put four bullets in your chest”.

We walked through the dimly lit corridor into another large hall. Over five guys were smoking in there. When they spotted me, they saluted and walked out. I just acknowledged the salutes with a nod and relaxed on a couch. Chris, my consigliere brought a laptop closer to me and clicked on a video file. My gaze widened as I saw someone being slowly butche*ed while the family watched and screamed.

“That’s Mr. Donald, the quadrant ordered the hit on him,” Chris said.

I coughed, “Get me my stick of Cuban”.

My hands roamed around my hair in frustration, my fist then banged on the table and I got up. My breathing increased as I paced around the room. Chris returned with a stick of Cuban and a lighter. I inserted the stick in my mouth and lighted it.

“Why would the Quadrant order a hit on Donald?” I asked.

Chris shrugged, “Old debt”.

I scoffed, “Old debt can be fucking paid. Donald was doing very well and he was aiming for the seat in the government. He is royalty for fuck sake”.

“I don’t know to what end. But if the quadrant is coming for their debt, they will come back for the entire family” Chris replied.

“Who sent you the video?” I asked.

“One of the henchmen” Chris replied.

“We need to fly back to California, I need to know what Donald's wife knows,” I said thoughtfully, taking a deep puff into the fairly lit room.

“I don’t think it’s important, Boss. We have a lot of things to monitor at the moment. Remember, the quadrant doesn’t like questions being asked when they deliver their judgment” Chris replied.

“Fuck judgment! Donald was an asset to us. Donald was the only one who made things easy with us and the Russians. He was a businessman, someone we could trust” I took a deep puff.

“So, what do we do now?” Chris asked.

“I'm sensing something that I don’t like. But I think there is a division in the quadrant. And if they can’t hold themselves up there, snitches would start rambling their activities to the government. We need to travel to California, know what’s up”.

Chris nodded and got up, he closed the laptop and headed to the exit door.

“And one more thing Chris, do not let anyone know about our movement. Not even the boys! Make sure you confirm every fucking consignment before it heads to the port. I need no fucking mix up” I drew the last puff of the Cuban, then tossed it into the ashtray.

I headed back to my rook to see the naked girl sprawled on the bed. My sexual urge had died already. I pulled out a chair and sat, folded my hands, and watched her.

“I want you to put three fingers into your pussy and fuck yourself till you squirt. Remember, you need to exert enough pressure on your pussy to be able to squirt. If I don’t see that ocean gushing off your cunt, you ain’t leaving” I picked up another stick of cigarette and lit it up.

The lady sprawled her legs and inserted her three fingers into her pussy. She immediately started fingering herself while tugging on her left nipple. Her moans of pleasure resounded throughout the entire room.

“Fuck” I muttered and kept watching.

“Dom, I want to squirt with your dick in my pussy” She begged.

“No, no, no!” I leaned over the chair, “My dick is off limits for now. I have an important issue to look into. So, pleasure yourself and make sure you pour some fucking fluids on those bedsheets”.

She kept tugging at her nipples while intensity her finger thrust. I got up and grabbed my traveling box. I opened it, threw some of my jackets into it then hid my revolver under it. I grabbed a new mobile phone, inserted a sim, and dialed a number.

“Send a jet to my residence I need to be in California in the next one hour,” I said and turned to the lady whose eyes were closed while she thrashed wildly on the bed. I grabbed another pistol from the drawer, loaded it, and fixed it into my belt.

“Fuck yourself to a stupor and then make sure my room is clean,” I said and headed for the door.