***WARNING | BRIEF STEAMY SCENE & TRIGGER WARNING***
*Edgardo’s POV*
As soon as the door closed after Alberto, I turned to Penelope.
“So?” I murmured in her ear, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I think we had some unfinished business.”
“I don’t recall any unfinished business.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes as I gripped her neck tightly. “Actually,” She added, pursing her lips. “I do remember you acting like a bossy asšhole. Was that it?”
I lowered my face while I pressed my lips against her ear, slowly nibbling on her earlobe before sucking on the small section underneath it. “Trying to get me to fūck you, are you?” I chuckled lowly, making her whimper and try to push me off. Try because her tiny asš wasn’t strong enough to get me off.
“Arrogant asšhole.” She moaned as I rubbed my semi-hard cōck against her core. I’d bet she was dripping for me.
“Yeah?” I breathed against her neck, making her shiver before I pushed her back towards the couches they were on. “Tell me more, little girl.”
“Edgardo.” She panted as I slowly trailed my nose along her neck. “Someone could walk in.” She whispered in slight panic.
“That’s fine. We can give them a show of a lifetime.” I growled in her ear, making her breath hitch.
I felt her shiver when I flipped her over and pushed her against the back of the couch. I wasn’t usually so reckless when Capo was nearby, but Penelope made me go crazy with lust. It could be because I was so close to claiming her pūssy and still had the need to be balls deep inside of her, but I couldn’t think straight right now. I just had to be extra careful in case Alberto’s door opened.
“You should have listened when I told you to go to our bedroom.” I told her as I pressed my crotch against her asš, forcing her fingers to dig into the sofa as she stifled a groan.
“Your.” She breathed out after a few seconds of my teasing. “Your room.”
“Ours.” I hissed, pulling back slightly before rushing my hips forward, making her moan loudly as one of her hands flew to her mouth. “Your moans make me so fūcking hard, Pen. I can’t wait to claim your pūssy.” I groaned, grabbing the back of her neck, and pulling her against my front. “I bet you are so fūcking wet and ready for me, little girl.”
“Dio mio, Edgardo.” She cried, closing her eyes as she let go fully.
“Tell me you want my cōck as much as I want your pūssy.” I muttered, feeling the pre-cūm oozing from my tip. I pressed closer to her asš, gripping her hips tightly while I rubbed her faster against me, making both of our breaths become more labored. “Rispondetemi.” (Italian for “Answer me.”)
“Si.” She cried as she trembled under me. “I want your cōck.”
“Good.” I grunted, pressing the flat of my tongue on her throat and licking my way to her jaw. “Because I’m giving you so much of my cōck tonight that you’ll forget your fūcking name.”
She trembled further as she bit down on her lip, trying so hard to keep quiet and I didn’t even have my fingers, mouth or cōck near her pūssy.
“Please, Edgardo.” She cried, reaching behind her to grip my arm tightly.
“What is it, baby?” I whispered in her ear. “Do you want to cūm for me?”
“Si.” She declared through parted lips before her tongue coated her lips in her tasty saliva.
“Stick your tongue out again.” I growled as she did as she was told.
I leaned forward and sucked on her tongue, holding her in place by the back of her head as I wrapped my arm around her. I teased her further as I caressed my fingers along the waistband of her pants, making her groan loudly.
I chuckled, releasing her tongue before claiming her lips as I pushed my hand down her pants and panties. As soon as my fingers found her folds, I grunted into her mouth while my hips pushed further into her asš so she could feel how hard she made me.
I circled her pulsing clīt and pulled away from her swollen lips. “I knew you were dripping for me, little girl.” I said as I brushed my lips against her jaw.
“I’m— Dio mio.” She moaned as I pinched her clīt, bringing her closer to her orgāsm as she fought to grasp harder on the leather sofa.
She sucked on her bottom lip as she squirmed in my arms and pushed her asš against me on repeat. I knew she was close and so was I. Fūck, I had never gotten off like this.
