DANTE
Before me kneels a man who may very well be the epitome of stupidity. Perhaps I've met others who rival his idiocy, but he unquestionably sits at the top of the list. How else can one justify his audacity to steal from me, despite being aware of the severe consequences that come with such actions?As I sit here, pinching my brows in frustration, I shoot a withering glare in his direction. For over an hour now, I've repeated the same question to him without any satisfactory response. "Where is my money, Jet?" I refuse to waste my breath asking him again. "You are aware of my disdain for repetition, yet you seem determined to force me to repeat myself."As I stood there, gazing down at Jet's bloodied face on the ground, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. It was almost convincing, the way he kept repeating that he had nothing to do with the missing diamonds. If I didn't know any better, I might have believed him. But I've been in this game for far too long to fall for such tricks."Please, bossman," Jet sobbed, his voice shaking. "I did not take your money. You have to believe me...I think we can work this out, bo_""We?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Mateo to make sure he heard the same thing I did. "Did I hear you say 'we,' Jet? I gave you my merchandise to deliver, and you ran away with it, leaving my client high and dry. And now you want us to resolve the situation?"As I squatted down to his level, I grabbed Jet's jaw tightly, my frustration boiling over. "What do you take me for, a fucking circus clown?!" I pushed him away roughly, feeling the anger coursing through my veins."I'm sorry, boss," Jet whimpered, his eyes darting around nervously. "I made a mistake, a mistake that I'm willing to rectify."Standing up straight, I took a step back from Jet, trying to distance myself from his desperation. But he was quick to grab onto my leg, pleading with me to spare his life."I'll pay you back everything, sir," he begged, his voice shaking. "I swear, I'll give you double."It was almost pathetic, the way he was trying to talk his way out of the situation. But it was too late for apologies or promises. Dante Williams doesn't give second chances. And Jet had just sealed his own fate.Gazing down at the trembling figure kneeling before me, a wicked smirk crept across my lips. "Double, you say?" I taunted, turning to my partner-in-crime Mateo. "Did you hear that, Mateo? This fool thinks he can buy his way out of this mess with just double the payment."Mateo chuckled, relishing in the man's foolishness rather than finding him comical. As the man stuttered and stammered, I couldn't help but feel a throbbing ache pulsating in my temples, threatening to overwhelm me. I pressed the cold metal of my gun against my forehead, hoping to alleviate the pounding pressure."Listen up," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "This is your last chance to fess up. If you don't tell me where my diamond is, I'll make sure you never use that hand again." My words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the consequences. The man remained stubbornly silent, refusing to give up his secret.With a sharp nod to Mateo, they hoisted the man up and dragged him towards the grinding machine. The sound of his screams echoed in the empty warehouse, but we paid them no heed. It wasn't until he screeched out the location of the diamond that we relented, allowing him to scramble away."It's in my childhood home!" he wailed, his voice strained with fear. "I swear it! Just let me go and I'll bring it back to you."I watched him slink away, a satisfied grin spreading across my face.As I commanded my men to release the traitor, I couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment. Jet, one of my most trusted henchmen, had proven himself to be a snake in the grass. The realization hit me hard as he spoke, revealing his true motives. "Your childhood home?" I scoffed, unable to believe the audacity of his words. "You mean you took my hard-earned money all the way to California? Impressive, but misguided."Despite my initial shock, I maintained my composure. Jet had been a valuable member of my crew, but his greed had led him astray. I knew what needed to be done. I lifted my gun and aimed it at his chest. One shot was all it took to end his life.As the chaos died down, I turned to my right-hand man, Mateo. "Take care of this and send Adam to California to retrieve what's mine," I ordered firmly. "And if anyone tries to interfere, they'll answer to me."With a nod of understanding, Mateo and the others went to work, packing up Jet's remains in a plastic bag. As they carried out my orders, I stepped outside into the cool night air. Despite the gravity of the situation, a sense of relief washed over me. The chapter with Jet had finally come to a close, and I could move on to bigger and better things.Stepping into the cool evening, I glanced at my wristwatch, I couldn't believe how long I had wasted with that insufferable fool. If he had only cooperated sooner, I could have avoided such a tedious ordeal. Frustrated, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Lisa's number.Lisa was my go-to girl, the one who knew exactly how to satisfy my desires without getting too attached. I dialed her number, already impatient for her response. "Be at my place in thirty minutes," I demanded as she picked up the phone. "I hate waiting, so don't keep me waiting."Her response was as predictable as ever, her voice grating on my nerves. "Okay, baby," she purred, a sound that grated on my nerves."You know how much I hate that nickname," I snapped, my frustration mounting. "Do I need to reconsider inviting you over tonight?""I'm sorry," she simpered, her voice still irritatingly high-pitched. "What do you want me to wear? Black thong or red?"I rolled my eyes at the question, feeling my patience wearing thin. "It's your choice, Lisa," I growled, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the field. "Just show up and do your job."Disconnecting the call, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, my mind reeling from the day's events. Why did everyone seem intent on pushing my buttons? All I wanted was to get what I wanted without any unnecessary drama. Was that too much to ask?