Chapter 3

Alessandro

My arch nemesis narrowed his eyes into tiny slits at me. I expected it, after all, I had brought him down a few times and had enjoyed every moment of it. He trafficked women and children which pissed me off. I might be a worthless piece of shit who sold drugs, but I had never, and would never, sell innocent women or children and send them into slavery.

Some of his girls were forced to have underage sex, that sickened me to the core. I wanted the man dead, along with all the idiots who supported him. It was a big operation but I had my best men working on it.

Felicita did a great job following my instructions, she looked sensational and most definitely fuckable. My dick throbbed at the sight and I bet so did everyone else's. Her distraction was right on time and I knew the men were now thinking about her, rather than my ulterior motives for joining this game.

I continued to stare at Edoardo. He was a smug bastard, and I was desperate to feel my fist hit his face. But for tonight, I had to remain calm. I needed to focus on my mission and find out when his next delivery of women and children were to be delivered so I could get a plan together that would spill blood.

"How much for the girl?" His Italian accent spoke stern.

"She is not for sale," I replied bluntly.

"Everything has a price Costa," he smirked.

"Not this one." He was falling into my trap, exactly as I'd predicted. She was now untouchable and he loved that. Now he would be like a dog with a bone.

"Oh come on, you can buy anything for a good price," he said with a grin.

"Gentleman, if we can play."

"We will see about that," Edoardo said with confidence.

My scowl was enough for him to grin at me, aware game was on and no doubt he'd do everything to put her in the pot. No chance.

We remained locked in a stare, each daring the other to break it. Felicita was sitting somewhere behind me and I was certain she was flashing her toned thigh. It would have been hard not to in that dress. And she was probably unaware that these corrupt men were lusting after her, only adding to her innocence and beauty, making her the perfect bargaining chip.

"Name it, Costa?" Edoardo persisted.

"There is no price, she is mine," I repeated keeping my tone bored.

"That is such a shame, those tits of hers are perfect." The smirk across his face had to be removed.

"They look even better with my dick between them… now, back to the game, so I can watch you lose millions."

Edoardo laughed. "I do like your jokes, Costa, keep them coming. I'm going to bet the girl, that you are going to be the one leaving with a lighter wallet."

"She isn't for sale and never will be."

We continued with the game, occasionally glaring at one another. We folded and I won that game. "Let's take an hours break." I stood, straightening my jacket and making my way over to Felicita. "Come, there is something I urgently need to do," I told her. I needed to take her away from Edoardo, but I also had to get us a room so I could fuck her senseless. My dick had throbbed since the moment I saw her come down the stairs at the house, and now… I couldn't wait until I got her back home.

"Javis," I said as he approached. These days, I didn't even need to call him, he just knew when to appear and when to leave, like a typical lap dog "I need a room."

"I'm on it boss."

He went to the reception desk to get a room arranged, leaving me standing with Felicita tucked into my side. Edoardo emerged, and like a stalker, walked past us undressing my girl with his eyes. I glared at him, only it went unnoticed.

"Boss," Javis handed me the key. "Get the men to keep an eye on Edoardo, I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. That man is scheming something. Any news on his trafficking?"

"No problem boss. And no, but we have our ears open. His puppet is in the building."

"Good, get the men on it. I need to stop that worthless piece of shit."

With her hand laced in mine, I rushed us through reception to the elevator, which would take us up to the room. Inside, I pressed the floor we needed. The doors were closing, when I saw Edoardo with his hands in his trousers. Our glares met as anger coursed through me.

Felicita stood perfectly innocent beside me, all elegant with her breasts almost popping out of her dress, sending a wave of arousal down to my pulsing cock.

The second it stopped at our floor, and the doors slid open, I pulled her from the elevator and rushed towards our room, where I had every intention of ravishing her. My erection was now painfully hard and I needed relief now.

With the key in my hand, we arrived at the door. I unlocked it and threw it open for her to step inside. I checked up and down the corridor, making sure we weren't followed, as nothing surprised me with Edoardo. No-one was about.

I entered the room to see a fine area for seating, and a drinks bar. Felicita stood at a set of double doors that opened into another room, which I guessed was the one I was most interested in.

I stood beside her and we both stared at the king-sized bed. After a few seconds, I said, "We need to remove this dress. Although it looks beautiful on you, it's in my way." I wanted to make my intentions clear, just in case she was in doubt as to why I had her up here.

Sliding behind her, I slipped my fingers under the spaghetti straps gliding them gently from her shoulders. The dress dropped to her feet, pooling around her feet. "Get on the bed," I ordered.

She removed her heels, and stepped exquisitely out from her dress and walked over to the bed. "On all fours," I commanded. I watched her climb onto the bed and position herself as requested. I stepped back to admire the stunning view of her perfectly rounded ass. There was a glint of wetness between her thighs, and I rubbed my hand over my cock.

