CHAPTER 8: No mercy

*LEONARDO*

       “Mr Madrigal…Mr Madrigal…”

Somewhere in a distance part of my head heard someone calling.

        “Mr Madrigal!” When the voice got louder, I was pulled back to the present.

  With a clenched jaw, I sat up, realizing I was currently in a meeting.

        “The presentation’s over.” My assistant, Gary informed as he gestured at the employees standing in front of the projector.

   Everyone present at the conference hall was staring at me as if waiting for my judgement.

But I had none.

I can’t even remember what the presentation was about.

          “Go over it again!” I ordered.

          “Sir, they’ve gone over it two times already.” Gary whispered.

They have?

Shit! What the heck was wrong with my attention span?

      To save face, I let out.

           “Well, your ideas made no sense. Revise everything. By tomorrow, I need something worth my time.” With that, I stood up and walked out of the conference hall.

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      Sitting on my swivel chair, I turned on my computer to get some work done.

But that image invaded my head again.

The image of him trembling and covered in my cum and his, but mostly of mine, lying on the bed, blonde hair curled from the sweat on his forehead.

   Such a work of art.

   I should have fucked him again at that moment.

But I already did. In fact, I had lost count of how many times I did. I just wasn’t satisfied. The more I came, the more I wanted to fuck him.

   Not fucking for a long while had made me like this.

    A knock sounded on the door.

        “Come in.”

Gary walked in and placed some files on the table.

        “Some paperworks that need your signature for the new resort. Also, the Chairman called to ask if the date of the official opening has been approved.”

       “Tell him it has.”

Gary nodded and then stared at me, intently for a moment.

I sighed. “What is it?”

         “I was wondering if your insomnia was back again, if I should get your meds for it?” He asked, tentatively.

         “Why do you think so? You think I was distracted at the meeting?” I was getting pissed now. “I slept fucking well, Gary. Even with insomnia back then, I never lost my focus for once. Get out.”

He nodded and used the door.

  Sighing, I leaned against the chair.

Damn it!

I was pissed that he was right.

I had been fucking uneasy since I left the hotel, and my cock wasn’t helping.

Why the heck does it keep getting hard?

Last night session should be enough to get me through weeks.

I shouldn’t want to see him again this soon.

It’s barely been a day.

Sure, I love to fuck.

But I always control when I fuck!

And I have a routine.

     Three times a month. That was the highest number of times I met with my past submissives.

  And I do not get consumed by thoughts like these. Thoughts of the night spent together.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, the way his skin reddened when I hit him, the way he moaned and whimpered, his tears, the way he took me like he was made for it.

Fuck! I wanted him underneath me again…

I wanted…

   A knock sounded on my door, startling me out my thoughts.

Why the heck am I still dwelling on that?

   I sat up as Gary hurried in.

        “Mr Madrigal, Sir Julius and Sir Edgar are here, demanding to see you.”

I smirked.

Finally, I could use those punks to get my mind off yesterday.

        “Send them…”

Before I could complete that, they both burst into my office, looking furious.

I laughed. “You assholes still lack basic manners, barging into my office like this.”

        “It was you, wasn’t it?!” Julius thundered, slamming some files on my desk.

        “I was this close to securing the contract, you made Mr Morelli pull out of it! Why are you doing this?!”

        “Didn’t I warn you not to secure contracts without my permission? You’re just a branch manager, act like it.” I shot at him.

He scoffed. “You! You can’t keep sabotaging me!”

Ignoring him, I turned to face Edgar.

       “Why are you here?”

         “I just got a demotion letter again, I know you love toying with people, but a team leader? You can’t make me a team leader!”

         “Why? Do you prefer an even lower position?” I asked.

           “This is my father’s company! I can’t be just a team leader in my father’s company!” He yelled.

       “So? Go cry to him then? Why are you here?” I cocked an eyebrow.

       “Oh that’s right. I’m in charge.” I mocked, feeling thoroughly delighted on seeing his face contorting in anger.

   Julius moved closer to me.

         “Look, Leon, I really need this contract. I already told father about it and I can’t afford to disappoint him. Please, just this once, can’t you let me have this?” His voice was a lot calmer now.

I laughed.

Oh I love making them beg.

           “No.” I retorted. “I was in a very bad mood three days ago so I made the call. That would have led to you embezzling funds if I let you handled it to the end anyway. So just go back to your branch office and live quietly as I instructed you to.”

His calm facade broke and he fumed. “You…I‘ll…”

  I stared from Edgar and Julius, it seemed they were about to burst with anger but they had no choice but to hold it in.

          “Ha…why don’t you two losers get out of my office now? You’re wasting my time!” I ordered. “And take this trash with you.” I lazily gestured at the files Julius had come with.

Julius grabbed them and they both stormed off.

  

It brought me great joy to deal with them.

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        “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him. I’m so sick of this!” Julius shouted, pacing to and fro in his office.

       “Who does it think he is to continue treating me like this?! He’s just a bastard my father brought home one day!”

Edgar swallowed, feeling a bit offended by that as he was also a child their father had brought into the family house one day.

   But the thing was, Leonardo was the youngest son, and it just didn’t make sense for him to have all the power!

Now Edgar was just a team leader? Leonardo keeps crippling all his attempts to rise and gain some power.

          “We have to kill him, Edgar. And we need to make sure we succeed this time.” Julius announced, eyes flashing with fury.

   Edgar stood up. “I think we need to calm

down and not do anything hasty for now.” He suggested, coming from a traumatic perspective.

Yeah, Leonardo had given him PTSD.

That instantly reminded Julius of the last time they tried to kill him, it didn’t end well for them at all.

Leonardo had tortured the two of them for three days and nights.

  Those scars were still fresh on their bodies, with Edgar missing two molars.

  After so many failed attempts to take out Leonardo, Julius realized he really shouldn’t plan another one for now.

It could backfire really bad.

Still, there had to be something he could do, something he could use to get to that brat!

       “If I can find just one thing to use against him, oh, there will be no mercy.” He swore.