*********** As I arrived home, I spotted Lisa loitering in the lobby, adorned with her usual artificiality. At times, I couldn't help but question why I bothered with someone so superficial, yet I reminded myself that sleeping with her came with minimal fuss.Her face lit up upon seeing me, revealing a gleaming set of pearly whites. "Hey ba_"I wasted no time in interrupting her. "Lisa, do you comprehend that there are countless women who would gladly take your place? While you may satisfy me sexually, numerous women could outperform you in that aspect. If you dare call me 'baby' or try to kiss me again, I will have Victor escort you to the curb in an instant. Is that crystal clear?"She jutted her lips out in a pout."Is that perfectly clear?" I thundered, my voice as steely as I intended it to be.Lisa immediately recoiled. "Yes.""Good. Let's finish this and spare Victor the inconvenience of driving you home. I'm sure he's growing weary of it." Additionally, I have a plethora of work to attend to.As I strolled down the hallway, Lisa suddenly came to a halt, her face contorted into a petulant pout. "What am I supposed to do if Victor isn't going to drive me home?" she grumbled. "I didn't bring my car, unless you want me to spend the night here with you."Without breaking stride, I dug my hand into my pocket and made my way towards the elevator, scarcely caring if Lisa was following me or not. Her ploy to stay the night was becoming stale and vexing."Lisa," I said firmly, "I gave you that car for a reason, a reason I'm sure you haven't forgotten. Victor is not your personal chauffeur, and I certainly didn't hire him to drive you around. From now on, you can either take a cab or walk home. I've had an incredibly long and unpleasant day, and I could use some stress relief. You can either help me with that, or you can leave. I don't need any more aggravation."Lisa jutted out her lips in a childish manner. "Fine, let's go make you feel better," she said, her tone sultry. "But you have to promise me lots of orgasms."**********After providing Lisa with what was undoubtedly the most intense orgasm of her life, and following a series of climactic releases on my part, I decided to give her some money to ensure that she would be able to take care of herself. Though she initially made a face and protested, suggesting that she was not a whore, she eventually relented and took the money before departing.Feeling spent, I promptly proceeded to take a shower and intended to rest for a mere five minutes before delving into some pressing paperwork. It was during this moment of temporary respite that my phone began to ring, with the name "Mateo" appearing on the screen.Although all I desired was a brief interlude of relaxation, I reluctantly answered the call, groaning as I did so. "What do you want, Mateo?" I asked, my tone implying annoyance."We have a problem, boss," he responded urgently.I couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation. "What is it this time, Mateo?" I inquired wearily."It's the cops! Someone has tipped them off!" he exclaimed.Frustration and anger welled up inside me at the news. "Motherf*ckers!" I swore vehemently, my mind already racing with thoughts of how to address this unexpected complication.AnnaOnce I discovered that Santa Claus had long since passed away, decades before my own arrival into this world, nothing seemed to catch me off guard anymore. Frankly, it both perplexes and irritates me when people anticipate my feigned shock and amazement, when in fact I had long predicted the outcome.Allow me to recount a comparable experience. On the eve of my birthday, my ex-boyfriend, now proudly labeled as such, posed the classic question: “What would you like for your birthday?” I requested a bracelet, and as anticipated, he handed me one the following day. However, he expected me to put on an act of surprise and astonishment, as if I were an impressionable child on Christmas morning. What absurdity! I had long known he would purchase a bracelet for me.As I bade farewell to my colleague at the coffee shop, I brushed aside a nagging thought that had been troubling me all day. The crisp air outside the cozy interior of the cafe hit me like a slap in the face, making me regret
AnnaIt’s been five days, five long torturous days since I got that letter from those men. I’ve taken all the safety measures that I could think of; getting extra locks, and buying a silly breast knife that I do not even know how to use. How can I harm someone with a knife when more often than not, I trip on my own feet?Even though I knew deep down that I won’t be able to defend myself with that knife, I felt a little rest assured that the extra locks will keep them out, but the image before me shows that my efforts were nothing but stupid and useless.I wasted the little money I had on those locks, only for them to come out useless.Staring at those two words, boldly written in fat serial letters which simply say ‘TWO DAYS’, I felt nothing but chills run through my blood, turning it cold with fear.Frozen with fear, my brain thought of the best action to take, but the only thing that came to mind was ‘RUN’ I have to run for my life if at all I want to survive these men. Paying what
