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Savage Beginnings(8)
Author: J.L. Beck

What is he going to do now?

I relax slightly when I realize he just wants to dry my hair. His actions don’t add up. None of this makes sense. Why is he treating me like this? One minute he is threatening me, grabbing me by the throat, the next he dries my hair? What kind of sick game is he playing?

I don’t want to find out. All I want to do is get out of this unscathed.

 

 

6

 

 

Julian

 

 

After watching her shower and staring at her perfect body covered in soap, it was hard for me to walk away and leave her in that room without fucking her—the heavy swell of her breasts, her smooth belly, and shapely thighs. I didn’t get the best look at her pussy, but that was okay. Soon enough, I wouldn’t just be getting a look at it, I would be fucking it.

I playback in my mind the way she trembled and reacted to me as I dried her off. She wasn’t sure if I was going to hurt her or nurture her, and that was right where I wanted her, straddling the line of fear, anticipating my next move at all times. I want her to crave my touch and want me, but I also need her to obey me, and the best way for that is fear.

I would never actually harm her physically, but she doesn’t know that. Some well-placed threats should be enough to keep her in line, and if not, I have an arsenal of punishments that will teach her without actually harming her.

If she behaves, I will reward her. If she disobeys, I will discipline her. Easy as that.

I thought long and hard on how I would punish her if she decided not to obey me. A spanking? Maybe she would enjoy that too much. I probably should think about something more creative.

Locking her in the room is a good start. Isolation will have her craving my companionship, make her want me even though she doesn’t. Silence and loneliness do strange things to the human mind.

Markus walks into my office without so much as a knock, stopping once he reaches my desk. “What the hell happened to your face?”

I smirk, remembering the scratches Elena left on my skin. “Played with a kitten last night. That tiny thing has some claws.”

Seemingly uninterested in my answer, he changes the subject to Elena’s father. “The spy you have at the Romero mansion reported that the girl’s father plans to come for his daughter.”

Smiling, I lean back in my chair. “Of course, he does. I didn’t expect it to be that easy. What’s he got planned?” I could easily send some of my best men over to have them end him, but what would be the fun in that?

I want him to watch me ruin his daughter. I want my revenge, and he isn’t going to fucking ruin that for me by forcing me to put a bullet between his eyes.

“He didn’t have anything else to say but that. I told him to keep his ear to the ground and report back as soon as he heard something.”

“Great. I have a meeting at the strip club. Going to collect a debt. Call me if she gives you any trouble.”

Markus nods, his face is emotionless as always. He’s one of my best men, and I know if I can trust anyone not to hurt her, it’s him. He knows the only one who gets to mark her skin is me, unlike Roger, who paid the price. I used him as an example for my men.

Dismissing Markus, I stand and smooth a hand down my three-piece suit. I’m feeling like a million bucks and not just because I stole something precious, something priceless. As I leave my office, I consider walking down the hall to check on Elena. I want to see her trembling, waiting to see what happens next, but more than that, I want her to crave me. Crave my body, my attention. I want her to want me so badly it hurts when I’m not near, and that won’t happen if I’m popping in whenever.

This is a lesson and one she must learn.

When I reach the front door, the SUV is parked outside, I slip into the back seat and check my phone for the time, I could send any of my men to do this job. Hell, Lucca would love to spill some blood right now, but sometimes you have to take things into your own hands. Roberto’s a long-time associate and is behind on his dues, and if I’m being honest, I’m in the mood to break some bones. The little temptress locked in my mansion is trying my patience, and the tension in my body has to go somewhere.

It’s Roberto’s lucky day.

The devil is coming to his doorstep.

 

 

When the SUV pulls up at Dimension’s, I get out and straighten as does my third in command, Lucca. He’s young but has proven himself time and again. His father was an associate of my father’s, on his deathbed, I promised I would watch out for Lucca, he wasn’t born into this life, but that didn’t matter to me. He’s earned his spot.

The two bouncers at the door greet us with head nods, and I walk in without speaking a single word to either of them. I didn’t get the ruthless reputation that I have by shaking hands and smiling. There were a lot of lives lost, a lot of blood fucking shed for the Moretti family.

If my father were alive, I’m sure he would be proud of the savage way I lead things. He was even more ruthless than I am.

Elena’s naiveté and virginity wouldn’t have stood a chance against him. He would’ve taken her without mercy, killed her father right before her eyes. I had more mercy than that; after all, she was an innocent caught in the middle of a war she knew nothing about.

My father always wanted me to take over after his death, but I wasn’t sure it was my path, not until after my mother’s death. Then everything changed.

Inside, the smell of smoke and sweat permeates the air, clinging to my lungs with each breath I take. The place doesn’t open for a couple more hours, so I don’t have to worry about any patrons seeing something they shouldn’t. Naked women scurry out of my way as we walk through the dimly lit bar and stage area. Roberto’s office is just down the hall, so that’s where I’m headed.

Reaching the door, I pause for half a second before I twist the knob and shove it hard, sending it flying open. What can I say, I like to make an entrance!

Roberto’s beady eyes widen with shock as he scurries from behind his desk, the shock giving way to fear as recognition takes hold. It’s not often that I show up personally to collect a due, but today is his lucky day.

“Julian… I… I have your money, sir.”

Stepping into the room, I stare down at him. Roberto is a tiny man with a balding head, protruding belly, and seriously bad hygiene. Pigs smell better than he does. His clothes are tattered, his dress shirt barely covering his stomach.

“I would hope so, plus interest.”

“Yes… plus interest.” Roberto’s voice quivers, his eyes darting away, not in fear but something else. Something is going on here, the tightening in my gut tells me so. I reach for my gun at the same time he moves behind his desk.

A drawer squeaks open, and he looks down almost remorsefully at its content.

The organ in my chest thumps loudly.

What is this fucker trying to do? Does he want to die?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti,” he whispers.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins. My gun is drawn, my finger on the trigger, the moment he pulls out a handgun and points it at me. I pull the trigger without thought or mercy, watching as the bullet leaves the chamber and enters his chest, the impact of the bullet causing him to stagger back and collapse against the wall. The gun he pulled falls to the floor with a clatter, and I walk over to him, kicking it away. Sliding down the wall, he slumps to the floor. He’s making little gasping noises, his eyes frantic and fearful. He’s not dead yet, but he will be soon.

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