"Face against the mattress, I want that ass up in the air and ready for me," I commanded. She did as requested and I stepped closer, "You know what's going to happen next?" I asked, rubbing my hands over her backside. She flinched at the contact.

"I do."

She looked gorgeous in this position and I was eager to sink my dick into her wet pussy. I unfasted my slacks and spat on my hand, coating my cock in saliva. I slapped her arse and she yelped in surprise.

"I'm so hungry for you," I say, my voice coarse. Hungry to hear her yelp.

I raised my hand and slapped her backside, she jolted forward. "Ouch," she moaned as her cheeks began to glow in pinkness.

"Oh, trust me that is the least of your problems," I murmured, hitting her arse a second time, this time, harder, jolting her forward from the force.

My dick throbbed with need, desperately wanting to fuck her. I gripped my cock and rubbed it through her folds, coating myself in her juices. I slapped the inside of her thighs, needing her to widen her legs, she shuffled her knees further apart. I wasted no time, forcing my dick into her wetness and groaning at the feel of her tightening around me.

"Oh God," she called out.

"I sure as hell am god."

I slammed into her with no remorse, sinking deeply into her quivering mound. Hell, I was on fire. I held her hips to guide her back and forth on my hard length. She wailed, like music to my ears, loving every single strike of my cock as it hit her G-spot. Felicita was so hot and wet, my cock couldn't handle it. Blood pumped furiously to the tip of my dick. She screamed as she climaxed, soaking my cock.

"Good girl. Shit sexy," I expressed to her in a ragged breath. "Fuck, fuck." I withdrew and shot my load over her backside. My breaths were coming heavy and fast as I stared down at her. Fuck, no woman had ever made me cum so damn quickly.

Tucking my dick away and climbed from the bed, making my way to the bathroom to grab a towel for her to clean up. I grabbed a towel and took it to her, dropping it beside where she was still lying face down. Then I went into the sitting room and to the drinks cabinet. I needed a drink to distract me from needing her pussy again.

Sat on the nearest chair I leaned forward, thinking about Edoardo and how I was going to call his bluff during the game. We were each other's worst nightmare and I longed to see him bleeding before me.

I sip the amber fluid, lost in thought, lost in everything and knowing I only have four days left with Felicita. She was only meant to be some goddamn pussy. But for some reason, she was consuming my thoughts and how much I longed to fuck her. Girls came and went and I never gave a shit about any of them. I fuck, they run. But now, I'm daring to hope for more?

The sound of light sobs filled the room and I found myself rushing to the bedroom to find Felicita curled up in the foetal position, her body shaking through her cries. Surprised, I put my drink on the nearest cabinet and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully placing my hand on her thigh. This was a first for me, having a girl crying. I didn't usually entertain this bullshit.

"What's going on?" There was no response other than those damn fucking sobs. "Felicita, you need to talk to me." I was unsure on how to deal with her, but I wanted to at least see her face so I attempted to unravel her arms. She clung tighter to her knees, refusing to break the foetal position. "I'm not fighting you," I snapped, finally managing to get her arms free. I pushed her onto her back and held them above her head, before sitting over her body, pinning her down beneath me. The move exposed her breasts, her pebbled nipples taunting me. My mouth watered at the thought of lowering my mouth a few more inches and sucking them. I turn my attention to her face, taking in the state of her now smudged eye makeup. She struggled, desperate to fight me and get me off her. When she realized I wasn't budging, she growled in anger, bucking up and then kicking her legs.

"Get off me," she squealed as she tried hard to fight me.

"Will you stop this stupid fighting, Felicita, what the fuck is the matter with you?" I snapped.

"Fuck you," she yelled.

"I hate to inform you sexy, but I'm stronger than you are and if I wished to, I could snap you into pieces and throw you out with the trash."

"Good, fucking do it," she snarled. "Because being your whore is not what I want."

"You went to the party to be one." I reminded her.

"I didn't go to be a whore," she hissed, trying to twist her body. She was just going to use all her energy trying to push me away. She had no chance. "I went to earn some money and find a sugar daddy. Don't you ever listen?" she growled.

"I do, but you, sexy, are something else." I laughed.

"Fuck you… fuck you," she roared, bucking hard enough to shift me. She managed to free one leg, bringing her knee to my nuts hard. I immediately dropped onto the bed beside her, grabbing my delicate area whilst groaning in pain. She scarpered off the bed but I managed to grab her wrist, hauling her back onto the bed. I pushed up, fighting through the pain as I pinned her back underneath me again.

"You bastard… I hate you," she screamed, using both her fists to hit my chest hard. I took hold of her hands, holding them above her head again.