She was about to cūm when Alberto’s door flew open, forcing me to pull my hand out of Pen’s pūssy, much to my irritation.
Our breaths were still labored when we turned to find Isadora walking out of the office with a pissed off look on her face before she noticed us.
“No.” Pen whined from beside me, making me turn to her.
“What?” I whispered as she covered her face in mortification. I pulled her hands off her face before turning back to Isadora, only now realizing that Aurelio stood beside her.
Damn. I was so into it that I didn’t hear Aurelio walk by. I mean, it wasn’t like I would have stopped anyway.
The guys were used to walking into each other during intimate moments. If they could, they would all fūck in every corner of the estate, but Capo wouldn’t appreciate it. He only allowed them to do that on their own floor or at one of his sēx clubs. That was why most of our guys weren’t even phased when one of us was in the moment. Some of them even joined in on the fun.
I wasn’t one of those. I’ve watched and been watched, but they knew better than to join or imply to want to. Especially not where Pen’s concerned.
“Angel.” Alberto whispered as soon as he walked in behind her, but Isadora brushed his arms off.
“Let’s go, Pen. It seems like we aren’t wanted here.” She said, making Capo’s jaw tick in anger.
Isadora walked over to us, grabbing Pen’s hand before whispering, “You seem to have enjoyed yourself.” She laughed before winking at us.
“Isadora!” Alberto hissed, but she just rolled her eyes and pulled Penelope with her as she exited the room.
When they disappeared down the hall with Aurelio, I looked back at Alberto and cleared my throat. “Shall we wait for Blanco to return?” I asked him, pulling my phone out to notify him that Capo was available again.
“No.” Alberto growled before he started walking down the hall towards the kitchen again.
I sighed, shooting the message out to Blanco before following Alberto into the kitchen.
This will be one very bloody tortūre.
*Alberto’s POV*
As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I spotted a few of my men talking amongst themselves towards the corner as the fūcker they had tied to the chair slept.
“Out!” I hissed at all of them as their eyes grew wide before they all rushed out. “Get the bucket, Edgardo.” I ordered him while I made my way towards the tortūre devices.
To my annoyance, I only had a limited supply, since the others were being used on the men in the basement. I grabbed the long nose pliers before making my way to the asšhole.
A chair was placed right in front of him, so I sat down while I rolled my still stiff neck. Some called it stress while others said it’s the lack of a good night’s sleep. Whatever the fūck it was would be forgotten as soon as I drew blood. That and my angel’s pūssy relaxed me to no extent. At least it would if I didn’t have so much shīt going on.
I looked at Edgardo and nodded for him to wake the asšhole up with the ice-cold water. As soon as the water splashed against Alonzo, his eyes fluttered open while he shook his head in confusion.
“Morning, sunshine.” I chuckled darkly, grabbing him by his wet hair and forcing him to look at me. “You are one lucky fūcker, aren’t you?”
“Capo.” He stuttered in fear.
“Shhh. Now is the part that you ask me why you are lucky.” I announced, as I patted his knee with the pliers.
“Why-y-y?” He gulped loudly as his wide eyes looked between Edgardo and me.
I was about to reply when Francisco walked through the door. “Don’t tell me the fun started without me.” He chuckled, patting my shoulder before walking towards the table.
“Just getting started.” I replied as I watched him while he looked down at the table with brows furrowed.
“This is it?” He huffed, looking at me over his shoulder. “Don’t tell me America has made you soft?” He questioned as his eyes shined in amusement.
No wonder my angel loved getting under my skin. Like father, like daughter.
“Fūcker.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes before turning back to Alonzo.
“I love you too.” He chuckled, grabbing something, and making his way behind Alonzo.
“Where were we?” I smirked at Alonzo’s trembling face. “Oh, right. You being lucky.”
“Capo, please—” Alonzo begged, making me look between Francisco and Edgardo.
