Red Assassin {18+😏}

Tasks

*Lucchese*

I will put a bullet in this motherfucker myself. He had to go and cause another fucking war with YET ANOTHER MAFIA, who might I add, was an ally who ensured we were still the most powerful... and now I feel that power slipping through my fingers.

Don't get me wrong, I respect my fathers decisions and what not, but as the American head, it is our job to keep allies since war is on the horizon.

But no. Dear old dad so full of himself always.

When people see me, they shake and shiver in fear as to what I would do with them... and I like that feeling.

A souless motherfucker if you will.

Luchesse Greyard.

Ironically I have an Italian name yet I am part of the American mafia.

Mom was an Italian... I think.

I haven't met my mother since she was killed right after birthing me. (And yes that was because of another war that happened roughly about twenty seven years ago).

I grit my teeth as I get impatient waiting on Dad for the next task that he has for me and decide to clean out my weapons. This gun kept on jamming in the last ... encounters that I had.

Just when I had picked up the glock, I hear Satan himself walk into the weapons room.

"Luchesse."

"Sir.", I nodded.

He always has his disapproval evident. Apparently I am not as heartless as he wants me to be.

If killing innocent people for fun isn't enough for Dads approval, well.. fuck him.

"The treaty with the American Mafia has been ... squashed.", Dad says calmly.

Well there is always the calm before the motherfucking storm so here we go.

Wait for it...

"..and I need you to complete a task, if you know what I mean.", he orders.

I nod my head and obey father, as I am a made man and I do know my duties towards the Mafia is above anything else, even one's very own blood ties.

"It's not a simple task per say, but due to the treaty being broken, I need eyes at the Italian Mafia."

"The Italian familia, Lucèvico's. They have been giving me a hard time with my shipment issues and I don't care to have any business ties with those scums.".

"Threats were made and... I need you to spend the next six months in Italy.", he says, before turning and walking away.

I obey, it's what a good son of the leader does.

I select my weapons and head of the weapons room and leave the mansion for a drive.

It's been a whole week since I last got laid, and if I don't get laid now, I would probably end up killing my father.

Always making me clean up his shit.

I enter my Audi R8 and step on the acceleration, driving into the traffic. I like the thrill... the thrill of crashing, the thrill of probably killing someone, it's the way of life.

The mafia life.

I reach the club and get out of my car as fast as I can.

I need to fuck something since I can't punch my fucking father.

I walk into the dimly lit club and immediately Sarah spots me... or rather I spot her.

Fuck. Me.

She is wearing a black lace dress. My pants tighen immediately.

She has legs for days which feel amazing when they're wrapped around my waist and I am pounding into her.

Her red long nails which claws my back when I fuck her from on top and every position there is.

No she is not my girlfriend. I don't date.

And no, I don't fucking have a fucked passed and I'm not motherfucking damaged.

I hate being tied to one woman. I happen to like pussy and it gets boring with just one type.

I like having choices.

Free country and all that.

Sarah saunters to me and bites her lip suggestively while wrapping her perfectly manicured fingers around my arm and tugging me up the stairs to the private rooms.

I follow her as she drags me up the stairs, exercising all her control that she thinks she has.

She pushes the red door until we're both inside, and that, is when I change the dynamic of this situation.

I grab her neck and shove her against the wall and squeeze once.

She moans like it's the best thing in the world, probably is.

"I want you to fuck me Luchesse. Hard. Now. I missed you.", she whisper.

I smirk as I grab her wrists and bind them together with my belt. Freaky girl, she moans.

The sound vibrates and goes straight to my dick which is hard as a rock. I need to fuck her.

I tug the belt until its secure and pull it, using my other hand to make a loop like structure, which I use to hold her neck, just the way she likes my hands holding her neck.

"Fuck, thats so good.", she moans.

I'm not keen on talking during fuck sessions.. well not yet anyway....

I fist her hair along with the belt, and this movement causes her to arch her back and raise her neck so far back that she stares back at me. This looks fucking hot.

My pants drop to he floor as I use my teeth to tear the foil packet and I hear her breathing starts to increase.

Good girl, she knows what is coming for her... (no pun intended)

I line my dick to her now soaking wet pussy and slam into her unexpectedly.

She cries out and tries grab anything to keep her upright, but unfortunately walls don't come with grippers.

The only thing holding her up, is my hand fisting her hair from behind, along with the belt which is sure to leave delicious marks on her neck. I lean down and whisper into her ears, just the way she likes it.

"You like being fucked like a slut don't you?", I growl, while pounding into her harder and harder.

"Yes.. yes Luchesse.", she cries out.

She starts pushing back and I find it harder to keep my control.

At this point I am furiously pounding into her, making her legs ache and quiver as my fingers dig into her hips.

Finally, I can't hold back and the euphoric sensation from the base of my spine runs through me until I cum and collapse on Sarah's back.

I quickly pull myself out of her and discard the condom into the silver bin.

I reach around to pull Sarah up, while I losen the belt and let her go.

"That ... was... fucking... amazing.", she says breathless, while composing herself.

I smirk and just like that, I head out of the door leaving her to clean up.

This is me. Fuck em and leave em.

Nothing fancy. Pussy is pussy anyday.

As I walk down the stairs I feel my phone vibrate.

Part of me wants to ignore it, but there is only one person who has my personal phone number, and that is dear dad.

I sigh and swipe the answer icon and his voice booms through the phone.

I clench my jaw as I listen to his next command.