Page 47 of Sinful Pleasure

I was the last one to find out that Allyn was going to join Angelo on his business trip to Italy.

The stupidity of this family was reaching newfucking highs.

I burst into my brother’s office without even knocking, fury flooding my veins.

The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold. Angelo was lounging back on his couch, a naked girl kneeling between his legs. Her head moved up and down, and Angelo was guiding her by her hair, a sick grin on his face.

He didn’t even seem to notice me at first. But as soon as he looked up, still holding the girl’s hair, he paused. She was choking, the look on his face suggesting it brought him some twisted satisfaction. I wrinkled my face in disgust.

“Get her out of here before I put a bullet in her skull.”

“You always spoil the fun.”

His voice was dripping with frustration as he pushed the girl off him, watching her stumble awkwardly as she landed on her ass. I didn’t even bother looking at her as I turned my head, just in time to see Angelo zip his pants up.

“You could have joined us. I have no problem sharing with you.”

My fists clenched by my sides, but I forced myself to hold back.

The girl, her face pale with fear, trembled on the ground, her makeup smeared and saliva at the corner of her mouth. This wasn’t new to me, notby a long shot. It barely fazed me anymore.

Angelo just waved dismissively, as if the girl were a mere nuisance, and she scrambled to her feet. Her eyes were glued to the floor as she left, still naked. The door shut behind her, leaving us alone.

He plopped back down on the couch as if nothing happened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and arrogance, as if I wasn’t about to rip his head off. He looked down at his expensive watch, an air of casual indifference about him.

“To what do I owe your presence at this late hour, brother?”

“Why?” I drawled, stepping closer, my voice low and dangerous.

‘‘Why what?’’ He raised an eyebrow.

“Why the hell would you take Allyn with you to Italy?”

I was no longer even trying to hide the anger in my voice. Angelo leaned back, a smirk on his face that made my blood boil.

“She’s my future wife, and if I want the world to believe that, I have to take her with me to places.”

“That doesn’t mean dragging her into the lair of the most dangerous and ruthless men in the fucking world, idiot.” I snapped, now standing directly in front of him. My fists were clenched at my sides.

Angelo feigned indifference, but I could see through him. He was trying to act unbothered, trying to remain in control, but deep down, I knew he was rattled.

He’s afraid of me. Just like everyone else.I’m a monster—a psychopath. And he has every right to be terrified of me.

“You want to get us all killed?” I growled, my voice low, dripping with menace.

“You’re overreacting,” Angelo shot back, trying to remain defiant.

I didn’t give him the luxury of more words.

I grabbed him by the throat, squeezing tightly until I heard the wet sound of him choking, the same way that girl had choked on his dick just minutes ago.

His skin turned ashen in seconds, eyes bulging, gasping for air, but it was useless. He had no chance against me.

Oh, how I love the feeling of control. Seeing that look of fear in someone’s eyes—it’s the only thing that makes my empty days feel meaningful.

“Am I, brother?” I hissed, my voice cold, my grip tightening. His pupils were fading, the life in his eyes slowly dimming. “Because it seems to me like you’re making one dumb decision after another, dragging me down with you.”

The life in his eyes was slipping away, and I relished it. I wanted him to feel what it’s like to be powerless. To know what it’s like to be beneath me.

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