Z. Langsley 的作品

~Cassius~Motherfucking Vito is standing in front of me after he choked the life out of me and made my cock hard. Well, nearly. Apparently, he doesn't want me dead. I can't believe that he just pressed a little on my cock and it's now begging for a release. God, how fucked up am I?My mind starts to fantasize about killing him. Strangling him back while he watches me helplessly. I want him dead.Out of our lives.Gone.Too bad I can't hire assassins or hitmen to take him out. Too many troubles and traces.A tap on my cheek pulls me out of my fantasies. "What the fuck do you want?" I gather the courage to say. The motherfucker is strong, bulky, all muscles and abs, I'm sure. Though I'm muscular as well, I couldn't compare with him. He's on a whole new level, accompanied by the killing aura he carries like a shield.His dark eyes flicker over my face as he regards me with interest. Interest that doesn't sit too well with me."Name," he demands."Fuck you," I grit. Why the hell would

~Alessio~Not that I mind, but I can't stand the weeping and drama. It gives me a headache. I want to strangle Cesare and this man, this lover who snatched my bride.Giulio approaches me, mouth open and ready to shout. I gesture to Dimitri, my right-hand man. He walks forward and pulls Giulio in the opposite direction. Giulio’s eyebrows kiss his hairline as he looks at me over his shoulder. Dimitri leans over and whispers in his ear. I could have sworn that Giulio's eyes are like diamonds and wide like saucers when he hears of the potential revenge against the motherfucker who offended me. He flashes me a teasing smile.I turn my attention back to him. He smiles at the bar lady and says something that has her giggling. Then he pushes Jeanne to some girl and walks away. In a separate direction. He subtly looks over his shoulder.He knows. He detected me. What a smartass. Jeanne is no longer in sight, but I don't care. She's not the one I want.I want him. I want him to pay for his unru

~Alessio~I watch as he takes my bride, places her on his bike, and takes off like a shooting star. Never has anyone disregarded me like this, pulling a fucking gun right in front of my eyes. That pure arrogance of his got under my nerves, and I resist the urge to end his life. Who is he? More importantly, I'm impressed that he used a bat to knock down my guards, who are well-trained special forces.A fucking bat. My favorite weapon. God, I'm intrigued. "Boss, what should we do?" Dimitri asks."No worries. I have my plans," I say, maintaining the calm facade that I've learned to put up since I was born. Calm, be calm. Stay calm. That was what my mother told me before she died in her bedroom. At night, like a ghost had strangled her. Nightmares ensued after that day, but I learned to act like everything's normal. Going fine, okay. It's all okay.Marrying Cesare's daughter isn't just about getting back what he owed us. That little money is nothing to me. It's just one of the many pl

Anger is my partner in crime. I always have this shoot-first-ask-questions-later attitude. Even though I appear calm on the outside, I'm a fucking mess on the inside. The voices in my head are getting louder and louder.I view things negatively and anger is the only way to solve issues that become too much for my brain to handle. Never gotten into trouble before because I got Killian cleaning my shit up. Though I didn't ask him. Jerk of a brother says I'm spoiling his image.Currently, I don't care. I don't fucking care. I'm going to ruin this wedding if they think they have a hold on me. Jeanne is forced to marry this Vito bastard. Every night before the wedding, I stand outside her door and hear her sobs. Dad's worrying while hiding his pain behind a straight face. I can't keep this up. No, my insides feel like they are tied up in a ball and entangled."Hey, you can't go—"Too late. I punch him in the guts. Another comes at me. Swinging my bat, I knock him in the face and he flops d

~Cassius~To say my life is bad is an understatement. Dad paces the room back and forth, his steps making my sister uneasy. Jeanne sits on the couch, burying her face in her hands."What's going to happen?" she asks, eyes red and watery as she looks at me. Her chocolate hair is mussed up, like she had been running her fingers through them. The gaze in her eyes are clear; she doesn't want to go. No matter what, she can't go and I'll make sure that doesn't happens. The rival Mafia family, the fucking Vitos, demands that she must marry the boss himself in order to pay back the debts we owed."This isn't fair! Dad, that was all Uncle's fault!" My elder brother barges in, the door nearly thrown off its hinges.The man who put us in this predicament due to his selfish nature had taken the money and fled somewhere in the world. Now my sister has to make up for the mistake, one she didn't cause. My gaze drops to the laptop on the coffee table where emails of 'threats' from the Vitos stare b