~GEMMA ~
"Urghh! Who are those making noise?" I murmur as I try to sit up from bed.
The loud voices from outside woke me. I stand up from my bed to look out through the window to check where the noise is coming from.
I look out from the window and see a group of thugs, two guys kneeling down.
I know one guy to be Leonardo's man but the second person, I haven't seen his face before.
Leonardo is in their midst with a pretty lady.
I hide beside my curtain to watch in curiousity. And I'm glad I can hear their conversations from here.
"You just gave up the money, without fighting?" Leonardo says to his man kneeling down. He starts pacing around the two guys and the one on the left closes his eyes in fear.
He turns to the guy on the left "you guys killed one of my men and took my money.
What are you guys trained for? Is it to take what doesn't belong to you? Huh!!"
"He smells like pee as he probably pissed on himself." The lady says to Leonardo who is still pacing around them.
"Then, over to you, you can't handle a simple deal, huh?" He asks the guy on the right.
"You let one of my men die."
He swallows hard.
"Boss, there were many of them." he stutters in fear. "I promise to get the money back."
"How do you intend to do it? Huh!"
The two guys shudder in fear as he takes a gun from one of his men. He clicks the safety off and points the mouth between the two guys.
"Don Leonardo, please," the one on the left begs, shaking like a leaf through and through. "I'm sorry to steal from you. I promise it won't repeat itself again."
"I don't need your apologies. Go apologize to my man that you killed," Leonardo says. "You can send the message that I am Leonardo Romano "THE REAPER" who doesn't forgive."
And then….
Bang!
The guy on the left drops dead instantly.
Without wasting another second, he pulls the trigger again. He doesn't even need to look and he shoots his target in the head.
The guy on the right goes limp as there is a clear bullet hole on his forehead.
Just then it starts to rain.
I scream loudly in fear after watching the whole scene.
What the hell??
Did Leonardo just kill two man like they aren't humans??
I have never seen a gun and this is my first seeing someone being shot. I'm now more afraid of him.
Does this mean he'll take my life like this if I go against him??
What have I gotten myself into??
The thought of it makes me rush to the bathroom as I feel like vomiting. I gasp for air.
I sink to the bathroom floor, the cold tile pressing against my palms as I heave.
The image of the bullet hole, that clean, dark puncture in the center of a man's forehead is burned into the back of my eyelids.
I can still hear the thud of the body going limp, the sound of a human life being snuffed out as casually as a candle in a draft.
Leonardo Romano.
I knew he was dangerous. I had known he was the "Reaper." But seeing the madness in the flesh, seeing him stand in a pool of blood with a smile playing on his lips, has shattered whatever illusion of safety I had managed to build.
My lungs feel tight, as if the air in this penthouse has been replaced by the metallic scent of blood and gunpowder.
He isn't just a man with a mental disorder. He is a monster and a mafia Don who kills.
"I have to get out," I whisper to the empty bathroom, my voice trembling. "I have to find Chloe and run."
I slowly stand up, using the sink for support. My reflection looks back at me, pale and haunted.
My eyes are wide with a new kind of terror—not just fear for my life, but a terrifying realization that I am trapped in the orbit of a man who doesn't forgive, doesn't forget, and doesn't feel anything but a hunger for control.
~LEONARDO ~
I hear a scream and I know where it's coming from.
Gemma's scream.
Gemma saw me. She saw the reaper.
I smile because this is just a beginning for her. She's going to be seeing more of this.
I try wiping the blood on my cuffs but to no use. There's too much splatter and now my clothes are ruined.
"Take care of this place and this." I order my men and hand the cuffs to one of them.
I walk to the building with the young lady with me. A playful smile stretches on her face as we walk inside the building.
By the way, her name is Sabrina. She's my number one sex toy of the week.
Ever since Isabella died, I never gave my heart to anyone else. She's the only one I have loved sincerely.
Sabrina is a very pretty lady. She's wearing a sexy latex uniform that reveals very little to the imagination.
"Come here, take your clothes off," I order her.
She strips off her clothes. She moves closer to me, locking her eyes on mine. But I don't feel her or feel an emotional connection to her.
She's just a toy to me.
"Kiss me," she whispers.
Her lips are aiming for my neck and my hands slowly reach up to her neck.
"You" I hiss as my hand chokes the girl's neck. "You don't tell me what to do" I say.
I release my hand and She staggers back.
"Get on your fucking knees" I stand and undo my belt.
Swallowing hard, Sabrina quickly obeys me—her new master.
It's her first week being my number one as I got bored of my previous number one.
I never spend more than a couple of weeks with the same girl.
SMACK!
The sound of my leather belt connects with her skin sending shivers up and down her spine.
I unzip my pant and pull out my cock who is throbbing with arousal.
Gosh! I'm fucking hard.
"Suck it" I order.
"Yes master" she replies.
"No talk, just suck" I retort.
I pull her hair in pony tail as she stuff my cock into her mouth.
I throw my head back as the pleasure hits me. My eyes are closed.
The more sucks me, the harder I get.
A slow, predatory smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.
Sabrina watches my expression, looking for the flicker of approval that meant she was doing her job well.
SMACK! SMACK!!
I smack her again, making her feel pain and pleasure at the same time.
She wants to be my number one. She wants the status that comes with being the Don's preferred toy.
So she must endure what it takes to be my number one.