One Night Only

DANTE

I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow.

I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before.

Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

And not only because of that they had become nightmares, but because of the way they had killed them. What had left me most scarred was having witnessed it all and not having done anything to help them. It was something that I had never forgiven myself and that I carried in my conscience. Even after eight years I still couldn’t get over it, I had already made up my mind that it would be like that forever.

I never got to share a bed with a woman, after a wild fuck I would send them away when I was satisfied. And I had never brought anyone to my house, much less to my bedroom. If I wanted to fuck, I did it somewhere else. I did not want them to take rights that did not correspond to them.

It had already happened to me with Tamara, but I managed to stop her at the same moment. I made it clear to her that she was just my fuck buddy. But even that seemed like a relationship to me, there was only one reason I wouldn’t send her away.

I had a little headache, it was because of the rawness. It had been a while since I had been drinking so much, but lately I was doing it often and more when I wanted to vent my excitement and frustration for not having that girl.

Now I had a purpose and a desire, it had a name. The little blonde dancer, she had me crazy, but I didn’t want to accept it. I was eager to taste that abundant body, I would not be at ease until I made her mine and made it clear that she belonged to me.

Maybe I had played dirty, I had told Ivan to convince his father to talk to Lillie and offer him money under the pretext of helping his mother. Of course Edgardo was not aware of my dirty play or he would not have accepted, but my friend knew, and had made him promise me not to say anything.

They called me the Diavolo for a reason, you couldn’t make a deal with me because that meant more than anything else making a pact with the Devil. And that little girl was about to sign with the devil himself.

My desire and lust for that girl made me do so many crazy things, although I was used to doing crazy things, but not for women. The stupid trio of idiots had given me ideas on how to get her to accept, but they were all stupid like themselves.

Ivan had said that he would kidnap her and bring her to Italy, Leo had said that he would look for her and take her back to the hotel and finish what he had left pending, and once it was done, according to him, the temptation would go away. And finally, the most sensible but most idiotic of the three, Enzo said that he should propose to her and ask her mother to marry him, so he could bring her here. It was the most absurd and crazy idea. Deep down I knew it could work but I preferred to do it my way. Gambling with deceit.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Once I accepted my game I would have her eating out of my hand and any time I could pull out my az up my sleeve. I know she would accept because she needed the money badly and even though she is a fierce girl she was also very naive.

After doing my sit-ups and a few more push-ups that I used to do when I got up, I went to take a shower and then to have a light and quick breakfast as usual.

Minutes later I leave the house accompanied only by Leo and Enzo, Ivan was still in America solving the matter I had entrusted him with. Franco and the team trained to accompany us to these activities also followed us, we were in an SUV and the security team was in a similar one.

I did not want so many of them to be seen so I decided that we would only go in two vehicles, I know there were not many of us but it was a very capable and prepared team for this operation. Normally I would send them to this business, I never went myself unless I was dealing with the head of the cartel or without my right hand, but this time I wanted to go because I needed to distract myself.

I was ready to have a little fun, so I could never miss my faithful companions my two beautiful Beretta APXs. These exceptional pistols managed to fulfill my every whim. When I faced my enemies I liked to show my face, go head on, let them see me and see their faces too, smell their fear, feel the anguish, play with the bragging of a few and bust some bones. No son of a bitch could resist me, it was the pure truth.

Today was one of those days that I would face several guys and since I wanted action I signed up without thinking twice. We were guarding a shipment, which of course was not mine and which we were going to steal, from the same guys who had stolen one of ours. According to the Germans, that’s why we were going to jump one of them.

The moment we saw that they had arrived, we stealthily got out of the vehicles and spread out around the place to position ourselves in our agreed places. Once we were in position, I would give the signal to attack and as my signals were shot so I did, I started shooting left and right, the others followed me while the rats tried to hide in their holes. Then they fired, but it seemed that the bullets were repelled by my body, they always passed very close, but they never entered.

When I ran out of bullets, my enemies noticed and one or another tried to get closer to see if I was defeated, but as soon as they began to approach I threw myself at them with my fist. It was my strongest point more than my weapons. Even though I cracked all my knuckles breaking jaws, noses and teeth. None of them managed to touch a single hair on my head. I was always agile and with a lot of strength for fights, this was a piece of cake for me, I will not deny that I did receive two or three blows when several of them got together. But they still couldn’t beat me.

After giving them the beating of the century, and killing several of them since others managed to flee. I called the other guys to come and get the cargo and empty it all to take it to the warehouses.

The warehouses were in an area that I had highly secured, where I had the bulk of the merchandise that was headed all over Italy. No one had ever managed to get into them, but they had tried. They were more heavily secured than a prison, so it was not easy to get in.