3. The wrong guy

Dante De Santis double-checked the photo on his phone and the man who was tied to the chair, legs slightly spread with a huge cock pointing at him like a gun.

Exhaling, he turned around and glared at his men. What the fuck? Did they meticulously plan and scout the area only to kidnap this man?

It was the wrong guy!

The guards shrank their necks and gazed at the floor as if there was something very interesting there. No one dared to speak a word or look at Dante.

"All of you outside. You, stand guard. Make sure he doesn't escape," Dante spoke in Italian.

Once outside, Dante pulled out his gun and pressed it against one of his men's foreheads.

"S-sir?"

"Explain. How did you mistake Antonio, an ugly guy, for that one in there?" Dante's voice was dark and murderous.

"I'm sorry, sir! It was a mistake! It won't happen again!"

"We thought he was the one," another guard said, head lowered.

"Master Dante, what do we do with him? Should we silence him?"

Dante pressed his lips into a thin line. He thought back to what happened in there. The man he kidnapped by mistake intrigued him. People were supposed to beg, scream, cry, or curse him when he cut their skin and let their blood flow.

Instead, Matthias was very responsive and his cock grew hard. That handsome fucker obviously liked pain and pleasure with a little BDSM. What should he do with this guy?

The most logical answer was to kill him and put the blame on someone else. But then, the image of his cock getting hard and blood sliding down his fair skin appeared in Dante's mind again. And then, Dante's cock twitched.

Dante glared at his pants.

Don't you dare get hard just by watching another man, he warned his stupid cock.

How could he get hard at the sight of another man? He wasn't gay. Yes, Dante was sure he didn't like men.

"Master Dante, Antonio worked in the Whitlock Group. That man in there happens to share the same surname. Could he be....?" one guard said.

A devious plan formed in Dante's mind as he thought of the man back there. He texted his younger brother, Pietro, to search for information on Matthias Whitlock.

Pietro replied to him fifteen minutes later.

"CEO of a multi-trillionaire empire and largest shareholder of the Whitlock Group. Well, well, I've got a filthy rich CEO in there," Dante chuckled.

He headed back inside. The moment he walked in, his victim lifted his chin to look him in the eyes.

Dante tilted his head as he studied him. Matthias had beautiful green eyes that seemed to appear a little greyish. His upper lip was thin while the bottom was full. Matthias had dark hair and a muscular body, bigger than his. In short, Matthias was handsome and beautiful.

Wait a minute... Handsome and beautiful? Now he was calling another man adjectives?

"You are indeed the wrong guy. Sorry," Dante said, stalking towards him and lowering himself on his haunches to get a good look at Matthias.

Matthias looked relieved to hear that.

"I've been trying to tell you. Let me go now," Matthias said. He paused when he saw the smile slowly creeping its way onto Dante's lips.

"I can't let you go. You've seen too much." Dante stood up to his full height and pulled out his gun. He pointed it at Matthias' forehead.

"What? No. No! Please, no!" Matthias panicked and struggled against his binds. However, it was no use. With wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights, Matthias' chest heaved as he seemingly searched for something to preserve his life.

Dante waited, almost patiently.

"Unless..." Dante trailed off on purpose, a creepy, cruel smirk dancing on his lips.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you give me access to all of your company's employees and their personal information."

"What? No, I can't do that," Matthias looked shocked.

"Then don't blame me." His finger was about to pull the trigger when Matthias spoke up.

"You won't kill me."

"What makes you think that? You're useless to me."

"You... You want to find Antonio, right? The one who stole your money? You want my company's employees' personal information because you suspect Antonio is hiding amongst them. The Whitlock Group is huge. We have branches all over the States. If you think you can do it on your own, be my guest," Matthias quickly said.

"I'm the CEO. Think about how I can help you find him. Think about how useful I am to you," Matthias added.

Dante pursed his lips. "Hmm... That's right. But I don't trust you. And you don't either."

"So that's why you need me," Matthias smirked, sounding confident.

"Doesn't necessarily mean I need to keep you alive, no?" He patted Matthias' cheek with the gun. Then he turned around and headed to the door, intending to leave Matthias there, hard and horny, naked on the chair.

"Hey! Y-you psychopath! At least give me my clothes!" Matthias yelled.

Dante paused and threw a sinister look over his shoulder.

"You look better without clothes." He winked, then left.

"You pervert!" Matthias cursed.

Dante should have just killed Matthias Asher Whitlock. But he didn't. He slipped into the black car waiting by the side of the road.

"Sir, w-what do we do now?" the guard asked warily.

"What do we do?" Dante turned to the man with a frightening glint in his eyes. The guards shrank back.

"You made a mistake in researching the information and carrying out the task I gave you. I would have done it myself if I wasn't busy dealing with my uncle and cousin," Dante scoffed.

The guards kept quiet. Failure in duty and making a mistake was punishable by death.

"I won't kill you." Dante glanced out the window at the beautiful city lights of LA.

Unlike his elder brother, Gianpaolo De Santis, the current head of the N'drangheta, Dante didn't kill his own men. He preferred punishment that wouldn't involve taking his men's lives.

"When you return to the N'drangheta, you shall be punished to clean the weapon arsenal," he said.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," the guard was grateful.

Dante returned to the 5-star hotel he had booked two days ago. The receptionist greeted him with a smile. Not in the mood for casual talk or flirting, he ignored her.

He made a beeline for his bed and face-planted into the soft mattress. Dante had been running around looking for Antonio. He had also been trying to help his brother find Padrone, the codename for a mysterious enemy who destroyed and stole their cargo.

His phone beeped. He lifted his head, checking it. A message from his brother.

Gianpaolo: Finish it quickly. Return to Sicily. Our uncles have made a move.

Dante gave him a thumbs-up.

The next morning, the metal door opened and Dante strolled in. Matthias woke up and glared at him, looking angry and livid.

"Good morning, Matthias." Dante waved something in front of Matthias.

The way Matthias looked was as if he wanted to hide his head in the sand!