5| Ruin Her.

LAZZARO

I couldn’t wait to fuck and ruin that woman. She was so sexy that I could barely control myself around her. One thing that I knew was that I would never force myself on her. I never forced myself on women; they always begged to have a piece of me. And Alma was no different.

It might take a while, but she would beg for me, and I would do her as I pleased. I would fuck her, mess her up, and make her father watch as she withered away right before his eyes. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

Talking about Lamberto, I had agreed to meet up with him at one of the restaurants owned by my family—one of the many establishments we used to wash money. I got there before him and settled in one of the seats with my legs crossed and a file on the table before me.

I lifted my wrist and checked the time on my clock. There was one minute left until the time we had agreed to meet, and I made a mental note to kill him if he came late or, even worse, if he dared stand me up.

Just as I finished having that thought, two familiar faces walked through the large glass door, and they were being ushered to where I was seated by one of the waitresses. It was Lamberto Martelli, and he was in the company of his nephew—Fabio Martelli—the second in command of the Martelli Famiglia.

“Good evening, Lamberto,” I greeted him once he was in front of me. I turned to look at his nephew. “Fabio.”

“There is nothing good about the evening,” Lamberto groaned as he slipped into the chair opposite me. Fabio followed, a hard frown slated permanently on his face.

“Well, I just thought to show some courtesy, especially since I will be making your daughter mine,” I said with a smirk.

“You are not taking Alma, and you will return her to us!” Fabio groaned, his rage palpable in the way he banged his fist on the table.

“Careful. You wouldn’t want to destroy my property, because you would sure as hell pay for it. And not with money!” I fired at him, my jaw clenching.

He would pay with blood.

He stood up and leaned forward with a clenched fist, ready to punch me in the face, but froze halfway.

I stayed still, knowing he didn’t have the fucking balls to do that. He knew very well that that would be him signing his death warrant.

“Stop acting like a little boy and sit!” I gritted, pointing firmly at his seat. I was already losing my patience, and I swore I would kill that man if he pissed me off more.

Lamberto sighed. “What do you want?”

“My request is simple. Marry Alma off to me, and I will keep my mouth shut about this!” I reached for the file on the table and tipped it forward. “I know I already sent you the soft copy, but here is the hard copy if you want further evidence.”

“How did you even get this?!” he groaned with a clenched jaw.

“I have my sources.”

He shook his head and sighed exasperatedly. “Ask for something else. Not Alma. My daughter just died. Have you no fucking heart?!”

“That’s rich,” I scoffed, leaning back in my seat. “Coming from you.”

He shook his head again, and I could see the dreadful look clouding his features. “Even if you presented that in court, I have the best legal team. They would clear me.”

“Oh, would they?” I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my throat.

“If you have forgotten what that document contains, I’d reiterate it for you. For years, you and your men ran a sex trafficking ring, which included minors. Couldn't you see how disgusting that was? Although you have stopped, your men forgot to tie up every loose end. There are witnesses—a whole lot of them—who are more than ready to testify against you in court. So, Lamberto—” I leaned in, looking straight into his dark, cold eyes. “I would ask you again, would your legal team be able to get you out of this?”

I had had this evidence for a long time, but I was just waiting for the right time to strike with it. Oh, and I would surely ruin him with it, but first, I wanted to use it to get what I wanted.

“Fuck!” he groaned, and I could see defeat written all over his face.

“All I have to do is say the word, and—”

“Fine!” he growled. “Fine, Lazzaro! You win! Let’s sign the fucking contract, and let me promise you something.” He leaned in, meeting my dark gaze with his equally deadly one. “I will find a way to get you!”

“Well then...” I opened my arms wide and shrugged. “Be my guest.”

“Why her?” Fabio chimed in. “She is just an innocent girl who knows nothing about everything. Why do you want her?!”

“I think why I want her is information that should remain known to me.” I smiled as the thought of everything I planned coursed through my mind. Lamberto would regret ever signing this contract.

Every muscle on Fabio’s face clenched. “If anything happens to Alma, I would fucking—”

“You would fucking what?” I cut him off with a growl. “Kill me? Well, I’d like to see you try, motherfucker!”

I snapped my gaze at Lamberto. “Better keep him in check before I fucking blow his brains out!”

“Not before I blow your own brains out!” Lamberto growled in response.

I exhaled sharply to control my rage because if I didn’t, I would fucking blow both their brains out for real. And such an easy death will be against my evil plans.

After temporarily cooling off, I pressed my lips together. “I’d prepare the contract and send it to you. If you don’t like the clauses, then get back to me and I'll amend it.”

“Whatever!” he groaned.

Shrugging, I stood on my feet and extended my hand for him to shake. “I can’t wait for you to be my father-in-law.”

Even I grimaced at how ridiculous that sounded.

Instead of taking my hand, he looked me in the eyes and groaned. “Fuck you!”

I’d rather fuck your daughter, I said in my mind, as I retrieved my hand and walked away from them. Alma was mine, and there was nothing any of them could do about it.

When I got home, one of my maids approached me with concern on her face. “Welcome, sir.”

“Any issues?” I asked as I continued walking.

“The lady has refused to eat,” she told me as she tried to catch up with me. “I am afraid she will pass out again if she doesn't eat. She looks very weak and pale. And she is behaving really strangely. Everything in the room is all over the place. I didn’t know what is wrong with her.”

“Bring the food to her room. Now,” I groaned as I rolled up my sleeves and changed direction, heading to Alma’s room.