Choked

~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 I give him my name? I'm not a fool. 

Motherfucking Vito doesn't take no for an answer. He steps towards me, our noses barely touching and our breath mingling. He smells like pepper? Pepper perfume? What the hell is that?

"I ask you a fucking question and you're gonna fucking answer it, boy," he growls.

"Fuck you," I laugh. I hate that he called me boy. If this is gonna be my death, then so be it. I won't go down without a fight. Let me die laughing.

He scowls, his dark eyes glaring so intensely at me like he's gonna see through my soul. He reaches a hand towards my face. I flinch and step back, but there's nowhere to escape to. My back touches the wall and I don't have a weapon on me.

"Look who we got. A little pretty kitten," a voice interrupts us.

 He shoves a woman to the floor, on her knees. Jeanne. No. No. Didn't she run away? Weren't Ari and Camilla with her? My stomach tenses and my throat constricts on itself. Fuck.

"My bride," Vito moves away from me to Jeanne. My heart pounds in my chest.

"Don't touch her!" I snarl. 

I lash out, but Vito pulls me back, slamming me into the wall, his arm on my throat.

"Too late. That's what you get for messing with me, boy," his tone is filled with venom and a sadistic glint appears in his eyes. 

His lifeless eyes regard me with interest. Pure, sick interest. What a monster.

I should have taken Jeanne and ran. Should have listened to Killian. Should have boarded a plane and sent her to London where she'll be safe. I'm such a mess-up. A failure. The son who brings disaster to the family. As they say. As they put it. Why can't I do anything right?

The noises are back, threatening to explode out of my head. I fight back the urge to smash something and scream.

The man who brought Jeanne squats down and grips her chin. He's touching her, the motherfucker. I want to skin him alive, but Vito isn't letting me go. If there's anything, it's that he's too close to me for my liking. Too close that I can smell him on me and his stupid pepper perfume. It's gonna make me sneeze.

"Let's go home, shall we?" he croons. 

Goosebumps creep up my skin down to my spine. I messed up. The whole family's in trouble. Doom. Danger.

We are forced into a car.Stupid Glitter Shoes drives to my dad's house. He rings the doorbell like the gentleman he is NOT.

I want to run, grab Jeanne, and go. But Vito is keeping an eye on my every move. His fucking piercing eyes are on me the whole time. To say he's not making me nervous and anxious as fuck is an understatement. I try to move, but a gun is pressed at my side.

Vito tsks. "One move without my permission, your blood will be staining your front door red."

It takes everything in me not to react or drown in the voices that are currently swimming through my head. 

The lock clicks behind the door. It opens to reveal Dad. His eyes widen as he shifts to me and Jeanne. I'm screwed.

"Come in, Mr. Vito," he says politely. Why is my dad so afraid of him?

Does he have something on him?

My father is involved with some crime families, so he's like a part-time Mafia member. He runs a multimillion-dollar company. But it's currently under investigation for some kind of fraud that Fabio set as a trap. Because of this, Dad can't pay Vito back. It's all too much of a coincidence, like it was planned out. Someone wants us down.

He makes eye contact with me, scrutinizing and reprimanding like he always does when I cause trouble.

Vito walks to the living room and sits on the chair like a fucking king, like he owns the house. Gun in hand, he makes me and Jeanne kneel before him. Fucking tyrant. I want to kill him, make him kneel and beg before me. He may be hot and stuff, but he reeks of death and danger, something I don't want my family near.

What I don't understand is how we got involved with the Vitos. How did Fabio end up stealing his money, and for what?

Killian isn't around. Where did he go? Did my narcissistic asshole brother run off to hide his tail? Coward.

"Mr. Vito, what is this about? Can we talk this over nicely?" Dad tries to decrease the tension, plastering on a fake smile. "I thought I already explained over the phone."

"Nicely?" Vito tips his head back and laughs. That blood-curdling laughter wraps around my bones and muscles. 

"Have I been too nice to you recently, Cesare, that you take me as a fool?"