The Mafia's Prize

Shove It In and Blow It Up

 ((Translations will be located at the end of the story labeled by number))

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I was upset.

Furious even.

The broad from a few nights wasn’t a good f**k and she kept sounding like a dying whale. She had a habit of making animal noises because it turns her on more, at first it didn’t bother me but after a while I had enough. Her chimpanzee cry had started off the night and we had ended on her acting as if she was a fish out of water.

I needed a distraction from the girl who had a habit of clawing her way into my mind every so often. Her brown eyes soaking in every little detail that passed her mind, and he plump lips were soft whenever I felt them against mine. Her long strawberry blonde hair danced across her face as if she needed someone to grip it for her. That would be a definite sight I would pay to see.

The thought of her mouth wrapped around my c**k taking me all in was such a turn on. I would wrap her hair around my fist and f**k her face so hard her jaw…

All of those things caused a stir inside of me and I loved the feeling of wanting to bury myself deep into her.

“f**k,”I groaned, feeling myself become rock hard. Charell had managed to blow my mind with her virgin moans and her little pleas. The best part of it all was the way she had gotten wet. The s****l tension had oozed out of her, and it was just perfect.  The way her body responded perfectly to mine was pretty much all I wanted.

She didn’t beg to be f****d like a common w***e. Her fighting spirit had made the fight much more intriguing. Not because I needed her, but because I wanted to break her in half and make my name know in her mouth. She didn’t need to look at another mans’ c**k all she needed was to be dicknotized by me.

“s**t!”I gripped my shaft in my hand squeezing the tip. Precum was oozing out the tip,glistening the head of my c**k. “This girl will be the death of me.”

My grip wasn’t giving me the tightness I wanted but it was the best that I could do. Marina or whatever the f**k her name was didn’t give me what I need. I had repaid her kind gestures with a little redecorating, with her face. she had it coming, don’t offer to give head if your teeth are constantly scrapping against my f*****g c**k.

My hand was moving up and down, jerking me off as fast as possible. My breathing had rasped out heavily and I had thrown my head back. I was chasing the need to blow my load and the feeling was killing me.

Thoughts of her breast had danced across my mind and the need to have her naked underneath me was overwhelming.

I pumped harder, almost nearing the end of my torture but it wasn’t quite there. Then it hit me, her voice and her sweet moans had awoken something in me.

It all came out.

Load after load had leaked out of me. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and my hand was continuing to jerk the rest out of my shaft. I wanted to drain everything out, and as much as it leaked out of me it felt like I had more to release.

My resolve had broken, I planned on drilling myself into her at the first chance I get. f*****g her would become my number one priority.

“Il mio dolce gattino sexy” I smirked. (1)

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“Please sir stop.” The man before me had rattled himself in the chair. He was squirming attempting to tear off the bondage that bound his wrists to the chair.

"What did you tell Antonio?" I clicked the gun in my hand pointing it a Marcus,who was looking down at the floor.

“Nothing I promise! I haven’t seen Antonio in days,” Marcus quipped lifting his head up to look me in my eyes. Seeing him lie so boldly to my face had angered me.

“Mi prendi per un pazzo?” I pointed my gun at his foot and shot it. (2)

Marcus had jerked back into his chair, wobbling desperately at the newfound pain that made its way into his body.

“Ho intenzione di chiedere di nuovo. Cosa hai detto ad Antonio, cazzone?” This time I was aiming at his thighs. I was seconds away from pulling the trigger while I waited for his answer. (3)

“He only asked about what you have been up to. I said that you were lying low from everyone right now, I swear.” He managed to get out the gritted teeth.

I shot him in the thigh.

This time he rattled so hard the chair fell over. Marcus let out a harsh scream on the way down. He wobbled on the ground, panting heavily between his curses and prayers.

“You seem to be taking me for an idiot.” I bent down over him. “I don’t like to be treated as an idiot.”

“I’m not!”

It didn’t take long for another yell to come out his mouth when I jammed my middle finger into his thigh, fulling up the gun wound.

He cried out thrashing around which was only making it worse. His mouth was letting out a string of curses, condemning me to hell but that only fueled my hate more. Inserting another finger into the whole, I started fingering it. I wasn’t one to be gentle either, so Marcus had no choice but to feel how animalistic I could get.

“Vuoi parlare adesso, ragazzone?” I laughed. Pushing me fingers deeper into him. His curses were turning into slurs and he looked as if he was about to pass out.However, I wasn’t done with him. (4)

Taking my fingers from out of his thigh, I swiped the blood on his shirt and slammed a fist against his leg. This had woken him up completely.

