Page 6 of The Beast of London & His Pet

I didn't like the thought of drunken men coming onto her, looking at her round curvaceous ass and soft lush breasts. I got a vision of her sitting on my cock, riding me into oblivion with her dark hair cascading around us. Her slick pussy swallowing up my entire length.

“She has a day and an evening job. She sold Viagra on the weekends,” I said, rubbing my jaw as I considered how the padding on her ass would make the perfect cushion.

“What about a cook or a maid for your big old house?” Armando said with a smirk. “Her selling Viagra didn't exactly cut into our line of business.”

“She would poison you,” Nero grunted. “She sold her shit under the Boss’s roof so it doesn't matter what the substance was.”

“Just out of curiosity. Where are the pills now?” Armando asked.

“Why? Does your dick not work without blue pills?” Nero asked with a smile.

“My dick attracts more pussy than your dog piss cologne,” Armando said dryly, wiping Nero’s smile from his face.

“Guys, can we discuss Alessio’s girlfriend later?” Silvio said, dragging Petrit onto the plastic sheet.

“She isn't my girlfriend,” I said tightly before kicking Petrit in his face.

It felt too good, so I began to stomp on his head.

“Motherfucker, do you think you can come on my turf and hurt my fucking people? London is mine.”

“Hurry up and get the others,” Armando said. “Talking about his girlfriend has him wound up.”

I grinned when Petrit tried to cover his head because it meant I could move onto his ribs. I grunted in pleasure when I heard his ribs crack.

“Luciano, are these the cunts that smashed up your restaurant?” I asked, pausing to look at him.

“Sì signore,” he said, and I waved for him to take off as my man Nico came forward.

He wore a neck cast from being hunted down in the streets, and when he took refuge in Luciano’s restaurant, the Albanians trashed it before they turned on Nico and the restaurant staff. I always double and triple checked before I took lives.

“Get a good look at the others, Nico,” I said before I took the axe from Nero. “Make sure it’s everyone who attacked you and Luciano.”

We always left one alive but paralysed so they could relay my message. The rest would be delivered back to their boss in pieces. I was past caring if we had an all-out war. Play time was over. It was time for these fucks to remember who they were dealing with.

The Beast of London.

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I snuck into my office avoiding the surveillance cameras. My office cameras always gave me an airtight alibi since only my closest men knew about my secret entrance. My wine-importing company was the most lucrative business. Britain was the world’s second largest wine importer by volume, and my grandparents' vineyards helped bolster my initial success.

Once I settled at my desk, I called my secretary to request a coffee. It was still early enough to have an espresso. When I checked my phone, I took it off silent and saw a picture of Francesca kissing a man on his cheek. He was around the same age as me, but how he looked at her made my blood boil.

Me:Who is he?

Rocco:Her manager at her night job.

I was tempted to have him fall down several flights of stairs.

Me:I will send you the pick-up details for the girl. Stay on her and report everything back to me.

Rocco:Everything from morning to night, boss?

Me:EVERYTHING!

What the fuck was wrong with my staff? They couldn't follow simple instructions. I picked up my phone to check through all her messages again. It was best to be prepared when I decided her fate. She could kick and scream all she wanted, but Francesca was a firebrand that I wanted a taste of. My cock hardened at the thought of taming her pouty mouth. The sick, nasty things I wanted to do with that woman. She was a fighter.

Me:Are you behaving yourself?

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