Necolai
Screaming, pleading, it did nothing for me. I had no sympathy. Listening to those men finding religion while my Capo worked them over made me chuckle. I stubbed out my cigarette and rolled up the sleeves of shirt. Time to get to work. They don’t call me the Red Wolf for no reason. Blood will flow. Those fuckers dared to muscle in on my turf. They will pay the price.
I am Don Necolai Rosu Lupei, one of the most feared Mafia Bosses in London. My gang The Romanesco owns this part of the city. I don’t tolerate competition, especially not from scum like these human traffickers. I am going to bathe in their blood.
Last night we raided their little organization and freed seven underaged girls and two teenage boys. Those kids were lucky nothing bad had happened to them yet. My men made sure they were returned safely to their families.
I walked into the room where my Capo Salvatore aka The Switchblade was ‘handling’ the prisoners. He liked to work alone. I respected that. He was a big man, built like a truck. His face alone could strike fear into men, having a nasty looking scar lifting one side of his mouth in a permanent sneer.
“Nico, these assholes are pussies. They can’t handle a little pain.” He sneered at the four bound men who were shackled by chains hanging from the ceiling.
I had a private dungeon in my mansion especially outfitted for rubbish like these. And for some other nightly pleasures as well. But I don’t mix business with pleasure that often.
I grinned wickedly at the terrified men. Sal’s switchblade left little bloody kisses over their faces. They think they know terror. They haven’t seen anything yet.
“Who do you work for?” I asked them with no threat in my voice.
“Please, please we will tell you everything! Just don’t kill us.” One of the men, I would say he was not even thirty years old pleaded with me.
I hated whiners.
Sal stood watching me, cleaning his beloved blade with loving strokes with one of my prisoner’s T-shirts. I took the man’s face in my hand, letting my nails dig into his baby face. He whimpered. Our faces were close together. My eyes turned from green to yellow, my wolf peeking out at the frightened man. He pissed himself.
“What the… what are you?” he gasped.
“I thought I asked you a question?” I said, lowering my voice.
“We…They will kill us.” Another man warned the younger one. “Shut up.”
They were dead either way. Idiots.
“The Snake Man.” The youngster cried out. “He… he’s from the east borough.”
I released his face. “Was that so hard?” I’ve heard the name before. Well, I reckoned it was time to send him a message.
I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I hated ruining my clothes. My shoes and jeans followed until I stood only in under jocks. Sal knew what was to follow and he left. He always left when I was about to shift. The men’s faces were puzzled. Soon they will know real fear.
I fell onto my knees, breathing through the pain of my bones rearranging themselves.
“Oh, God! He’s not human!”
Grunting turning into howling.
“What kind of monster is this?!”
Hair appearing all over my body.
Screaming, praying…
Fangs and claws. I shook myself, shifting completely into my red wolf. I watch the men with my yellow eyes squirming, straining at their bonds. Growling low in my throat I padded towards them, tail and ears erect.
***
Appearing from the shower, having washed away the blood and guts from my body, I pulled on clean clothes. Black jeans, black Tee, white sneakers. I checked myself in the mirror, ran my hands roughly through my ginger hair. Sal waited for me outside my bedroom.
“We’ve cleaned up the mess, Nico.”
I grunted. “Good, you know where to deliver them?” Sal was the only one who knew my real identity. I was a werewolf, a lone wolf in the city. Being banished out of my pack by my Alpha father I went to live in the city among the humans.
He hated my guts, because my mother had a one nightstand before she met him, and I was the result. If it wasn’t for her pleading for me, he would have killed me a long time ago. Before I turned sixteen however, he found a reason to get rid of me.
“Yeah, on it.” Sal said. “What I found out about this gang, you can be sure they will retaliate, Nico.”
Bring it on.
“Are you concerned?” I asked, smirking.
“Fuck, no.” he laughed. “They will be no match for us, Nico. But I’ve got other bad news.” He cracked his knuckles.
He followed me outside where we both stood on the balcony lighting up a smoke. We watched as my horses were being led out of the stables. They were my pride and joy. I loved watching them run free in the meadow.
“Okay, so who fucked up?” I asked Sal. He didn’t look happy.
“Vulpe, the Fox.” Sal grimaced.
“What?” I was shocked. He was one of my best captains. “What the hell did he do?”
“Skimmed money off the drug shipment. He was clever but he made one little mistake and The Accountant picked it up.”
It figures. Four-eyes Frank, aka The Accountant never missed a thing. I only employed the best.
“Damn it, I never figured he would be so stupid. We’ll have to pay him a visit, Sal.” I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I couldn't let it slide.
Sal flicked the butt of his cigarette over the balcony. “I’ll get the car.” he said and left.
