A Miracle

Jericho’s POV

Alex and I left the gym house after I’d received a call from Alberto. Alex is my PA while Alberto is one of my henchmen whom I’d assigned different sections to root out those morons who either snitched on or betrayed the mafia. I had just got the Intel that one of such bloody rats had been nabbed in the United States. 

I instructed Alberto to handle him with the rest of my men while I came to finish. Clems is one of the traitors I’d been searching for hook, line and sinker but I kept getting bloody excuses from Alberto and finally for his sake he’d made himself useful. 

Well maybe some things indeed happen at the right time. I'd get some of my men to get the private jet ready and in less than an hour, everything was in place. 

I was fully dressed in my usual all black attire and same goes with Alex. 

“Aren’t we informing grande capo about this?” Alex inquired as we were making our way to the airplane, referring to my father. 

Before we got there one of the boys who were stationed around ran forward to open the door, then bowed as we walked in. 

“No, this is something I can handle myself. I don’t want the fucker giving me stupid orders.” I spat as we settled in. 

Though I never really followed my dad’s orders, I'm so sick of hearing them. Fuck sakes, I’m the fucking boss of the Italian mafia. 

We arrived in the US at 6pm and went straight to my trap house here in the Us. Yeah I’ve different trap house sited in countries around the world where I punishes my offenders who tries to hide in other countries but gets caught—- that means you can’t hide from me, I’ve got eyes almost everywhere.

I was well pleased with what I saw. The bastard was completely battered, his face and body was covered in blood, deep cuts and bruises. Water was dripping from his hair, it seemed like he was waterboarded to sleep. 

“Good job boys” I nodded at all five boys in the room. 

“Capo” they all bowed. 

“Now Wake the fucker up” I commanded. Isaac nodded and poured ice on him, making the bastard jolts awake, almost falling off the chair but was restricted by the chains tying him down. 

The moment his eyes met mine, He shivered and I felt his fear but he played cocky when I started questioning him. 

“Why did you ever think you could steal from me and hide?” I asked quietly squatting before him while leering into his eyes. 

“You are going to kill me and we know that so let’s drop the long talks, we aren’t women. Go ahead and kill me already” he growled weakly and his boldness got me riled up. You don’t die brave with me, you die at my mercy. 

Smirking at the fucker, I first punched him square on the jaw. Two of his teeth fell out and he groaned in pain. 

I took out a Jack knife from the back of my pocket, I spent a moment staring at his face for reaction but the bastard still had his brave mask on. Let’s see how he can still maintain that by the time I’m done with him. Teasing him, I placed the tip of the knife at his neck as if to stab him but I didn’t, I brought it to his stomach, his head and then his eyes. I could vividly hear his heart pulsating while I held the knife very close to his left eyes but unexpectedly, I furiously drove the knife into his lap vein. 

A loud scream tore out from his mouth, Still staring at his face, I deepened the knife, I twisted it and dragged it through his vein. His blood was running like water and he screamed on top of his lungs. 

It did not take long before the fucker started begging me to kill him but his plea fell on my dear ears. After giving him the heavenly vein torture, he was barely breathing. In satisfaction I smirked and shot him in both eyes. He dropped dead and my men took care of the mess.

I didn’t head back to Italy, I decided to explore the city with Alex. We crashed at some clubhouse solely to drink and feed our eyes. 

“This place seems cool.” Alex commented with a loud voice so his voice could be heard amidst the blaring music. 

“Yeah” I shrugged and took a sip from my glass of scotch. “We should go have fun with some of the bitches...they are hot and sexy,” Alex noted with a nasty smile, his womanizing self back on. 

"Common!" He pressed on and I scoffed. “Well,” he sipped from his drink. “Earth to Jericho de Luca who's got a high I.Q for everything but never with women” he joked and I rolled my eyes. 

Seconds later, my eyes met a particular bitch who was walking into the club. It suddenly seemed impossible to take my eyes off her, her Aura got me entranced. 

She’s different from every other girl here. She was coated in all black and her curves were threatening to burst out. She looked all so perfect and for the first time in years, I lost my control. 

I couldn’t see her face clearly because of the wisteria of colors but her dangerously hot aura got my dick pulsating. "What the heck is happening," I asked myself as I realized my bodily response. I was craving to get stuck in her ass while I bump her full with my cums. This was a miracle. I have never felt such pull since my erectile dysfunction set in. 

I eye-searched the hottie one time but couldn’t locate her anymore. Seemed she disappeared or something. The rage that surged in after that made me clenched my fist so tight in order not to explode right here.

Alex, who had noticed my change of countenance kept asking me what’s wrong but I ignored him.

I managed to calm myself down and resumed drinking with Alex. He didn’t pester me to talk about anything because honestly even I don’t know what just played a while ago.