"I don't think so sexy," I scoffed as she tried again to free her leg.

"Fuck you! Let me go," she yelled.

"No chance, but I like this fight. It's all rather sweet." I chuckled.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Felicita, we both know I cannot do that," I laughed.

"You're an asshole," she spat.

"Know that isn't the first time I have heard those words," I mocked. "What do you want?"

"I want you to let me go. I don't care for the money. I want out of all this."

"Sure." I released her hands and climbed from her, watching as she shot up and grabbed her dress to put it on. "I doubt you'll get very far though… alive."

She stopped and spun to me, tears staining her cheeks. "What?"

"The man I have been playing poker with wants you. He offered me money." I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, casually. "I seriously doubt he plans to treat you well. He brings in women and children to sell for slavery. I can only imagine what he would do with a pretty girl like yourself," I informed her.

"What do you mean?" her eyes narrowed, "Is this ploy of trying to keep me here with you?"

"Being here with me would keep you protected. I can keep you alive. But leaving this room, this hotel, without me, would be dangerous. "

"Am I going to die?" she almost whispered.

"Not if you stay with me you won't." I had no idea why I'd said that. Usually, any girl who spoke crap to me, or kneed me in the balls, would need her dental records to be identified. "Come here." I widened my thighs, waiting for her, even though inside I was battling with myself. Showing kindness to this girl would only lead to complications. She stared down at the floor, her hand anxiously rubbing the back of her neck whilst she chewed on her lower lip. I narrowed my eyes, daring her to walk out of that door but secretly hoping she didn't call my bluff. She had to know there was no way of escaping me. She had to do as she was told or risk falling into worse hands than mine.

She stepped towards me, allowing me to grab her and bring her to stand between my legs. I reached up, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear before dragging my fingers down her neck and over her bare shoulder. I trailed them down her body, enjoying each curve. She closed her eyes as I began to work my hands back up her body, stopping at her gorgeous tits. I caressed them, gently tugging at her nipples so they hardened. A soft moan escaped her lips, and my cock was back to straining against my trousers, wanting to be inside of her. I had already broken my own rules by caressing her so gently, it was a sign of weakness and emotion. I took from women, I didn't give.

I shuffled back on the bed, "Straddle me," I ordered and she climbed over me, placing her hands on my shoulders as she lifted enough to hover her dripping pussy over the bulge in my pants. I pushed her tits together, flicking my tongue over each of her pebbled nipples. She groaned, rubbing herself against me. I slipped my hand between us and rubbed my fingers through her folds. She was soaked.

I reached into my trousers and pulled out my erection. "Ride me," I ordered, holding my dick upright. She lifted to accommodate, lining her pussy up and sinking down onto me.

Felicita slowly lifted her body, before plunging back down. She kept the pace, riding me like a fucking pro and sending my mind and body into a whirl. My balls and cock were on fire. I loved this position with her bouncing on me and her tits in my face.

Blood pumped hard to my dick and my balls felt swollen. I gasped for breath, as my balls tightened, ready to fill her delightful cunt with my cream. "Fuck…fuck," I cried, lifting Felicita from me. I took hold of my dick to jerk it off. With my eyes shut tight, I concentrated on my rhythm. Then, I shot my load, groaning as streams covered her stomach and I shuddered hard.

A few seconds later I gained my breath back. I opened my eyes to find Felicita staring at me. She passed me a towel; the same one I threw at her earlier. I wiped my cream and put my dick back in my slacks.

"Get dressed, we need to be out of here." I stood and ambled through to the living area. I found my drink on the cabinet and knocked the contents back. I slammed the empty glass back on the side and balled my fists. Pissed-off that I'd let my guard down, unable to understand what it was about this bitch that I found so irresistible. She was just another pussy, no different from the rest. But clearly different enough to have me breaking my rules, rules that were there to protect me. It had been only a day and she was messing with my head, I had another four left.

I stormed back into the bedroom to find her dressed and standing before the mirror staring at herself. I gave myself a second to drink in her beauty, and I knew if I didn't leave right now, I'd have her back on the bed naked. She was a distraction and I couldn't afford to let my guard down anymore than I already had.

Moving swiftly to the door, desperate to get my head back in the game. The game. Fuck, how was I going to continue with my head full of her. And I was certain Edoardo would keep me playing until the very end, meaning more time away from Felicita.

Opening the door open when to my surprise I found Javis and a few men outside. I pulled my jacket together to do up the button. "He remained in the bar boss," Javis informed me.

"Good."

Felicita came to my side and I wrapped an arm around her, wishing I never had to let her go.

