Danced With Four Girls

"What fate are you here for?" I asked, heading over to grab something to drink as half-naked girls squirmed around us. The youngest even set up poles for them.

"I n need to rest for a few days. Business takes everything." I nodded. The Bratva has been creating a lot of problems for us lately. The younger smiled broadly.

"Well, now let's have some fun."

A few hours later, we were in the trash. I and Matteo danced with four girls. It will be a long night. One of the sluts began to twerk in front of us, her ass was shining, and the thin strip of her thong did not hide anything, Romero disappeared with another girl in one of the rooms. Maybe he'll finally get laid. Cesare was slumped in his chair, his eyes half-closed, while some chick rode around him like a true professional.

Matteo slapped the dancing girl on the ass, she turned around and pressed herself against his groin. More and more girls swarmed around us. I plopped down on one of the chairs, the alcohol in my blood went through the roof, and one of the girls sat down in front of me, starting to stroke my cock through my pants.

The second came up from behind and ran her hands over my chest. I was about to snarl at her to keep from rubbing behind me when she fell forward, blood from her slit throat splattering onto my shirt.

"What the hell!" The whore massaging my cock raised her wide eyes. I rose abruptly from my chair, turning around and raising my hand just as Junior was stabbing. The blade grazed my hand, injuring it. The sluts around us began to yell. Where is Matteo?

The younger one again raised his hand with a knife to strike, and I pushed him in the chest with my shoulder, and then grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall. Oohs and screams sounded from everywhere. Then the first shot was heard.

I was solely focused on Junior. I was going to grind it to fucking powder. I grabbed his throat with my other hand, squeezing as hard as I could. "You fucking traitor," I growled. "Did he think he could kill me?"

His eyes started to bleed, and I tightened my grip on his throat until the blood vessels in his fucking eyes began to burst and bones crumble under my grip. He jerked one last time and I let his body fall to the floor. My hands were covered in blood.

Slowly I turned around to find Matteo and saw him on top of another attacker, he was about to cut his throat.

"No!" I ordered, but it was too late. Matteo is done with the bastard.

Breathing heavily, I looked around at the chaos around us. Cesare leaned against the wall, looking slightly taken aback. There was a cut on his neck, and he stared at the dead body before him. Romero was breathing heavily, standing in nothing but his boxers and holding a gun. Two of the whores were dead, while others were weeping and looking at me as if I were the devil incarnate.

I walked past them, heading towards Romero and Cesare. Romero was shot in the shoulder. Matteo staggered, eyes wide, almost feverish. It was the thrill of killing that I knew so well. "You crushed his throat with your bare hands!"

"Father won't be happy," I said, looking at my hands. I killed many, but this was something else. It was personal, not fucking exciting. Feeling his life leaving him, feeling his bones break under my palms… Fuck, I was ecstatic.

Cesare peered into my face.

"Are you okay?" My mouth twisted. Does he think the fact that I crushed my cousin's throat bothers me?

"Call your father." I turned to Romero, who was trembling slightly. "How bad is it?" He shrugged.

"It's okay, the bullet went right through. One of Junior's friends pulled out a gun at the same time as I did. I nodded, my subconscious replaying my cousin's death over and over. I glanced at the wounded whores, wondering if any of them were involved.

Matteo came up to me. "Fuck. I just can't believe our own cousin was going to kill us."

"You had a knife," I said.

"You know I never part with him," Matteo said with a nervous grin.

"I will never leave my fucking gun anywhere else." Romero approached, trembling slightly.

"Do you think your uncle and the other cousin are involved?"

"Quite possibly," I muttered." I doubt Junior worked out the whole plan on his own. It was in the spirit of Gottardo to persuade one of his sons, just not to risk his own skin. Coward." Why did he take such risks? Even if he was going to kill us, your father is still in charge and he would retaliate.

"No," I blurted out. "If Matteo and I were stupid enough to die at the hands of the Youngest, Father would consider us pitiful weaklings. He would just let Nina give birth, and he would have a new heir. End of story." Matteo grimaced because it was true. We both knew it.

"I need a fucking drink," I grumbled as I walked over to one of the whores. She rushed to the bar and poured me a whiskey, then served it to me. I looked at her as I took a sip, and she lowered her gaze.

"Did you know?" She shook her head sharply.

"No, we were told it was a birthday party, we were going to dance. That's all."

I went, holding a glass, to one of the armchairs and sat down. The whore, whose throat had been slit by Junior, lay nearby in a pool of blood. Soon Matteo, Cesare and Romero sat opposite me - we were waiting for my father and his people. There was absolutely nothing to do. We killed Junior and his men so we couldn't interrogate them, and Gottardo and Angelo were in Washington. I caught the looks of Romero and Cesare on me - a mixture of respect and shock.