Chapter 8

(The Rossi Brothers)

"Four... Three... Two... One."

Click.

I squeezed the trigger. A jagged scream tore from the man tied to the chair, blood dripping heavily down his shredded face.

A dark, dangerous laugh boomed through the room. "Fratello, pensava davvero che gli avremmo concesso una morte così facile?" (Brother, did he really think we would give him such an easy death?)

"P-please... S-sir..." the man sobbed, trembling. "I will never do it again. Please, just give me a chance sir."

I smirked. “Brother, have we ever given anyone a chance before?”

Vincenzo didn't answer. He rarely spoke, preferring actions over words. Walking over to the metal table, he selected a small knife from their collection of tools. Without skipping a beat, he drove the blade into the crying man’s mouth, slicing the right side of his cheek open.

The man shrieked, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. Vincenzo wasn't done yet. He moved with the slow, calculated precision of a predator. Within the blink of an eye, he brought the blade to the man's left eye and thrust it forward, drawing a sharp cry of agony from him. Meanwhile, I drew my favorite dagger and dragged the tip down our victim's thigh, carving the letter V into his flesh.

"Capo..."

Neither of us turned around. Because we clearly recognized the voice of Leo, our right-hand man.

“Capo, the shipment has arrived.”

"Guess we’ll have to continue our little fun later... don't you think?" I purred, staring down at the mangled, half-dead face of man.

The bleeding man slumped in the chair, a ruined, lifeless shadow of himself, wishing for the sweet release of death rather than dealing with the monsters in front of him.

“Ray, call the doctor to patch him up,” I ordered. "Make sure he doesn't die yet. We still have unfinished business with him. 

Then I turned my gaze to our enforcer. Leo, is everything secured with the shipment?

"Yes, Capo."

“Then let's drive to the club”, Vincenzo spoke up, his voice cold and flat as a dark, hedonistic urge took hold. “We need a distraction to clear our heads.”

******

"M-more, masters..."

The high-end escort beneath us kept purring in her annoying, fake voice as we roughly used her body. Vincenzo and I finally leaned back with frustrated groans, but the distraction was entirely useless. No matter what we did, nothing brought us satisfaction. all because a pair of haunted blue eyes kept clouding their minds.

"Brother, this isn't working," I growled as I ran my tattooed hands through my blond hair, tugging frustratedly at the strands.

“Let's go for another round, masters,” the plastic bitch purred, sliding her hands over our toned, muscular chests.

"Get the fuck out!" Vincenzo roared.

The girl flinched violently at his booming voice. The brothers genuinely despised being touched especially by women. Every mindless whore we brought to our bed only reminded us of our mother, the vile woman who had turned us into monsters in the first place.

The girl didn't wait a second longer. She scrambled out of the bed, gathered her things, and fled the room without looking back.

I stared at my brother, his dark gaze wild. “Brother, I don't think I can wait anymore. She's killing me. I need to feel her.”

“Don't worry, fratello. Soon," Vincenzo replied, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

We had taken a liking to our little princess the moment she stepped into our study. We couldn't resist the innocence that surrounded her. We had been watching her since her first day at the estate.but an emergency call from Russia made us flee away but still there wasn’t a single day we didn’t watch her through the hidden cameras installed in her room and throughout the areas where she worked.

"Brother, don't you think it’s time for us to go home?" I murmured, my eyes fixed hungrily on the glowing screen. "It’s been weeks. I haven’t heard our princess's voice, and I'm losing my patience."

Aurea was curled up in her small bed, fast asleep as we watched her.

Vincenzo stared at the screen, a dark, wicked smirk spreading slowly across his face as he gave a firm nod. "Yes. Call the pilot."

Before Aurea had entered our lives, Vincenzo and I rarely ever stayed at our main mansion. Whenever we returned to Italy, we preferred our private, high-security penthouses closer to the city. But everything had changed the moment our innocent princess came to our home and stayed right under our roof. She had absolutely no idea that she had walked right into a beautifully constructed trap.

The moment our private jet touched down on the tarmac in Italy around midnight. The entire estate was shrouded in pitch-black silence when they arrived; it was long past the staff's working hours. Not a single soul in the mansion had any idea that we were returning, it is not like we informed them. Usually, when we leave the country it takes about a few months. But this time, a dark obsession had pulled us back.

We didn't waste a single moment. Slipping through the quiet corridors, Vincenzo headed straight toward his room, but I decided to stop by the kitchen for some water, but the moment I entered I froze in my tracks as I watched the scene unfold in front of me.

Aurea was bent over, busily searching for something on the floor and her perfect round ass pushed up staring straight at me. Desire hit me instantly as I took in the sight before me, I drew in a  slow breath and without hesitation I held her waist and pressed my hard cock to her butt.

 I pressed myself against her for a second before pushing her off the floor.