đValtoria.
~REID GAMBINO
I continued to ram inside this girl as I fucked her senseless. This has been my life for as long as I can remember. Fucking, drinking and killing. Part of me knew I wasn't living the best life but who am I to complain after all I've been through? The least I could do is just to enjoy and work with the things I have for now and maybe one day, just one day, I can dare to live like a normal 24 year old. But for now, this is me, this is Reid Gambino.
"Oh Reid, h-harder." The bimbo moaned turning her head around to look at me directly in the eyes. My eyes turned into slits as I smacked her simultaneously on both her ass cheeks at the disrespect she has shown.
"It's Mr to you." I corrected with a deep groan as I plunged into her deeper, my voice sharp and direct making her shiver at the sound of it. I held down her neck to the bed because the sight of her face was pissing me off. With aggression, I began thrusting in and out of her making her clench around my length. I placed my left hand below her belly and I felt the imprint of my dick going back and forth. "I'm going to break you." I muttered lowly with a sinister smirk as I continued to pound into her from behind.
One thing about me is, I never fuck a girl from the front, their faces annoys me and me looking at them in that vulnerable position might begin to bring some sort of feelings. And the only feelings I should have in my heart right now are vengeance and hatred. No room for likeness not to talk more of love. Love? Never heard of that word before.
"Ohh, I-I'm so close." She moaned again. Her voice reminding me of the activity I was partaking in as my mind already wandered far off. I held her waist with both my hands as I gave her slow and deep thrust making her whimper every now and then. Before I knew it, she came and I was nowhere close. I continued pounding into her relentlessly, chasing my release. "It's too m-much" she complained while trying to get away from me. 'Bimbos' I thought to myself.
My phone ringing at the nightstand caught my attention and made me stop my pounding ministry for now. I saw it was Enzo calling me and he knows better than to call me in times like these. I pulled out of the Bimbo as she fell to the bed, lifelessly. I wasn't even done yet and she looked like a train ran through her. I picked up my phone while using my other hand to remove the condom around my already softening dick. I need a better cunt to fuck.
"This better be important." I spoke into the phone making my way over to the bin in the room. I discarded the wasted condom thinking of how I needed to get this frustration out of me since Bimbo just wasted my time tonight.
"We need to head over to Azuria now." Enzo spoke making me clench my jaw together. Azuria, the most hated place to me. The thought of it always seemed to bring back memories I didn't want to have. What possibly could I need at the enemies territory. I told myself years ago that the only time I was gonna be going to Azuria was for a blood bath and I'm not prepared yet because I want this war to be remembered in generations to come. How Reid Gambino wiped out the whole existence of the Azurian Mafias.
"Why?" I questioned, my anger already at its peak as I was burning with the rage inside of me.
"Dante was spotted there few hours ago."
"That bastard." I seethed. "Get everyone in the base prepared, we leave in 20." I spoke ending the call before dropping my phone to the bed. My eyes wandered to the bimbo who was still catching her breath. At this point I think she was doing too much and the sight of her was beginning to irritate me. "Get out."
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đAzuria.
~REID GAMBINO
"Little Gambino, what an honor." Dante greeted with his signature grin which I grew up with. There was nothing more in the world I wanted than to smack that grin off his face because we're not on that friendly term at the moment. "Happy new year by the way." He added taking a sit opposite me.
"It's September." I monotonously replied as I took in his form. It had been so long since I last saw him. After the passing of my older brother, Alastair, Dante momentarily took his spot and trained me into becoming the man I am today, the next Don of the Valtoria Mafia. He used to be my brother's right hand man just as how Enzo was to me and I basically grew up with Dante around. I'm aware that the passing of my brother affected him just as much as it did with me too. I was 21 when Dante decided to leave us, to leave the Mafia world and to go have "fun" I also understand this "fun" he described was a coping mechanism for him because he had a harder time accepting that my brother, his best friend was gone. For the past few years, I've been trying to locate his whereabouts which was harder than it seems. Whenever my men got an update about his whereabouts, we wouldn't find a trace of him on getting there because it looked like he disappeared from the earths surface. Me finding him in Azuria, in the enemy's territory is a question I still need to come back to after I figure out why he decided to leave instead of standing and fighting side by side with me to take down the Azurians for what they did to us.
