Grabbing Her By The Throat

Matteo shook his head. "Shit, well, that's not how I wanted to spend the day."

Father, his Consigliere Bardoni, and a few Soldiers arrived about an hour later. My father glanced in our direction before moving towards his cousin's body.

"Did you crush his throat?" he asked, examining what was left of Gottardo the Younger. I noticed a hint of pride in his voice. I didn't need his fucking approval.

I nodded. "I didn't have any weapons with me, we were supposed to be among family, not fucking traitors. He choked on his own traitorous blood."

"Luke is like a vise," Matteo said.

"Luka-Tisci," my father said with a strange smile.

"It's been a fucking long day, fucking long weeks, one mess after another. I wanted to kill every one of my relatives."

"I'm fed up with the way they act like I'm a child," I told Matteo as we entered the Sphere. Matteo chuckled and ran it through his hair for probably the thousandth time. Someday I'll beat the hell out of him and cut off his fucking hair to stop his annoying posturing.

"You're seventeen, Luca. Not a man yet," he parodied Uncle Gottardo's voice with infuriating precision, not missing the nasal sounds that made me want to rip his vocal cords out of his throat.

I saw the fear in his eyes, the same fear that many looked at me with after I crushed Junior's throat. Gottardo could only spew all this bullshit, because he thought he was my uncle, and therefore safe. I couldn't believe my father trusted him and Angelo... or maybe he didn't, just enjoyed their humiliation. He's stepped up security substantially since then, knowing there were still traitors among us.

"I am a much bigger man than all of them put together. I've killed a lot more people, fucked a lot more women, and I definitely have a lot more balls."

"Hey, be careful with your conceit," said Matteo, grinning.

"And you have a pimple on your forehead," I muttered. It was a lie, but Matteo was worried - I knew this was the best way to repay him for what an insufferable ass he had been all these days.

As I expected, Matteo immediately began to feel his skin for a pimple, and then narrowed his eyes and lowered his hand, while I rolled my eyes with a grin. We approached the hulk at the entrance to the "Sphere". He greeted us with a short nod and stepped back to let us pass when the guy at the head of the long line at the club called out: "Hey, we're actually the first ones here. And this guy is still too small to go to clubs."

Matteo and I stared at this idiot. He must have meant Matteo, and of course he was right. At fifteen, Matteo shouldn't be allowed into nightclubs like this, and then there was me - but because of my physique, everyone thought I was older. Matteo and I exchanged glances and walked over to the cuntball. His bluster began to fade as I stopped right in front of him.

"Any problems?"

"It's the law," he said. A shark-like grin shone on Matteo's face, trained for hours to perfection in front of a mirror.

"Maybe for you." Since when are boys allowed into clubs? Is it some kind of connection or what? said the talking head to the bouncer. Matteo was always on the verge of showing off his knife to everyone, and I was almost ready to let him have some fun when one of the women in line spoke up.

"He doesn't look like a boy to me," she nodded flirtatiously towards Matteo.

"And you look like my future conquest," the girl next to her added, smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow. Matteo, with his sunny boy charm, has always been a magnet for girls, but my fierce predator charm worked without interruption. Both women were tall blondes, literally walking sex.

"Let them go," I said to the bouncer. He removed the restraining tape so they could slip through. "And he and his friends are now blacklisted by the Sphere," I added.

When we entered the club, we heard them complaining, but I didn't give a fuck. I hugged the blonde next to me, who in return squeezed my ass and gave me a seductive smile. Matteo and the other girl have already tripled the battle of their tongues.

"Is there a place where we could fuck?" the blonde asked, snuggling up to me. I grinned. All the way I like. The type of women who they don't work, get into bed easily, and don't ask questions.

"Of course," I replied, reaching up to her ass and squeezing it.

"Is your dick as impressive as you are?" she asked as we walked through the back door into the closet.

"You'll find out," I growled, and, oh yes, she'll know. As soon as the door closed, she knelt down and literally sucked any sane thought out of my mind. My cock was covered in her red lipstick as she sucked like a true pro. I threw my head back and closed my eyes.

"Fuck," I hissed as she took me deeper. She was better than any other slut I've ever been with and these women spend years perfecting their skills. I relaxed at the door, getting closer and closer to cum down her throat.

She sat up and tensed for a moment, which aroused suspicion within me. Instinctively, I opened my eyes a moment before she thrust something into my thigh. I recoiled, hitting her on the arm. She dropped the syringe but reached for it again.

Grabbing her by the throat, I pushed her away from me. The back of her head hit the shelves with a sickening crunch, and then her body slid to the floor. Breathing heavily, I stared at the syringe. What the hell did she want to inject me with?

I pulled on my pants and walked over to her.