***
The 1967 Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up into the driveway of the Vulpe home. It was a modest, semi-detached building, nothing too flashy about it. The car I knew would attract some attention from the neighbors, but what the hell. I inherited it from my mentor Big Jim aka The Moneymaker and I fucking loved this car.
Sal, myself and Ricci the driver went up to the front door and rang the bell. A small, attractive woman opened the door. Vulpe’s wife.
“Mr. Lupei? What brings you by this late?” she asked, opening the door wider to let us in.
“Where is he?” I was not one for small talk.
She looked scared. She should be. I heard her heart beating wildly.
“Take a seat. I’ll get him.” She led the way to the living room.
We looked out of place in the neat interior of the living room. Everything so pristine, white couches, blue armchairs. Modest paintings adorned the wall, landscapes mostly. Nothing really fancy. So, where did the money go? My money.
Vulpe stepped into the room. He wasn’t a large man, short and slight with thinning black hair and flighty brown eyes flitting from me to Sal and Ricci and back to me.
“Alexi.” I extended my hand to him.
He took it after hesitating a moment. Just a moment that told me, he knew his shit was about to get real.
“Nico, let me explain…” he started.
I backhanded him once, sending him flying into one of his white couches, spitting blood over the fabric. That was going to leave a stain, I thought.
“What I don’t understand is, how did you think you would get away with it, Alexi. And I really want to understand.” I took off my jacket.
Vulpe’s wife came back, and I motioned for Ricci to stop her. She screamed insults at Ricci in Romanian.
He sprawled over the couch, holding his bleeding nose. “I’ll pay you back, Nico. I promise, every last pound. Just don’t hurt my family.” At least he wasn’t begging for his life. Yet.
“Two million pounds, Alexi. Where do you propose to get that kind of money?” I asked, moving closer to him.
He didn’t answer. I grabbed him by the scruff of his scrawny neck and pulled him towards me.
“What did you do with the money?” I needed to understand. “Answer me, god damnit!” I snarled in his face.
He went red in the face. “To pay off a debt!”
I pressed hard at the back of his neck, hearing the bones creaking under the pressure.
“A gambling debt. I’m sorry, Nico.” The man started to sob. I threw him towards Sal and sat down on the couch.
Sal forced him down on his knees. His shoulders shook from crying. His wife still ranted and raved at Ricci who refused to let her pass.
“How many fingers, Nico?” Sal asked taking out his beloved blade.
I sighed thinking about the mess this was going to make.
“Please, please… I’ll do anything.” He begged, snot and blood spewed out his nose.
Now there was the words I was waiting for.
“So, you will do anything to save your miserable life? Give me anything I ask for?” I drawled, relaxing on the couch.Alexi was no on his hands and knees, face almost into the carpet.“Name it and it is yours.” He was sobbing.“Daddy?”My head whipped around to the sound of that melodious voice; my senses hit with a scent so intoxicating I felt drunk with it. Sweet like cherry wine and hibiscus flowers. My wolf howled in my head. I couldn’t believe it. Mate!The girl ran past Ricci, stopping short in front of Alexi. Breathtakingly beautiful. I sat frozen, staring at her. She bent down on her knees next to her father, her blonde hair cascading across her shoulders. “Daddy, what happened? Who are these men?” She looked up at me her grey eyes clashing with mine. It was like being hit by lightning.Sal grabbed her and I snarled at him. “Leave her.” I stood up. Nobody touches what is mine.“Who the fuck are you?” she barked at me.Her mother got past Ricci and rushed towards her family.
