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The Mafia's Ruination - Episode 19




The  Mafia's Ruination - Episode 19

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            


Alexander's POV

Closing the door to my room, I entered the bathroom to take another shower. My head was racing an unwanted marathon.

Turning on the faucet, the water poured down on me, not calming my nerves or headache at all.

Incompetent fóol.




Those words were having lots of fun by replaying over and over in my ears. It was on an annoying and infuriating loop, and I could do absolutely nothing to stop it.

I tried to cry, but I had lost the ability to. I wanted to scream on top of my voice with a loud cry, but I couldn't, not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't.

Alice was right. I'm a monstér, not human at all.

Putting on my clothes, I stayed up doing nothing, except if you count looking blankly at the window as something.

My body ached, my head ached, my heart ached, my legs ached, my hands ached, my back ached. I wanted to stop the pain, but I couldn't. I was helpless, so helpless I couldn't even help myself.

I opened the nightstand drawer, taking out the insomnia pills and swallowed two, which wasn't the dosage, but I didn't care.

I laid down on my bed, hoping that the drugs could fóol my brain into thinking I was overstressed tonight and let me close my eyes, dozing off.

Suddenly, I was in a room, sitting on the cold floor with every lífe I had taken pointing a gún at me. They crept towards me, surrounding me like it was a ritúal. The lights went off, and I was immediately transported to the edge of a cliff. They were still pointing the gúns at me, and I couldn't run. My feet were glued to the ground, unmoving as they approached me. Slowly, they raised their hands to me before púshing me backward. I fell, stumbling down the tall, rocky cliff, losing my conscioúsness, sinkíng into the ocean.

I sprang up from the bed, sitting up. My heart thumped against my ribcage, sweat on my forehead and clothes. I fought to regain my breaths, but it was a real struggle.

Why? I thought I could sleep. I slept well yesterday in the living room, so why is it so difficult?

This is frustrating, and I hate it. I just want to sleep; I'm tired, I'm weak. I just want a little bit of rest, why can't I get that?

I re-entered the bathroom to take another shower before putting myself into works. I went through files on my laptop in my study till it was 7:00 AM.

Normally, I would have been in my suit, leaving for work by eight, but today, I wasn't.

I got ready extra slowly, waiting for Alice to come into my room and say unnecessary things that I am beginning to love.

Love? I'm still loopy on the pills. I don't have the heart to love anything.

8:30 AM, and Alice wasn't down yet. I climbed the stairs, heading to her room but changed my mind before I could open the door.

She might still be sleeping; she isn't a black-hearted person like me.


Driving to the office, I knew what I needed to do. I put a call across to the person who does the job perfectly.

My secretary stood up on her feet, bowing her head. "Good morning, Sir." I nodded. "Sir, your meeting is in twenty minutes."

"Reschedule it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Should I bring your coffee to you?"

"No," I replied, opening my office door. "I don't want anything."

I took off my suit jacket, throwing it over the black leather sofa, walking to the glass walls.

"Sir, Suzie is here to see you." My secretary, whose name I don't remember, said through the intercom. "Should I let her in?"


"Yes, Sir."

The door opened, and the sounds of heels hitting the flooring scratched my eardrums.

Suzie trailed her hand on my back, seductively. "I've missed you so much, Alex."

Alex? You've got to be kidding. I might have to dispóse of anóther bódy today. My father wouldn't like that; she was employed by him.

I turned to her, sighting her full face makeup and high ponytail. Her lips were blood red with lipstick.

It has barely been a week since I last saw her; she didn't miss me. She just missed my dick, and I wanted her pussy.

Suzie works for me in the Mafía underworld as a sedúctress. She was surgícally curvàceous, and it gets men's cócks rising and brains falling. She is the best at what she does—sedúcing the opposers.

She leaned in to kiss me; I yanked her ponytail backward, and she yelped, closing her eyes.

"What have I said about kissing me?" I asked, yànking it more pàinfully.

"That you don't want to kiss tràsh cans. I'm sorry."

"You also called me Alex..."

"Sorry, you're hurting me."

"Hmm, do I look like I care?" I inquired, dragging it down further. "It will take me just one búllet to kíll you, keep that in mind. Understand?"

"Yes, yes Boss."

"Great," I said, letting go of her ponytail, taking my seat on my swivel chair. "Súck my cóck like the slút you are."

Lowering herself to her knees, she smiled, seductivély unzipping my zipper. She got to work, stroking my length and licking the tip like it was a lollipop.

She increased her speed in stroking and súcking me, sending me on the edge. She does know how to use her mouth well when she isn't saying rúbbish. I pushed her head deeper as she gags on it. She strokes me, súcking, lícking me till my cúm flooded into my open hungry mouth.

She wiped her mouth with her thumb and licked it. I bent her over my desk, tearing up a condóm, wearing the foil over me, thrusting my erect díck into her àss.

"Oh, God..." She moaned as I thrust in and out of her plastic wide and big asshole. "Fúck, fúck me... Oh my gosh, God."

The door swung open, and my gaze went there, ready to kíll the fúcking bàstard who did that but froze as I saw Alice at the door.

I couldn't read her expression before she ran out, dropping a bag on the floor.

"Such a stupíd bítch." Suzie's voice unfroze me, and I glared down at her. Taking out my díck from her, I flipped her, stranglíng her. Her eyes began to water as her face turned blue due to lack of oxygen.

"Get lost." I snapped, angrily. She ran out, dragging down her tight dress to cover her.

I pushed the intercom. "Block all exits and let no one but Suzie out. The girl in a flannel shirt, bring her to my office."

Why did Alice come here? Why am I feeling like I was caught red-handed doing something bad?

TBC 📖✍️

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