They say I am a demon, but I'm merely a man who is not to be played with.

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Nikolaos

I'm bored with the putain thats bouncing up and down on my dick. Her artificial breasts were moving in sync with her waist. Nothing on the women around here was real, all of their assets were enhanced.

Turning her over, I began to ram into her. The riding skills she possessed weren't doing shit for my plus one. She started to shake and creamed my cock. I slammed into her a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over her stomach.

There was a knock on the door,  and I simply flipped the girl over and answered it. These days I didn't bother with putting on clothes.

"Boss, we've got trouble downstairs. It's Westley, he stole from the warehouse and tried to sell it to Demonte." Phanes, my second in command informs me.

Why do men like to put themselves in jeopardy? Do they want to die and leave their loved ones to fend for themselves?

I shook my head at him and slammed the door. "Get out."I scowl at the girl. She immediately scrambles out of the bed, making a run for it.

After taking a shower I make my way down to the basement. The stench of blood, vomit, and shit hit my nostrils and I smiled.

Revenge is fucking sweet. I live to see my foe's faces fall when they realized that their life was going to end.

My face is the last thing they see.

It was nearly orgasmic every time life left their eyes.

Entering the big, steel, soundproof room, an untouched Westley sat with his hands and legs bound, shaking. He was in charge of my shipments and was damn good at making deals and sealing them, earning me millions.

He was great.

He obviously knew I had a low tolerance for this type of shit. It is a waste of my time, and yet, he still stole from me.

Big mistake.

He had his head bowed, his shaggy blonde hair covering his eyes. Coward. He couldn't even look at me. Phanes caught him red-handed with one of Vito's men.

I stood in front of him, yanking his hair while lifting his head so I could look into his eyes. "Out of all the people you could sell to-you sell to Vito. Vito Demonte. Really?" I ask him in mock disbelief that the thought even crossed his mind. That it was even an idea.

He not only stole from me, he betrayed me.

Silence.

"They came around the docks looking to buy but I refused to sell them... I-I-I swear."

Liar

This son of a bitch was lying.

"Ok, then why did Phanes see you pass him the material? Lying gets you nowhere." I said, my voice low as I blew my cigar smoke in his face.

I walk over to the table that had the equipment on it. From pliers to swords, and other mouth-watering tools, I had a variety to choose from. I run my hands over each tool just to toy with his mind. The torture of the mind is far worse than any abuse one can inflict on the body.

Normally I would cut off a few fingers for stealing. However, not only did he steal, he sold the stolen goods to a man that I've detested from the day I drew my first breath in this world.

Playing with the silver knife in my hands, I begin to slowly walk towards him, stretching out his psychological terror. I didn't miss the way his fingers trembled and his knees knocked, sweat circulating his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

I bask in his fear, feeding on it as though I were a junkie finally getting a fix.



Without hesitation, I drove the blade straight through his left hand. His screams instantly filled the atmosphere, feeding my appetite.

My demon was hungry, starving.

He did not deserve the tattoo he sported for this family. It meant loyalty and trust. After this deed, he no longer belonged to us.

I taking my knife out of his hand I  settled my blade on his right arm, where the tattoo was inked. I sliced into his skin, cutting the tattoo off of his body. Blood spurts out of the wound but I didn't care. After I finished, I throw the skin to the floor and wiped my fingers, drenched in his disgusting blood, on his jersey.

"Gag him and finish him off, I have work to do - the casino demands my attention." I voiced, wiping off the silver knife with a piece of cloth.

I looked back at Westley and noticed he looked faint. He was such a pussy.  "Throw ice water on him. Make sure he is awake, and burn his wounds so he won't bleed out." I order before leaving the room.

I have other shit to tend to.