DARINAI screamed until my voice was hoarse, not that it helped me. The beast that put me in this… cell, for want of another word, didn’t even bat an eye. He just threw me in. Was he going to sell me for the money my father owed him? Or worse? Trying to see beyond the bars, I pressed my face against them. What I noticed did nothing to ease my mind. It seemed like a torture chamber. What kind of monster was this man?There was a small cot close to the wall of the cell and I sat down heavily on it. I dropped my head into my hands. What was I supposed to do? How do I escape this place? There were guards all around, armed guards. My emotions ranged from anger to rage to fear.That man – Nico? He was so scary, intimidating. But at the same time… there was something about him. I can’t even name it. I felt drawn to him somehow. I know it sounds crazy right? I mean he was a bad man.My parents were involved in shady business that much was clear to me. They never spoke to me about it, but I wa
NicoI couldn’t get out of there fast enough. My wolf drove me insane with the need to mark her. Irritation drove me to get a drink. I found a bottle of vodka, opened it and drank straight out of the bottle.Sal found me in the study sprawling on my chair, my feet up on my desk.“Drinking alone, are we?” he smirked at me. It wasn’t something I usually did.“Shut up. I need this.” I took a long drink out of the bottle. Motioning to the drink’s cabinet, I told him to help himself which he did.He sat down with a glass of bourbon, placing the bottle in front of him.“What have you got for me, Sal?” I asked.Sal took a long sip of the bourbon, closing his eyes in appreciation. “This Snake Man is a real piece of shit. Seems like he has connections in government. ““Is that so?”“Yeah, not only are they into human trafficking, but also assassinations.” Sal lit up a smoke, passing me one.“Interesting.” We had our work cut out for us. I wanted to obliterate their organization.“You want to p
She turned around smiling and before I could stop myself I had her in my arms and captured her mouth with my own. I took her by surprise, she had no choice but to give in to my tongue’s exploration. My right hand at the back of her head held her in place while my left hand rested on her rounded bottom. Our bodies were molded together. The taste of her was intoxicating, I could get drunk on her kisses.I came back to my senses when her hands pushed at my shoulders. Her hand collided with the side of my face.“You sick bastard!” With all her strength she pushed me away from her, turned to run, but her feet slipped on the hay, and she fell at my feet. I watched her scrambling to her feet and as she got up to run, I caught her around the waist, lifting her off her feet effortlessly.“Let me go, asshole!” she screamed, her arms flailing and kicking with her long legs.I was angry that she slapped me. No one had dared that before. I threw her into one of the empty stables. She landed on a h
DARINA That bitch Maria hurt me. But at least I got her good. I’ve never in my life hurt another person of felt the need to. But she was asking for it.A few hours earlier…Nico left me alone with the so-called maid. The way she looked at him made me want to gag. She was so obviously fucking him. Well, she can have him! I struggled off the haybale, wiping my mouth to get rid of his taste. Still dusting myself off, the dark-eyed bitch stood before me, hands on her hips. I didn’t like the look on her face.“What are you looking at?” I snarled at her.She laughed at me, looking me up and down and sneering at me in disgust. “You think you’re something special, don’t you? Think he will treat you like a queen?” She grabbed my ponytail, pulling me towards her. She spat in my face. “Nu ești altceva decât o curvă!”Nobody calls me a whore bitch to my face! I lost it. I punched her in the face. She reeled back, taken by surprise.“You’re nothing but a servant, bitch!” I screamed at her, I was
NICOI held my hand on her lower back as we went downstairs to where Sal waited for me. I wanted to speak to him about Maria. As luck would have it, Maria came around the corner. She did a double take when she saw me with Darina. Just the woman I was looking for.“Maria.” I called out to her.“Yes, Nico?” She couldn’t hide the bruise on her face. Darina gave her a nice shiner.“What happened to your face?” I asked, my hand stroking Darina’s back, reveling in the feel of her skin underneath my palm.“It’s nothing. I walked into a door.” She lied to my face. I hate it when they lie.I grabbed her right hand, pulling her towards me. Her dark eyes went wide with fear.“Sal, what do I do with liars?” I drawled, watching her face grow pale.“Sometimes you cut out their tongues, Boss.” Sal smirked; his face contorted with pleasure.“Tell me the truth, Maria.” My thumb circled the back of her hand slowly.“Darina punched me in the face.” She said, and her gaze went to Darina. I saw the moment
DARINAI have lost my mind for sure. The beast was kissing me, and I had no control over my body. I wanted him, God help me. I’ve never felt this aroused from any man or boy before. He was no boy. He was dangerous. Not that I ever had sex, well, not full-on penetration. I was saving myself for my husband. I guess that was no longer the case…“W-what are you doing?” I gasped as his hands slid up my thighs moving my short dress up. I pressed against his hard chest, only succeeding in bending backwards, making my lower region push up against the bulge in his pants.“What’s it look like?” he growled, “Taking what’s mine.” The expression in his eyes made my heart leap in my throat, not only from fear.The whimper escaping my throat surprised me. Nico turned me around, pushing me up against the tinted glass. Down below I saw the stage where the dancers were performing for the men, gyrating their half-naked bodies on the beat of the music. Others glided down the silver poles, their oil-slick
NICOI was furious. I didn’t mean to say those words to Darina, but the thought of Marcello having his hands on her, on what was mine, had me seeing red. Her grey eyes were dark and huge in her pale face. The scent of her fear washed over me. My mate was terrified of me. Hell, I couldn’t blame her.“Sal!” I roared out and Sal came running down the steps.“Yeah, Nico?”“Take out the garbage. Don’t ice him. He needs to take a message to Marcello.” I grinned at Sal, he understood perfectly. He would give him a beating to within an inch of his life. While Salvatore unchained the man I went over to Darina where she still sat on the chair. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she flinched.The guy landed with a thump on the floor. He scrambled unsteadily to his feet.“What is your name?” I asked, my hand still resting on Darina’s shoulder.“Phillip.” He said, his lips trembling.“Well, Phillip, tell Marcello I find it offensive what he did tonight. If he doesn’t want me to wipe out his org