Strangle him

~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 unruly behavior and arrogance. I want to teach him a lesson and make him beg.

I follow him down the hall leading to the back door. Where does my target think he's going? He disappears around the corner.

Old school trick. I know he's going to jump on me when I round the corner. And he did. He jumps out and slams me against the wall, a knife to my throat.

"Who are you? Why the fuck are you—" His sentence cuts short when he looks at me properly.

 Those wide blue eyes look like nothing more than a deer caught in headlights.

"Hello," I grin. Fear. Anger. Confusion. I smell them on him.

"Alessio fucking Vito," he snarls. The knife presses against my skin, but not enough to draw blood.

"I like my name on your lips, Cass," I say, recalling what Jeanne called him back at the wedding. 

I've tried searching his name, but nothing turned up. The little motherfucker keeps it under wraps too well. I intend to make him spill it sooner or later. 

How did someone walk under my nose without any information on them? No background, no nothing about him. Which got me curious.

"Why are you following me? Don't think about marrying Jeanne. I'll carve your fucking eyeballs out if you dare touch a single hair on her," he growls, eyes glaring at me like he wants to rip me to pieces.

 I laugh at his threats, the cold blade dangerously close to my neck.

"You're fucking crazy. Why are you laughing? Think I won't make it real?" His lips curl up into a smile. 

Crazy, but breathtaking.

"Do it. Slit my throat," I challenge, tilting my head to one side so that the blade touches my skin.

His eyes shift left and right, assessing me, weighing his options. At least he wasn't stupid enough to kill me. He knows the risks; taking my life could send his lover to a place far more lovely than hell.

"Look what Dimitri caught," I say. 

He whips his head to the empty hallway behind him.

That's all I need. His distraction. My left fist connects with his jaw, sending him flying backwards while my right hand pulls the knife out of his hand.

The knife clatters to the ground. He tries to reach for it, but I kick it away to the far end of the hallway. He's a fighter. A little stabby, too.

I give him a ten for his guts for fighting with me, and another ten for his stupidity. I take advantage of the momentum and this time, it's me who slams him into the wall. He gasps and thrashes hopelessly against me. Who did he think he was messing with?

My fingers tighten around his neck, choking him, cutting off his air supply. His face turns a slight purple.

"Let... go..."

"No. Unless you beg me."

His eyes widen. I thought he was going to resign to his fate, but he just stares at me.

 Glaring murderously like it would scare me off. Guts again. He's so gutsy that I'm enjoying it. No one has ever put up a fight with me despite knowing they stand no chance.

It excites me. His fear. His rage. His eyes. Those pink lips that look so fucking kissable.

Fuck. Am I thinking about kissing him?

My cock twitches in my pants, solidifying my thoughts.

"Even if I turned into a ghost, I will never beg," he hisses.

 He tries to stomp on my foot, but I anticipated that and sidestep him. Frustration flashes across his face. He raises his knee to attack my groin. Again, I predicted his move and dodge it, pressing my knee over his groin.

He groans and red blossoms over his cheeks and ears. The color is... beautiful.

"Never?" My voice is low, like a whisper, as I let my nails dig harder into his neck. His skin is paler and fairer than mine. My hand looks good on his neck. I think his skin will look good with my bruises and marks on it.

"Never," he shudders. I press my knee harder into his groin, feeling his bulge.

Fuck. He's hard.

"You're hard because I touched you?"

His eyes widen. "W-what?! No fucking way. Let me go!"

"You messed up my wedding. Why should I let you go? What do you have to offer?"

"It's not... our fault that Fabio stole your money. You should... have kept an eye on him. He was... working with... you, wasn't he?" He coughs. "Let... me... go..."

The lack of air is making him unable to have this lovely conversation with me.

"Fine," I release him. "A debt is a debt. I don't care who started it. Fabio is close to Cesare. He'll have to pay. Nothing he has interests me other than Jeanne."

He coughs, touching where I strangled him, glaring at me hatefully like it would do me damage.

"Fuck you," he spits.

It's funny how he fights me when he knows he can't beat me. He knows some insider info on the cooperation between the Vitos and the Davenports.

"This is too boring. I'll make your lover beg, then."

"Lover?" He frowns at me, his voice laced with confusion. "What lover?"

No lover? Then who is Jeanne to him?

I don't know if he was playing dumb with me, but something tells me that he really doesn't know.