Chapter Six

Arrow Falcon was fuming. His whole body felt like a quivering volcano just waiting to erupt. Lava-hot rage surged through his veins.

How dared he? After Falcon himself had requested that Enzo intentionally lose the fight, the bastard had still gone on and won.

And now so much money was gone because of him.

As soon as the driver brought the car to a stop, Falcon stormed out of the car and hurried into his house. He didn't greet his minions like he did everyday. And he knew they were going to know something was off.

He saw three of his guards standing and laughing together about something. They halted when they saw him, and he glared hotly at them.

“Tell one of the whores to come serve me a drink.” He growled.

He obviously surprised them with his tone because they all flinched before one set out to obey the command and the other two went in different directions.

Falcon headed straight for his study room like usual. Grabbing the glass he usually drank his whiskey from, he flung it violently against the wall, hearing it shatter.

He paced up and down, then ran his hands through his hair. His chest felt too tight, like all the anger was suffocating him. He gripped his tie and loosened it.

Just then he heard a knock and figured it was the slut he sent for. He walked around his desk and relaxed in his chair.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open to reveal a redhead slut in a slutty nightwear, just the right dress for his intentions.

“Come here.”

Her hands were quivering and her lips were trembling as she walked in with her hands behind her and her head bowed.

Pathetic.

But he could understand the fear. Falcon had tumblers of both whisky and scotch which he poured for himself most times when he needed a drink.

The only time he demanded for one of the sluts to come serve him was when he was in the mood to fuck them senseless.

But no. This slut looked fine and all but no, he didn't want to fuck her. Right now, the last thing on his mind was sexual pleasure. He watched her continue to walk inside like a tortoise, his incense and frustration increasing two fold.

“I swear to all things holy if you're not here in the next three seconds. One...”

She was beside him in an instant. Smirking, he pulled her roughly onto his laps. Her body was stiff and tense and still quivering.

“Nice. Nice.” He commented noncommittally, wedging his hand between the slut's legs.

Her body grew more tense, and she tried to close her legs. A growl and one look into her terrified eyes and her legs were wide open again.

He wove his hand along the band of her panties and ripped the lacy material. Then he shoved his fingers inside her pussy at once.

All five fingers.

She whimpered and grabbed onto his hand, trying to pull it out if her.

“I swear by all things holy that it's going to be worse if you don't fucking let go of my hand.” He said lowly.

She hesitantly let go, and he began to move his hand inside her. Fisting. Punching her inside. Soon, her whimpers were groans. Then she was screaming.

“Stop. Stop. It's hurts.” She cried. Just the words he had been waiting for.

Pulling his fist out her, he grabbed onto her hair and pulled her up along with him.

“You dare tell me to stop? You filthy slut.”

His fist connected to the side of her mouth. She shook violently but he didn't let go of her hair and delivered another blow to the same spot. She screamed, blood spilling from her cut lips. He dragged her by the hair, grabbing her cheeks and squeezing with his fingers.

“I am your owner. I own you. And when I want to do something with your body-”

Another blow, this time to her eye.

“-I decide whether it's enough or it's too much. Your role is to be silent and let me finish.”

He hit her head again and let go, and she fell on his desk. The image of the victorious, obviously mocking look on Enzo's face after he'd won today's race came into his mind.

And Falcon lost it.

He grabbed her by the hair again and brought her unto her feet. “How dare you defy me? When Arrow Falcon tells you to do something, you do it. How dare you win when I told you perfectly well to lose?”

“But. But you never...” The slut began to speak.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, shaking her. “You're going to pay.”

It'd been a while since he last combated with anyone, and he longed for the feel and the sounds his fist made as it connected with her flesh and bones.

Over and over again, he hit her, slapped her, punched. Until she began to grow limp from the pain.

When exhaustion finally caught up with him, he grabbed her by the head and slammed her face into his desk. She fell to the floor, cold out. Breathing heavily, he looked down at her unconscious body but he didn't feel the satisfaction he expected.

Because it wasn't her he wanted to be slamming his fist against. It was Enzo.

Falcon could've killed the bastard. In fact, he'd ordered his driver to do just that. Until the light bulbs had lighted up in his brain.

Death was too little a punishment for Enzo after he'd disobeyed him and made him lose so much money. He deserved to suffer.

Falcon was going to make sure his world crumbled around him. That he lost not only the money he won from the race, but every cent he had on earth.

He was going to crush him until he wished for death. Then he was going to make him beg for his life. Only then would he kill him.

And he knew exactly how to begin the revenge.

Feeling a surge of confidence, he opened his study door and stepped outside. The first guard he spotted stood just some distance away.

“Hey you.” He commanded the man's attention. “Call Gypsy for me. I have a new mission for her.