“Speak now before I really get pissed off,” I hissed, my anger wasn’t anywhere near seeping mad, but it was getting close.

“Yes, I spoke about her,” he weakly said. “I told him about both of them, but he wasn’t interested in the redhead only the feisty one. He said he wants to meet her as soon as possible…”

Marcus was trying his hardest to rack his brain for information while he was slowly losing it. He was breathing through his mouth now, his voice fully raspy.

“…He also said he would end things with you too, the same day. He was tired of the constant fighting and hoped to move past it all.”

Now that had been strange, because Antonio had started all the problems we had now.He had told me that he was tired of the way I ran my businesses because apparently, I was ‘too soft’ on my workers. He had warned me to be harder in interrogations and meetings that way I could assert my dominance more and be feared by everyone. That way my influence would grow, and people would tremble at the mention of my name.

Funny thought that was because people cowered whenever I looked in their direction and sluts would drop their panties faster than the snap of a finger.

Give or take the few times I caught him trying to run things behind my back. Antonio was still loyal, but eventually he had faded away starting a business for his self from the ground up. He had taken some of my men with him, and it seemed as if Marcus was one of them.

Apparently,Marcus had been leaking information about my business affairs to Antonio. So now Antonio knows I have Charell, who so happened to be the daughter of a man who owed Antonio a great big debt. Her father Devin Cavern had gotten involved with Antonio’s dealing while he was, how do you say, scraping the ground.

And Antonio wasn’t patient when it came to paying him back for his ‘kindness’. This had led to Charell’s dad being six feet under, surrounded by skeleton babes.

"I'm sorry sir! Antonio had threatened my life, he said if I didn't tell him anything he would've killed me right then and there." Marcus tried getting off the floor. His efforts were somewhat impressive do to the fact that he had two bullet holes in him right now, but the actions were still stupid.

“Pensi che non ti ucciderei per tradimento?” I smirked sitting down on the floor next to him. “Mia nonna mi ha sempre detto che sarei cresciuto per essere un uomo intelligente e forte. Un vero gentiluomo, ora dove cazzo mi permetti di interpretare me stesso come un idiota?” I whispered knitting my brows together,awaiting his answer. (5+6)

“No sir.” He breathed out heavily. Sweat ran down his face. His chest barely rising and falling. Much to my annoyance, he was fading out. Soon enough all the anger had come flooding back into me like a tornado, ripping through my humanity.

I looked down on him frowning. Did he really think that I was f*****g stupid? I aimed the gun down at his legs. He seemed to notice my intentions but couldn't deliver the right words as I fired off a bullet.

The bullet hit him dead center in the crotch, this had made him lose all sense of mind. Marcus let out inhumane howls, screaming for help at the top of his lungs. His movements had stopped on the floor before his eyes started to shut and his energy gave out. I didn’t know if his will to live had fled with him to,but I was contempt seeing his

"I hope this sets an example for all of those who wish to attack me. Your supposed loyalty means nothing and now I have no use for you. You should've been more afraid of me." I aimed the gun at his head.

"NO SIR PL-" The sound of a loud 'BANG' had cut off any other words from his mouth. I watched as his body went limp, but his lifeless eyes stayed open. I should’ve jabbed them out before finishing him off. I regretted not getting in some more torture but there’s nothing I could do about it now.

"Traditori del cazzo." I walked away from the dead body, ignoring my men who rushed passed me to clear out the body from the scene. None said a word and they refused to hold eye contact with me. More came in while others moved out. (7)

I unlocked my phone, dialing Ferro's number. As soon as the phone rang, he immediately picked it up.

"Sup boss!" He chirped.

"Ferro watch Charell I'll explain when I get back to the house." Before he could respond I hung up the phone.

"Dammit Marco you f****d everything up."

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***** Translations******

1) Il mio dolce gattino sexy- My sweet sexy kitten

2)Mi prendi per un pazzo?- You take me for a fool?

3)Ho intenzione di chiedere di nuovo. Cosa hai detto ad Antonio, cazzone- I am going to ask again. What did you tell Antonio, you prick

4)Vuoi parlare adesso, ragazzone?- You want to talk now big boy?

5)Pensi che non ti ucciderei per tradimento?- Did you think I wouldn't kill you for treason?

6)Mia nonna mi diceva sempre che da grande sarei diventato un uomo intelligente e forte. Un vero gentiluomo, ora perché cazzo stai cercando di farmi da idiota?- My grandmother always told me that when I grew up I would become an intelligent and strong man. A true gentleman, now why the f**k are you trying to be an i***t?

7)Traditori del cazzo- f*****g Traitors