Page 5 of The Beast of London & His Pet

I hope he didn't expect me to push real drugs for him. Fuck!

“You will wait for my instructions,” he said before he stood up.

He picked up all of my pills and his gun and strode to his desk. My eye-line was obscured when he moved onto the far side of the room and behind his screen. He was as big as the stupid smelly oaf that dragged me up here.

He wore a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt. I couldn't deny that he looked and smelled like a sexy bad boy, but I didn't need this kind of complication in my life. Especially not one that could get me killed. Is this why women wrote to criminals in prison?

“I expect you to keep your mouth shut about tonight and you will stop selling Viagra to men,” he said as he stood up holding my small purple phone.

“Can I sell it to girlfriends and wives? If you think about it, I’m helping my sisters get laid.”

“No, you fucking can't, and if I get a single whiff of you peddling any more of this shit, I will take up Nero’s offer.”

Sheesh. All he had to say was no.

When he came over, he held the phone to my face before he turned it back and began to tap away on my phone. I opened my mouth to protest but decided I’d done enough damage tonight.

“I will message you with further instructions,” he said before holding his phone next to mine and tapping away on them.

“I won't do anything illegal or immoral,” I said because my Nonno would kill me. He didn't know about my side hustle.

“You will do as I ask without questioning me,” he snapped at me.

I think it was probably for the best that he kept the Viagra, the uptight bastard needed something to take the edge off. If I was lucky with his blood pressure and the pills, he could drop dead. I smiled when I thought of him in his coffin with an erection tenting his trousers.

A dead hard one.

When I looked at him, he stared at me as if I were the lunatic. My amusement vanished when he approached me with a knife in his hands.

“I faint at the sight of blood,” I lied in a blind panic.

He didn't say anything but put his arms around me, and I could smell his aftershave. It didn't smell like dog piss. I leaned in to inhale it in.

“Are you smelling me?” he asked, but I could hear his amusement.

“Just checking that you didn't smell like dog—never mind,” I said quickly, remembering the knife in his hand.

He cut the plastic ties, and I brought my hands around to see they were almost purple.

That big hairy, smelly bastard. What was his name? Nero. I hoped he tripped and fell on a knife and stabbed his dick off. No amount of Viagra would fix that shit.

Chapter 3

Alessio

I stared at the contents of her phone. She was very close with her family, which I could use to my advantage. I was pleased to see she didn't have a boyfriend or lover. It had been four days since I had caught her selling Viagra in my club. She was being followed by one of my men. I couldn't have Nero on the job because I wasn't convinced that he could resist killing her.

The truth was I couldn't get the sight of her sexy green underwear out of my head. Her little pink nipples had poked through the see-through lace. It only pissed me off that she was pulling my concentration away from my business. She hadn’t lied about her jobs. She worked in a preschool, a call centre in the evenings, and on the weekends she peddled Viagra.

“You're thinking about her again,” Armando said. “Why don't you just call her already?”

“I’m simply contemplating a suitable punishment for her,” I said, turning my phone over so no one could see her photo before I shoved it into my pocket.

“Break her arms,” Nero said. “Or maybe her jaw. Yes, her jaw.”

I frowned at him. I might have wanted to spank her until she begged for mercy, but I didn't want to break her bones.

“She could work off her punishment at the club,” Silvio piped up.

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