Chapter 2

Ivan

Parties. It had an addictive effect, and took away the stress. It was probably the women that flocked around me, or maybe the adrenaline that came with partying. I smiled against a woman’s skin, I couldn’t remember her name, and didn’t care to. She was just a body to pass the night with.

“How about me?” Her friend—‘blondie’ whined, pulling me away from the other bitch’s body aggressively. I chuckled, kissing the corner of her lips to ease her jealousy.

We were seated in a couch in a club—VIP section with my friend, Carlos and his girlfriend. The VIP room was not exactly as I expected with the countless bodies around the club.

Should I have gone with the VVIP instead?

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” The brunette bitch suggested, running her fingers on my chest seductively.

“Bedroom?” I laughed sarcastically, twirling a strand of her hair, “I don’t fuck bitches in the bedroom, sugar.” I mumbled in a low tone, tilting her chin up.

“Ivan.” Carlos warned, shaking his head in disapproval, but I ignored him. He could shove his advice down his ass, I don’t give a shit.

“Then where…” she trailed off in confusion, unfazed by the demeaning title. She had no right because she is a whore.

“Here.” I gave her a pointed gaze, lowering my gaze to the floor before glancing at them with a cocky smile.

They exchanged glances, flickering their eyes up in interest. They want this too. I have been called all sorts of names—man whore, playboy, Casanova— striving for my inability to stick with one woman. Why should I when they were thousands of women in the world? They wanted money, and I had the damn money to spare.

“Stop this, Ivan.” Carlos girlfriend—Lolita chirped with hopeful eyes.

I chuckled wickedly, grabbing the stack of money lying on the table.

“Should I double the amount?” I mocked, slapping the money bundle on blondie’s face. She moaned in response, inhaling the scent, and nodding her head violently.

“Fucking—“ Carlos rose to his feet, but Lolita pushed him back down, shaking her head in warming.

She was smart, unlike her boyfriend. I was unstoppable when it came to fucking those bitches. It was like a drug I couldn’t live with. I lose my senses if I didn’t fuck, and turned to drugs to feel good. He couldn’t risk me doing drugs again. The last time my fun got ruined, I was hospitalized for overusing, and my father had to pay a lot of money to stop news from spreading. Carlos was my cousin, bodyguard, and best friend too. He protected me from the enemy’s attacks.

“That’s enough, Ivan!” My father’s assistant—Marcos yelled, storming into the area with a stoic expression. I groaned in response, rubbing blondie’s thigh, and my lips on brunette’s neck.

“What do you want?” I asked, backing away from them. Each time Marcos made an appearance, it was something serious.

“You can’t go around creating mess for your family, Ivan.” He commented with a frustration. He was referring to my offer to the bitches. This wasn’t the first time I was fucking in the open.

“I have you to clean up my mess, right Marcos?” I remarked with a chuckle. I’m the illegitimate son of the Hernandez family, and a spoilt heir as they always say.

“We need to leave now. We have dinner with the Vitos.” He announced in a stern tone.

The Vitos were the biggest family in Italy, and my sister—Mia was getting married to their Don. I didn’t know why she had to when we were rivals with them, but father said something about strengthening the family. I didn’t want to take over the role of the Don, not after it took my mother’s life. I prayed that my father lives for a long time to continue his role.

“What? Right now?” I asked in irritation. I didn’t finish my words when I was pulled up by the shirt by Carlos.

“I need to a release.” I screamed like a maniac, but he ignored me, dragging me out of the club. I couldn’t fight, and never bother learning. Carlos, Marcos and other men kept me safe in case of rival family attack.

“Drive.” He commanded the driver as he tossed me into the car, shutting the door after Lolita settled in.

“Will you be responsible for his insanity later?” She asked like I wasn’t in the car with them. I wasn’t actually. I was more focused in snapping out of my drowsiness before I reached the mansion. Why was the alcohol getting to me now? Just my fucking luck.

“He will be fine, Lolita.” I heard Carlos reassured before the car pulled up in halted in the big gate that was undoubtedly ours.

“Carlos…just…” My words slurred, and my head throbbed in paid. Fuck. My father would fucking kill me if ruin this night. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone out.

“Get down, Ivan.” I heard a command. I panted heavily, my visions blurring as I stared at Carlos who held the door open. When did we get in?

“You look sick…” The voice faded in my ears as I staggered out of the car, staring at the blurry mansion sullenly.

“Do you…” I didn’t know who was speaking anymore. I couldn’t identify voices. I gulped, staggering forward but I lost balance, and fell to—

“I gotcha you, Ivan.” A muscular voice rang in my ears, catching me before I hit the ground. I breathed in relief, but my mind remained fizzy to make out the face.

“Mr Vito…” The voice dies down as I passed out.