“Did he just interrupt me?” I asked them sarcastically as I pointed at the fūcker.
“I think he fūcking did.” Francisco teased as he cracked his knuckles.
I leaned forward and grabbed one of the fingers of his hand that was tied to the chair before crushing said finger with the pliers. “Next time you will think twice before interrupting me.” I sighed over Alonzo’s screāming. “Where was I?” I asked, grabbing another finger. “Ah. Lucky you. Well, it turns out that you are my first tortūre victim in days?” I asked Edgardo with a raised brow.
He quickly nodded so I turned back to the fūcker. “And so much is going on that I need blood to calm down.” I smiled as I sniffed the air, letting the metallic smell of his blood invade my nostrils. “But this isn’t enough.” I chuckled before crushing his middle finger, making him cry out in pain again.
His head hung low as he struggled to breathe from the pain. I knew he’d pass out soon, so we would have to move from the pliers.
“I can’t lie to you and say if you talk that I would kill you faster because that’s not going to happen, but if you talk, I will spare your family.” I told him as he fought to lift his head.
“Capo, please—” He croaked out, making me shake my head.
“The clock is ticking, and you already said that.” I informed him, forcing him to open and close his mouth like a fish.
I turned towards Edgardo, silently asking him if he had everything ready, since he knew the protocol for traitors. He nodded before turning and walking out.
I looked at Alonzo again and raised a brow. “I haven’t been officially informed what it was that you did. Care to enlighten me?”
“It’s not true. They say that they saw me in your room, but I swear—” He was rambling on, making me roll my eyes as I motioned Francisco to proceed.
He immediately connected his knuckles with Alonzo’s face, causing a satisfying crack to ring in my ears as Alonzo’s nagging voice went quiet while he released painful grunts.
“I can’t believe you have such pūssies working for you.” Francisco muttered, shaking his hand to relieve the pain that probably shot up his knuckles.
“Look who is talking.” I scoffed, leaning back on the chair. “You need a little cream for that?” I asked him with a raised brow.
“Fūck you, asšhole.” He chuckled before rolling his eyes.
I missed us. I hope that we don’t lose this because it would hurt like shīt. I hope that he had changed his mind about the arrangement, and we could work out our differences. Our eyes met momentarily, and I knew he felt the same way as me. We were brothers from another mother, and we were always confident that nothing would come in the way. Until my angel came along.
He was about to say something when the door opened again. Edgardo walked in with a man that looked identical to Alonzo and was maybe a few years younger. The man had his hands tied behind his back and had several bruises from his welcoming party. Edgardo kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel before us.
Alonzo paled at the sight of his bruised brother. “His father is downstairs too.” Edgardo commented with a nod.
“Such a pity.” I tormented Alonzo as he trembled in fear.
“Please, Capo.” He begged, shaking his head, and forcing me to grit my teeth. I looked up at Francisco and that was all that he needed. Francisco walked behind Alonzo’s brother and wrapped the bag he held against his face while he struggled to breathe.
“Stop! Please! I will say everything I know, but please don’t kill him.” Alonzo cried out as his pants moistened around his crotch area.
Francisco held the bag in place, waiting for my signal, but I just stared at Alonzo as he yelled and begged for his brother to be spared. Alonzo struggled against the chair as he watched in anguish how his brother’s struggles lessened, signaling that he was about to lose consciousness.
I rubbed my beard calmly as I waited. My plan wasn’t to kill his family though we had done it to previous traitors, but that was because their families had been involved too. This was just motivation for him to talk. And I knew he was about to vomit the words that I needed to hear. Though Edgardo didn’t inform me of exactly what happened, I had an idea from Alonzo’s begging earlier.
“Ventura!” He shouted, forcing me to lift my chin, signaling Francisco to release the bag. He did so immediately, causing Alonzo’s brother to plop down on the floor as he gasped for air.
“Was that so hard?” I asked him through clenched teeth before standing up and making my way back to the table.