AnnaAs I held the ID in my hand, I began to experience doubt about my decision to sell the jacket. I have never had a predisposition towards theft; the notion of taking things that don't belong to me has never once crossed my mind. The decision to sell the jacket was a product of sheer desperation. With a heavy heart, I looked at the ID card once more and let out a sigh. Dante Williams is a force to be reckoned with, and his reputation extends far beyond the confines of New York City.Returning the jacket was an imperative, and I must do so with all its contents intact. Men of a menacing nature were already scouring the streets of New York for me, and I had no intention of inviting Dante William's crew to join the hunt. Seated on the bed, I scowled at the old wall clock. Why had all the wrongdoing in New York singled me out as the target, as though I were cursed since childhood?As I lifted the ID card, I smiled at a thought that crossed my mind. Amidst all this chaos, one fact remai
DanteAs I watched Anna stride confidently out of my office, my heart sank. I knew her returning my jacket was merely a pretext to see me again. Despite the fact that she was on the run, I had made the decision to keep my distance unless she specifically sought my help. Did she honestly believe she could evade me? My men had been monitoring her ever since they discovered her in that miserable motel, but they refrained from dragging her to me on my orders. I was aware of the suspicious individuals who had been asking about her whereabouts, but unless she opened up to me, I refused to intervene. Despite my resolve, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that I needed to protect her from any potential danger.I picked up my phone and dialed Matteo's number. "Anna just left my office. I want my men to keep a close eye on her.""Sure thing, boss. Is she connected to the new business owner?" Matteo inquired."I pay you to follow my orders, not to ask questions," I snapped. "Just get my
AnnaAs I tried to lift my hand to touch my throbbing head, I was startled to find that my limbs wouldn't move. Panic set in as I struggled to open my eyes, but the pain only intensified. Just as I was about to lose all hope, cold water was poured over my head, bringing me back to reality. Blinking away the haze, I saw that I was bound hand and foot, with the two men from the previous night staring down at me."What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice quivering with fear. "If you're going to kill me, just get it over with. I'm not afraid to die."The man with a scar laughed harshly. "Oh, honey, you don't know what you're saying. Death would be the easy way out. You should be praying that our boss doesn't want you dead, because that would be a fate worse than anything you can imagine."I was speechless, unable to even respond with a curse. But just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, a new voice spoke up - one that was surprisingly young and handsome."Nobody's getting f
DanteIt took us two excruciating hours to locate the cabin where Anna was being held. When we finally arrived, I stepped out of the car, ready to retrieve Anna from her captors."Boss, we can't just go in. It might be a trap," Matteo warned.I shot him a hard glare. "Tom, take your crew and surround the back door. Jack, you and your crew should encircle the perimeter and ensure nobody leaves. Matteo and Victor, you're coming with me.""Yes, sir," they answered in unison.Despite my confidence, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. It was more than just Anna's kidnapping; there was an ominous vibe surrounding the whole situation. As we entered the cabin, we found it empty."Boss, do you think we have the right location?""Search the entire house. Report anything out of place," I ordered."Boss, we found something!" Jack shouted from the other end of the house.I sprinted towards the room Jack was pointing at and kicked the door open to find Anna tied to a chair, uncon
DanteAs I approached Anna's room, a disquieting sensation crept up my spine. My mind was already buzzing with unanswered questions that needed to be resolved. As I walked in, my eyes landed on Anna, her back propped against the bedpost, with her eyes tightly shut in unbearable agony. It was evident that the drugs were taking a toll on her, causing her immense discomfort. Despite being aware of how imprudent it was, I proceeded to ask, "How are you feeling, Anna?"She opened her eyes, and her gaze met mine before responding, "I'm fine, I suppose. Just a pulsating headache."As anticipated, the medication seemed to be doing more harm than good. "I'll have Martha bring you some painkillers," I stated. "You need to rest. The doctor has recommended plenty of rest and water for you. Moreover, tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I'll need to gather information from you about the men who abducted you."Anna nibbled on her fingernails before questioning me, "Why did you come for me?"As
AnnaI had a restless night, tossing and turning, as my mind was preoccupied with that despicable man. How could he have done this to me? Who does he think he is? One moment, he's kissing me, and the next, he's off screwing someone else. Recalling the kiss now fills me with embarrassment and makes me feel foolish for having fallen for his deception. "Damn you, Dante," I muttered as I drew myself out of bed and headed for a refreshing shower.After my shower, I made my way to the dining area for breakfast. There, I ran into a fellow lodger who went by the name Matteo. "Good morning, Mat," I greeted him, trying to shake off the bitter mood that had been brought on by Dante's betrayal."Well, well, well," Matteo responded with a sly grin. "Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed."I was in no mood for his playful banter. "Just cut the crap, Matteo. I don't have time for your cheekiness this morning."But Matteo's laughter echoed through the hallway, making me realize that