The Mafia's Pet

Chapter 30

Diego

I stand before the empty shipment container, my imposing figure casting shadows against the cold metal walls of it. The moon, obscured by wisps of clouds, bathes the container park in an eerie glow. The air is thick with unspoken trepidation, and a poisonous aura of simmering rage seeps from my every pore, saturating our surroundings with the acrid scent of my fury.

First, alcohol from a trusted vender goes missing without a trace and now this. It's clear that someone is fucking with me, and I can only think of one person who would be stupid enough to do so. And we just delivered a head to his doorstep a few days ago.

"Fucking, Viktor!" I snarl loud enough for him to hear. He won't be here physically, but there are likely listening devices and cameras all around.

Leo rubs his jaw, tracing circles with his fingers, as he paces with deliberate and measured steps. "Hmm, I wonder what he's most pissed about. You snatching up that girl before he could get to her, or putting one of his men six feet under." Amusement colors his tone, a stark contrast to the tempest brewing inside me.

We both know the answer. He couldn't care less about his men, but the mere fact that Vanessa is in my possession must be burning him up inside. He's already ordered a hit on us, and it's just a matter of time before he makes another attempt. That's why I've kept her confined to the house since the last incident, although the way she begged yesterday nearly made me give in.

I don't want her to be unhappy with me. Our recent time together has been exquisite. Gradually, she's adapting to embracing pleasure without the weight of guilt and shame. We haven't gotten to the point where she's asking for it, but I see the excitement in her grey eyes when I touch her.

There may be hatred for me lingering in her heart, but desire overpowers it. Each climax I draw from her elicits a dark satisfaction that courses through me. She's inching closer to begging for my cock, I can feel the words on the tip of her tongue every time I make her come. She won't truly be satisfied until I'm inside her, consuming her from the inside out.

And I can't fucking wait.

Abruptly, my phone rings. I pull it out to see an unknown number flash across the screen. Locking eyes with Leo, a silent signal passes between us as I answer. "So, you're stealing my shit now?" I drawl, keeping my voice calm and collected.

Leo swiftly draws his gun, a glint of steel in the dimly lit night, as his vigilant gaze sweeps the surroundings. Ten additional men, their figures cloaked in the darkness of the night, stand ready for my command. If we're on the brink of an ambush, we're prepared.

The Bluetooth speaker crackles, and his arrogant laughter infiltrates my ear. "You killed one of my men, Diego. Now, I'm just returning the favor," he sneers, attempting intimidation that falls short. His Russian accent infuses the words with an additional layer of menace. "Surrender the girl, and you might just walk away in one piece tonight. This is my only polite request, Reyes. After that, I won't hesitate to kill you and claim what's rightfully mine."

My veins pulse with rage, a searing current coursing through me, but I maintain my composure. "And why would you want that? I've already fucked and filled that pretty little cunt with my cum. Over and over. I've ruined her, Viktor. For you. For any man. Do you really want my sloppy seconds?"

"You merely test drove her. She's young, she can be retrained," he retorts.

No, she's fucking mine! The only man that will ever touch her is me!

"Let her go, Viktor," I interject, my words carrying a subtle threat of their own.

"Antonio Davis owed me five million dollars. Since I didn't receive my payment, his daughter now belongs to me. It's as simple as that."

Well, that confirms our suspicions. They can't track where the money went either. I can't simply transfer the funds to settle the debt; even offering double would be futile. Monsters like us crave the enactment of revenge, and he'll undoubtedly make Vanessa pay for her father's sins. The weight of this realization presses down on me, a cruel reminder of the ruthless world we live in.

He chuckles darkly. "Do you really want to start a war over pussy, Diego? You won't win."

The war began when Antonio chose to embezzle money from me to settle his debt with him. He feared Viktor over me, and that just doesn't fucking sit right with me.

This is my opportunity to destroy him once and for all.

Once Vanessa is officially my wife, if that bastard tries to get anywhere near her, he's digging his own grave. The news will spread like wildfire among other clans, and trust will shatter beyond repair. They'll fear him coming after their families and hunt him down.

As much as I want to see him fall, I won't throw Vanessa into the line of fire. I'll protect her with my life, but I also need her to learn how to defend herself. This world we're in is a dangerous one, and even though I didn't drag her into it, it's her reality now. I have to prepare her for what's coming.

But first, I'll need to crown my queen.

I shoot a smirk at the camera tucked away in the corner of the shipping container. "Bring it on. The only way you'll get to her is if you kill me first."

"I'll let Vanessa know you said hi. I'll meet you in the deepest pits of hell, Diego Reyes. Farewell."

"You'll be the first to arrive there, you miserable motherfucker." With that, I abruptly end the call and dial Danny.

He picks up on the first ring, his voice awaiting my command. "Jefe?"

"Do not take your eyes off Vanessa, not even for one goddamn second, understood? And double the security around the estate. If anything happens to her, pray Viktor kills you, because if he doesn't, I will," I growl menacingly.

"Understood, Jefe."

The distant sound of gunfire resonates, signaling the start of a long and perilous night. "I'll be working a little late tonight. Assuming I'm not there tomorrow, I've set up an appointment with Trixie." A bullet whizzes past me, a near miss that sends an electrifying shiver down my spine. It grazes my shoulder by a mere centimeter before embedding itself in the metal surface of the storage container behind me.

In response, I pivot, my senses on high alert, and level my gun towards the direction of the shot. With a swift and purposeful aim, a dance choreographed by survival instincts, I squeeze the trigger. The recoil surges through my hand, a familiar jolt that I welcome like an old friend.

The bullet finds its mark with deadly precision, striking the man who dared to peek from another container square in the forehead. His lifeless form crumples to the ground, resembling a puppet cut from its strings.

Leo cracks his neck, his voice cutting through the cacophony of violence. "It would really help if you didn't have your best shooter on babysitting duty. This could turn into a bloodbath."

"Just shut the fuck up and shoot. I don't want to hear your complaining all night," I shout back, Danny still in my ear. "Danny, I'm entrusting you with my most prized possession. Protect my bride." With that, I hang up and swiftly eliminate the enemy sneaking up behind Leo.

The metallic tang of gunpowder hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of blood, as the container park transforms into an arena of survival.