Page 13 of Bound to the Mafia King

She stepped toward me with her hand twitching at her side.

“Are you okay?” Now her terror had turned into concern and… pity?

I could take hatred, I could stomach destain, but pity? That was something that I could not allow. I was a Valdez. Pity was not an emotion that you associated with someone like me.

I looked away from her and shook my bloodied hand at my side. “I should call it a night.”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I simply brushed past her and walked off the balcony like I had bell fire hot on myheels. I didn’t know what the fuck that was about, but now I had some pent-up anger that needed to go somewhere.

I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed a number I rarely ever used.

“Well, this is a shocker. To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr Valdez?” Quincy's voice came from the receiver.

“I need you to bring a man to me. Make it inconspicuous. I need it all to look like an accident.”

“I was getting bored anyway. Who are we killing?”

“Vance Leaman.” Today would be the day that Vance learned not to try and fuck with me. I was not just like karma, when I came to collect a debt, I came seeking high interest.

Maybe getting my hands a little bloodied would ease the tight feeling seeing Anastasia had left me with. It was this gnawing and nagging feeling that just refused to let up.

I took my phone out again and dialed a number that I had not made use of in a very long time.

“Hello?” she answered on the first ring.

Typical. The woman was about as desperate as they came. I knew she wanted the life that I could potentially offer her. She didn’t care if I was the devil’s reincarnate or not. She would give her soul for a Hermes bag.

How deep our society has fallen.

“I’m coming.” That was all I said before I hung up the phone and made my way out of the building and to my car.

It didn't take me long to get to the building. For years, I had frequented the high-class establishment before I was forced to reformate by my brother and sister-in-law. The receptionist greeted, but I didn’t return the sentiment.

I had no time for pleasantries. I wanted one thing and one thing alone, and that was to fuck the last hour out of my head.

I walked into the red room and Brenda was waiting for me in her lingerie. Had my mind not been so busy, I would have taken time to admire her.

“Valerio Valdez.” She hopped off the dresser and sauntered toward me. “It’s been long.”

It had been a while since I had visited the brothel. I had no need for it since my reformation, but seeing the events that had taken place only an hour ago, I needed to blow off some steam, and Brenda was just the woman to do it.

My eyes raked over her body. I could feel my dick straining against my trousers.

Brenda batted her eyes my way and gave me a flirty smile that did nothing to appease me, but I let her believe it did.

“Undress.” I unzipped my pants and allowed my dick to flick out.

I watched her peel off the little pieces of cloth that could hardly pass as clothes off her body. She shimmied out of her underwear and then stood before me, waiting expectantly.

“Hands on the bed, ass to me.”

She did as she was instructed. She was as obedient as ever, just how I liked them. I stepped forward, stroking my cock as I analyzed her perky little ass. Brenda didn’t shy away from the cosmetic procedures. She was more plastic than flesh at this point, and at certain angles she was hard to look at.

“New ass?” I smacked her left cheek hard, to which she gripped the white sheets and smiled back at me.

“Just for you,” she used her flirty voice.

“And every other man you fuck.”

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