"How long has it been? You lookâŠ.bigger." He trailed off, accessing my frame with an accomplished smile edged to his face. He gives me that look whenever he was proud of me, he knew that I didn't relent with my trainings, even with him gone, he knew I worked and pushed harder.
"And you look older." I spoke up accessing his features. His brown hair was sleeked back nicely but his face, his face had wrinkles in places it didn't have before. I understand people age with time but Dante looks way older than his age and I know that the continuous thoughts he's having was causing him to age faster. I noticed the scowl on his face and watched him closely as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Was he trying to intimidate me? "What? You want to battle me in the ring." I asked, rolling my sleeves too which showed the intricate tattoos displayed on my forearm.
He chuckled throwing his head backwards as if I made a joke "Oh no, even though I trained you, the last time I fought with you, I limped for almost a year."
I hummed "Nice you remembered." I said rolling down the sleeves of my shirt.
"How could I forget?" He shook his head at me in disbelief. "By the way, to what do I hold this meeting?" He asked, all plays and jokes gone from his demeanor.
"You should return."
"Back to the club before your boys brought me here? Hell yeah!" He said folding up his arms across his chest as he scrutinizingly stared at all my men one by one in the room.
"You know what I'm talking about." I snapped, my patience wearing out.
"I have no clue." He shrugged.
"Dante." I gritted out. "I could easily kidnap you and take you back to Valtoria without any struggle." I reminded him which made him chuckle.
"Cool down boy, you don't scare me and we both know it." He smirked knowing full well he was right.
"I need you." I started, turning the silver band on my last left finger because Dante was beginning to aggravate me. I have to be the least patient person to ever walked this earth and I'm only tolerating Dante because of the relationship between us. If not, a bullet hole would have made an artistic third eye in between his eyebrows, no?
"Eh, I didn't know you swing the other way now." He said making me give him a pointed look in return. I'm sure he got the memo not to take the joke to that extent because he went silent afterwards until Enzo decided to speak up.
"Dante Pleas-" Enzo got started but got interrupted by Dante who now wore a furrowed brow because we were never taught to beg for anything. All we do is kill and take but I can't kill Dante so I guess I just have to take him instead.
"Don't you dare beg, you aren't brought up to beg and I certainly didn't train you like that. Have you gone weak." Dante scolded.
"I wouldn't have to if you aren't being difficult."
"What can I say." Dante shrugged "I'm Dante Lombardi after all, ego is a common family trait."
"When will you return." I spoke up this time because Enzo's and Dante's conversation would only end up going in circles.
"I can't."
"Why?" I shot back.
"You know why?"
"I know. But Alastair wouldn't have been happy with the decision you made. We are still yet to avenge his death. Those AzuriansâŠ." I reminded making a grim look take over his feature.
The table went silent for a while with Dante in deep thoughts. "I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything." He calmly said in which I nodded in response to. Although, his answer wasn't to my liking but I'm just going to give him few months, if he doesn't return on his will, I'm going to have to take him against his will. Thinking about it, I think I prefer the latter, the former seems to boring for me. "Here, have this" Dante passed a card with the word 'Mystic Arts' written on it with a cursive font.
"What is this?" I questioned skeptically while going through the little black card which is now in my hands.
Dante gave me his signature grin taking out a cigarette from his chest pocket. "Relax, heard you were a big collector of artwork. It's an invite to an auction." He explained, lightning up his cigar.
"Mm" I hummed interestingly.
"Get yourself something pretty before you return to Valtoria." He puffed out a smoke and stood up. "I guess I'll see you when I see you, little Gambino." He winked before walking out the door.
I continued staring at the card and passed it down to Enzo who analyzed it further.
"Boss, what if he was working for the Azurians and this was just a set up." Gio spoke, leaving me in deep thoughts because nothing is impossible in the Mafia lifestyle. After all, we're criminals.
"You think?" I fiddled on the silver band on my last finger. A little seed of doubt planted in me due to Gio's words.
"We are Mafias, nobody is to be trusted, not even our shadows."