Arthur
The adrenalin from my kill still coursed through my veins as I twirled the strand of gold in my fingers. It had always felt soft to the touch. Castello had no clue what I was capable of, what I thought about doing to him in my waking hours. When I thought about Guin, and it was not often that I did, it still made my head pound. I gave everything to that ungrateful woman. I should have taught her a lesson, showed her who was in charge, but I didn’t. I was a young man in love, and now I understood why my father warned me against it. Love was a distraction, it fucked with your sanity, and I had no time for it in my life. I discarded the lock of hair on the floor.
What I did have time for was the pretty little thing twirling around a stripper pole in front of me. She’d been brought into one of the suites in the basement where I sat sipping on bourbon. She had pretty blonde hair and blue eyes, which was why I’d specifically asked for her. The girl’s features were soft, and she looked over at me several times to make sure I was satisfied. I liked the fact that she was eager to please. She wrapped a perfect leg around the pole and did a swirl, then continued to bend and twist her body in ways that made my cock twitch. The music in the background was sultry, and she swayed her hips to it. She wore a gold bra and matching thong.
I crooked my finger indicating that she should come closer and she did. I straddled her on my lap, gripping her ass, so her pussy was directly against my erection. I could feel the warm wetness of her through my pants. That was the thing about me, women wanted me, fell at my feet. But the one I’d desired the most had wanted another man. I was suddenly filled with rage, twisting a hand around her golden locks. I tugged at them hard, until her slim neck was exposed, the purple veins on display. I licked a trail down her throat and felt her pulse quicken, sucking the spot where it beat. She was afraid now. I liked them like this. I pulled out a knife, her head still bent back.
“What if I slit your throat right here in this room?”
She let out a breath when she felt the cold metal touch her skin. She tried to pick her head up to look at me, but I tugged her locks harder. “Grind,” I commanded, and she started to move in my lap. The friction and her fear were a thrill. I liked them obedient.
I hadn’t made love to a woman in years. They were around for my instant gratification, then I discarded them like the whores they were.
“I want to see you bleed, pretty kitten.” I pressed the knife to her throat. “Will you let me hurt you?”
“Please...” she whispered, the words shaky, tears streaking down her pretty face. I was a cruel man, I realized that, the worst fucking kind. And what was worse was that I did not give a fuck. I maintained an elitist countenance outside these walls, but here, I was an animal, and I devoured my prey.
“Stand and do not make a sound.” She did exactly as she was told. “Bend over that table.” She walked over to it slowly and bent over. I walked up behind her, her reflection looking up at me. I unzipped my pants, sheathed my cock, and ripped that pretty thong off before watching it fall to the floor. There was no foreplay, I wanted only one thing, so I shoved my cock into her pussy roughly. She yelped, and it thrilled me, causing me to pull out and thrust in again. The knife lay on the table beside her, and she kept eyeing it.
“You like it hard, don’t you? You like to feel pain, it excites you.” I said as I continued to fuck her. She nodded, yet tears streamed down her face,
I wrapped her hair around my hand, pulling her to me, my cock sinking deeper into her. She bit her lips, trying not to make a sound, but every time I thrust into her, more tears slipped down her cheeks. I picked up the knife and placed the blade at her throat. Only it wasn’t the girl who walked into the room who was staring up at me, it was Guin, her lips tugging at the corners, taunting me. The euphoria, the anger, the sheer madness of the moment almost pushed me over the edge. “You’re a whore, Guin, a fucking whore.” I pressed the blade harder into her neck, a thin line and trickles of blood appearing on her porcelain skin, which only excited me further.
“Stop!” Guin yelled. “Please stop!” But I couldn’t. I kept thrusting harder into her until I found my release, and when I looked down at the table, it was the girl again, not Guin. I pulled out of her, and I stepped away. She was terrified, sinking to the floor in a heap, sobs shaking her small shoulders.
“I’m - I’m…” Was I? Was I sorry, I’d hurt her? That was what she’d been hired to do. She was hired to do as I asked, be my whore for the night. She was supposed to obey. But I’d crossed the line. I wanted to fuck them, hurt them, but not like this.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I yelled, and she did. She left the room naked, but I knew someone would get her something to wear. Her pimp would apologize to me and maybe send her off on another job. I pulled up my pants and looked at myself in the mirrors that were the walls in this room. I stalked to the first one, slamming my fist into it, the image shattering before me. Thinking of Daniel, thinking of Guin, thinking of what they’d done and now that cunt Castello, threatening my daughter. I slammed my fist repeatedly into the walls until my knuckles were bleeding then I sank to the floor, and I screamed it all out. My frustration, the memories, the way it all compiled until it made me hurt a girl who didn’t deserve it.
“I will kill you, Castello,” I said to no one. “I will make you suffer.”
* * *
“Everything okay?”
I looked up at the beast of a man standing in front of me. He had hands big enough to crush a skull, and he’d crushed many on my command. “Does it look like it isn’t?”
“You fucked that place up good,” Bors said, Geraint walking in after him. They took their seats in the leather chairs opposite me.
I didn’t respond but looked at my now bandaged hands. I had no idea how I ended up in my bed that night, my hands wrapped.
“What is the status of Castello?” I asked.
“Nobody seems to have any idea where the man is. We’ve got someone looking through footage at airports and harbors. If they spot him, we’ll move in.
We ran a check on him, and he was listed as deceased the year he dropped off the radar, but we know better.
“Keep looking and up the security and surveillance on my property and Lance’s. I want men posted at every single club we own too. And you’re flying out to Italy tonight. There is something you need to pick up for me.” I spoke to Bors directly.
I handed him an envelope. He opened it, looked at the contents, and nodded.
“Make it quick and clean Bors.”
“Yes, Sir,” he saluted. When things didn’t go to plan, my men tended to make a big mess. The apple never fell too far from the tree.
I had other things to take care of now.
