Ch. 6 THE SNITCH

Deangelo’s POV

I crossed my legs, making a show of adjusting my eyepatch as I brought the cigarette to my lips, taking a slow, careful drag. My gaze settled on the overweight body of Carlos, seated across from me, his brow furrowed in unconcealed anger.

"Scorpion," he growled, his voice all sharp edges, "You are the number one billionaire in this city. What do you think the other Dons will say when they find out you have been owing me 50 million pesos for years, and you have refused to pay?"

I let out an exhausted sigh. "You know my number one rule is never to let strangers into my home," I replied smoothly. "And you, Carlos, are no stranger."

His lips twisted into a scowl. "Then you should know why I deserve that money! You are just oppressing me because you are superior to me. You have got to stop this! I worked hard for those building materials, brick by brick!"

I couldn't help but laugh, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. "If you want your money so badly, commoner, you should crawl to me on the floor and lick my boots. Maybe then I will agree to give you your chicken change."

The don's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his henchmen began urging him not to take the bait. But Carlos's greed clearly outweighed his common sense. With a sarcastic huff, he shoved his men aside and began unbuttoning his suit jacket, his large belly spilling forth as he dropped to his hands and knees, crawling closer to me.

When he reached my boots, he reached out to grasp my leg—but I was faster. Lifting my foot, I slammed it down onto his head, pinning him to the floor.

"Just give me my fucking money!" Carlos cried as the spikes on my boots dug into the delicate skin of his head, "And I won't bother you again, Scorpion, I swear on my dead mother!"

I scoffed. "You are not even bothering me, asshole," I responded, my voice lowered. "No one can disturb me unless I give them permission to. Don't forget who you are talking to; I am the number one Don in this city."

"Then why are you doing this to me? If I am just a commoner like you said?" he inquired, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Leaning down, I mocked, "The reason I haven't paid you is because I know you are the rat who snitched on me to Prosecutor Stefano. You sent me to jail for murder, just because I joked about not paying you. You pathetic son of a puta, have the nerve to come begging at my door."

I pressed down harder, provoking a painful scream from the don. "You are signing your own death sentence."

Out of nowhere, Silvia appeared at my side, an AK-117 in her hand. "Do it, boss blow this motherfucker’s head off," she advised, her hazel eyes burning with bloodlust.

I chuckled. "That would be too easy." Withdrawing my boot, I watched with satisfaction as Carlos struggled to his feet, his face flushed a deep crimson.

Without a word, he turned and fled, his henchmen racing after him. I couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled up, and Silvia joined in, her laughing ringing through the room.

After a moment, I sobered, pinning Silvia with a sharp look. "Why are you here? Do you have anything to report?"

She straightened, her expression sobering. "Yeah, a special order came in a few minutes ago. It's from Romano, the Don of Weed. He wants a few supplies personally, and I will have to go since the others are busy with extra deliveries."

I waved a hand dismissively. "I know who is going to make that delivery."

Silvia's brow furrowed. "You mean... her?"

But before she could finish, the sound of footsteps on the stairs drew our attention. There, descending gracefully, was the beautiful peasant, dressed in a figure-hugging red dress that showcased her large boobs and flawless thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in her healthy appearance, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Looks like we have found our courier."

My gaze followed the beauty as she walked down the stairs, her expression filled with a mixture of anger and defiance. But even in her anger, she was breathtaking.

Before I could utter a word, she snatched the cigarette from between my lips, tossing it to the floor and crushing it beneath her heel. Silvia gasped in surprise, but I found myself utterly fascinated by the girl's bold display.

"What have you done to my father?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "Why do you want to get rid of him? Is it because he is fighting against corrupt people like you?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but she barreled on. "If anything happens to him, I won't spare you!"

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. Reaching out, I grasped her hand and tugged, pulling her onto my lap. She winced as she landed, immediately struggling to rise, but I held her firmly in place.

She cried out, writhing over my knees. I yanked her waist in close, pinning her down as I delivered a sharp spank to her buttocks, provoking a scream from her.

"You lack manners, it seems your father hasn’t been doing his job properly," I scolded. "I will take it upon myself to give you the discipline you need, because it seems you haven’t been spanked in your life, just a little reminder of who’s boss around here."

The peasant’s body trembled in my grasp, and she unleashed a torrent of insults. "You are a fucking bastard, a pervert, a conceited jerk who thinks he rules the world!" she shouted as she reached back to cover her ass.

"Remove your hand, or I will pull up your dress and spank you on your bare buttocks, little peasant." I declared, through clenched teeth.

She tucked her arm back under her chest, but a second later it came flying back again, her hips rolling and twisting to dodge my punishing smacks. I grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back.

"I warned you," I muttered, lifting her dress to reveal the white shorts underneath. My working eye went a little dizzy at the sight of her perfectly round ass, and I just spanked her again, savoring the soft feel of her flesh beneath my palm.

Finally, I shoved her to the floor, where she landed with a thud, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know you haven't been able to get my father," she rasped, her voice lacking some of its usual fire. "If not, you wouldn't keep me here anymore."

I silenced her with a wave of my hand. "You talk too much. It's giving me a headache."

My gaze drifted to Silvia, who wore a strange expression on her face. When our eyes met, she quickly forced out a laugh. "I loved the way you spanked her like a baby, boss," she said, her voice dripping with false amusement. "She is practically a child, after all, she doesn't seem to know anything about the world."

The beauty's eyes flashed with restored fury, and she made a move to stand, but I snapped my fingers. Immediately, my henchmen joined, including Hugo, who approached carrying two large suitcases.

"She is the courier," I announced, nodding to the cases. "Get her ready to go."

As Silvia yanked the girl to her feet, she seized the opportunity to lift the hem of her dress, exposing the white bum shorts beneath. The men's faces flushed with color, and I quickly ordered them to avert their eyes.

Hugo opened the suitcases, revealing an arrangement of neatly packaged drugs. Swiftly, the men began taping the packages around the beauty's stomach, securing them to her body.

"Don't even think about running," I warned her. "It would be useless. And make sure you don’t get caught; if the drugs are seized, your father won’t be my only enemy. You will be in debt to me, and I bet you have a clue of how that’s going to end."

The beauty shook her head in silent submission, her expression one of resigned defeat.

Once the men had finished their task, I stepped forward, snatching the walkie-talkie from my waist and pressing it into her soft hands. "You will be using this to communicate with us. Don't you dare lose it or turn it off."

She accepted the device wordlessly, and I couldn't resist the temptation to grasp her chin, drawing her face close to mine. "And don't you ever defile me again," I murmured, my voice low and dangerous. "Or you will see a side of me you haven't witnessed."

With an ultimate nod, I released her, turning and striding toward the stairs. I needed to put some distance between us—I couldn't afford to be blinded by her beauty. She was the enemy's daughter, and I had to remember that.