We began to make out way towards the lift when gunfire rang out. My men immediately withdrew their weapons, and Javis passed me a gun. "Fuck, get her back," I yelled. More shots rang out and I grabbed Felicita's hand. She looked terrified this was all alien to her. I wasn't about to let anything happen to her.

We turned, moving back down the corridor and finding the exit to the stairwell. Javis rushed in front of us, checking the exit to make sure it was safe before giving us the nod. We proceeded down the stairs, keeping quiet but moving as quickly as we could. As we got closer to the ground floor, we could hear shots, much louder this time and Javis suddenly stopped, ducking down. We all followed his movements, and as I peered over the banister and down the stairwell, I spotted Edoardo's men climbing the stairs towards us.

"Shit," hissed Javis.

There was no way out of this. I could feel Felicita's hand shaking in mine, her eyes full of fear. My men were good fighters and with Felicia surrounded, I was confident we could shoot our way out of this. It would mean her seeing things I wasn't happy about, but what choice did we have now?

"Have the car ready," I ordered Javis, in a hushed tone. He made the order using his mobile phone as we continued down the stairwell. Then, as we rounded the corner, shots were being fired at us. Bullets ricocheted off the walls and one of the bodyguards took a hit to the neck. He collapsed in a heap, gripping the wound as blood poured through his fingers.

I grabbed Felicita to me as she shook uncontrollably, screaming in fright. I pressed her face into my chest and pointed my gun at the men as they ran towards us, aiming and shooting, picking them off one by one. Felicita dropped to the floor, curling into a ball and covering her ears. I knelt in front of her, protecting her from stray bullets as we continued to shoot.

Javis glanced back, "We need to get her out of here, before more men come."

"Sexy, you need to stand up. We need to keep moving. I'll protect you." I kneeled before her and placed my finger under her chin, lifting it so our gazes met. Tears ran down her cheeks. "Trust me," I almost whispered, giving her a reassuring smile.

Taking a firm hold of her hand I forced her to stand up. We continued to make our way down the staircase with her tucked into my side.

Javis was ahead shooting everything that got in our path. Then bullets began flying from above, but they were missing us and hitting the walls instead. The men behind me were shooting up and a body fell down the centre of the stairwell. Felicita screamed again as it hit a rail, the sound ringing out. I continued to guide her down as she clung to me in terror. Suddenly, I was hit from the side, a hard body crashing against me, causing me to shove Felicita behind me to safety. The gun flew from my hand, skidding across the floor out of reach. My men were too busy firing back at the groups trying to ambush us from above and below. I punched out, trying to fight the bastard off. He returned a nasty blow to my ribs, jolting me back. I almost lost my footing. I restored my position and went at the man like a bull, striking him with my fist in his face and sending him falling - where he landed, smashing his head on the step.

I retrieved my gun and without hesitation, shot the man in the head. I glanced around at the chaos around us. Men were bleeding out on the floor, the smell of death lingering in the air.

Felicita was huddled in the corner with her head on her knees and her hands covering her ears. "Come on, we have to leave. Now." I took her hand and pulled her to standing, leading the way down the stairs. We had to step over bodies as we rushed down, hoping we made it out before more men came at us.

At the bottom of the stairs, Javis stood at the door. "Take her to the car. I'll meet you there," I ordered, bundling her into his arms.

"Of course, boss," he said.

"Keep her safe, Javis," I warned.

"No problem, boss."

I followed them outside, my driver handed me a fresh shirt and jacket which I quickly changed into. Javis guided Felicita into the passenger seat, closing the door. I had one thing to do now, and that was to face my enemy. My blood boiled, I was ready to rip Edoardo's head clean off, but first, I needed to act like everything was fine.

I made it back to the poker room and entered to see everyone taking their seats. I did the same, making sure I sat opposite Edoardo.

Our eyes met and he smirked, "You look flustered."

"All that fucking does tend to take it out of me," I remarked.

"She's no more than a slut."

"She's no such thing, she's perfect," I argued.

"Oh, I doubt that if she's with you."

Rage burned inside and I stood abruptly, moving away from the table before I did something I couldn't take back. What was left of his men were gathered, and dumped. I strolled past him like I didn't give a shit, picturing putting a bullet in his motherfucking head. But, I had no gun, no weapons were allowed for the game, aware we would kill each other.

My night was over. There was no point dragging it out, I just needed him to see he hadn't succeeded in his quest to get rid of me.

I stepped out into the fresh air, taking a cigarette from inside my jacket pocket and placed it between my lips. I lit it, inhaling deeply, allowing it to calm me. A car pulled up and Troy, my driver, nodded in greeting. I opened the back door and slid inside, struggling to calm my boiling blood.

"A tracker is under his car," he told me.

"Good, at least we can stalk the fucker. And when he least expects it - blow him the fuck up."

"Javis is waiting for you at the airport," he added.