Page 3 of Betrayal

She had fight in her. Eventually, I intended to break her. Her ivory skin looked like it was smooth as silk. I bet it felt soft to the touch. As much as she denied we would happen, the more I wanted to prove her wrong. I’d claim her as mine. But in due time. She wouldn’t be able to get enough of me.

I watched as Susie delivered a meal to Dove. She was quiet while she ate with one hand.

Susie headed up the stairs, leaving a low light on. The one that was more of a spotlight.

A light knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

“Is there anything else, Master?” Susie asked meekly.

I looked at the screen and then back to Susie. “That’ll be all for the evening.”

She offered a small bow before closing the door behind her. Walking over to my bar, I made myself a drink before sitting back down.

Once Dove fell asleep, I headed up to my room for sleep myself. It had been a long day.

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At the long dining room table, I ate breakfast alone, like every day. I didn’t mind but it did get old after a while.

I looked to Susie who was serving me. “How is she this morning?”

“She seems fine, Master. She’s already eaten and is ready to follow your next instructions.”

“Don’t feed her again until dinner.”

“Yes, Master.”

My right-hand, Matteo, appeared just as I pushed my empty plate away. “We have a situation down at the dock.”

I stood and buttoned my suit jacket. “What kind of fucking problem?”

“Caught some Mexicans bringing in drugs. Obviously, they don’t know who runs this territory.”

Cracking my knuckles, I chuckled at the thought of killing someone. It had been a while since my last kill. I ran this town. I said who came and went. “Let’s go.”

We loaded in to the SUV. “Are all the guys on board?” I asked.

“They are holding the men at gunpoint, waiting on your directions.”

“How many are there?”

“Only three guys.”

Okay, three guys to my five. It was a no brainer. I pulled my leather gloves on. “Gun?” Matteo placed the gun in my hand and I checked the bullets in it.

Arriving at the dock, I stepped onto the boat, finding a few of my men pointing guns at the Mexican crew. “Who’s your boss?” I asked, before taking a second to crack my neck, relieving some of the tension.

The men remained silent and they didn’t seem to be willing to talk to me at all. If their boss would have come to me first, we might have been able to negotiate something. But when fuckers came in my territory without my permission, that was what pissed me off.

“Are you prepared to die for your boss? You’re just minions. So, you’ll be dying for no good reason.”

One guy held his hands up. “Okay. Fine.” He tilted his head up to look at me.

Matteo crossed his arms across his large puffed out chest. “Talk.”

“We work for Jose Macias.”

The other two guys looked at him like he just gave up the ultimate betrayal.

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