Thrilling Desire

*Seventeen years ago*

Mr Daniel Pablo, head of the famous and most powerful gang in all of New York, my father. He owned and controlled one of the biggest mob in Brooklyn.

It was evening, he sat regally on his lush couch, smoking from his pipe, releasing thick smoke into the atmosphere, not minding that I was there with him, and I was only a ten year old boy.

I raised my head, watching him keenly as he sucked in air and slowly breathed out thick white smoke, staring into space, one would tell he was lost in his thoughts.

"Honey!" Mom cat walked into the lounge, wearing a red tight dress with a pair of high heeled shoes which clanged the marbled floor as she moved.

"My love" dad moved the pipe and kissed her on her lips, staining his lips with her thick red lipstick.

Of course, even an animal would tell that they were deeply in love with each other.

"Garry is coming tomorrow.... for a business meeting" he placed the pipe at his side stool and made my mom sit on his laps.

"Oh really?.... it's been a long time" she smiled, snuggling closer to him getting into his mouth, forgetting that I was there.

Mom's eyes moved and her gaze landed on my eyes, I then looked away, continuing with the book I had in my hands.

"Mario my son... It's time for bed, let's go" she walked over and took the book from me.

"Let's go sweet" she said, I got up and moved.

"It's already late" she added, walking with me till we got to the stairs.

"Yvonne!.... Come take Mario to his room, it's time for bed"

She called the maid servant.

Of course, she never puts me to bed by herself, she was always busy.

"Alright Mario.... Let's go" the lady reached out and took hold of my hand.

" Don't! " I half yelled with my little voice as I withdrew my hand.

Lady Yvonne, the new caretaker was startled as she let go of me, her face all scrunched up in surprise.

"Oh, He doesn't like people touching him" Mom said from where she was, probably tangling her tongue with dad's.

"Oh I'm sorry dear let's go" lady Yvonne led me upstairs to bed.

★The next day★

"Sir Pablo!, So good to see you" Mr Garry smiled as he fist bumped dad's gloved hand. Dad's hands were always gloved with knuckle gloves which covered half his fingers and his palms. Seeing him, you would think he was about to fight someone but no, it was just a normal accessory he fancied.

"Garry, Have a seat" they both sat and started talking.

Meanwhile mom and Garry's wife Mrs Monika had long been engaged in their feminine discussion as they talked and laughed.

My gaze traveled and rested on Racheal their daughter who by right was supposed to be my friend but thanks to me, we weren't friends, because I didn't like having friends.

"Mario honey, Go play with Racheal" Aunt Monika said, all smiles.

I stared at her for some time with my usual unsmiling and stoic face.

"What do you take me for ma'am? Playing is for kids, I'm not a small child" I said with an irritated expression and moved my gaze over to Racheal who sat on the marbled floor, playing and talking to herself.

I could sense that Mrs Monika was shocked and felt a bit disrespected because I sounded that way.

"My goodness!... Mario honey!" Mom released one of her fake laughs trying to cover up my actions, I just stared at her not bothered at all.

"How about you be nice and show her to the library" mom smiled at me, there was an underlying meaning to her smile which only I understood, she always did it whenever she was trying to warn me.

"Racheal dear, go with Mario to the library" Mom smiled brightly at the little girl.

"Okay" she got up from the ground and skipped down to me, she made an attempt to touch me but I moved back, sending a glare her way.

"Don't touch me" I hissed as I climbed the stairs, Racheal following slowly behind me.

"Hahaha.... don't mind him Monika, kids can really be a handful at times"

That was my mom, still trying to cover up.

★present ★

"I do not understand you Mario, is it that you are not man enough or your dick is paralysed?" Dad asked me looking pissed.

" Father I..." I didn't even know what to say because the one who should be pissed was me, not even dad.

" Or are you gay!?, Tell me Mario, why you have decided to die single!, you go about fucking your fellow men huh?, you chase after dicks? "

" Dad!, I'm not gay!, Okay?, .... Just let me be" I looked away.

" Then why have you refused to get married?, Racheal is there, and she won't remain single for ever, look at me" he spread his arms proudly.

" Look at me, I'm a real man, and I proved it by getting married to your mother and having you, why do you want this legacy to end in your hands, son?, your mother and I are getting old"

" Dad enough with that shit, I do not love Racheal or any other female out there!, I cannot love any female dad!, is it so hard for you to understand!?"

"Shut up!" Dad swung his hand and hit me hard on my face.

" Don't talk to me that way, I'm your father"

My face stung really badly, my hand held the spot as I sent a devilish glare at the man I called father. Pissed off, I turned around and walked away.

" Mario!, Mario!, come back here!, how dare you walk out on me."

I just kept on walking, I didn't look back. I'm not a little child anymore, at least some respect please.

The moment I stepped out, three bouncers came around me.

" I want to be alone" I took the keys from one of them, got into the car and drove away. Driving through the streets of Brooklyn, so many thoughts ran through my mind, I needed to clear my head.

Within minutes of driving, I arrived at my destination. Walking into the noisy clubhouse, I covered up my hoodie and took long impatient strides, looking for a particular person, I finally saw the person at the top front of the dimly lit room, dancing with other dancers.

"Sir Mario " The manager saw me and gave a bow. I walked past her to a suite. A room beautifully furnished with a bed and table set. It also had a nice scent which filled up my nostrils.

I pulled out the chair and sat on it, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves, waiting for the lady to show up.

In seconds, she came in.

Medium height girl with the right curves at the right places, glittering tanned smooth skin cladded in a scanty attire, she was a black girl, pretty one at that.

She pushed back her black curly hair and went straight to business, soft music oozed from the hidden speakers, filling the atmosphere.

Then she started dancing, rolling and grinding her waist sensually according to the rhythm, just the way I liked it, truly she had the most flexible and sexy waist as she wined it seductively going up and down and side to side, she was considered my favorite as she really knew the moves to get a man begging for sex.

She really had a fire waist and it was turning me on already.

I unzipped my trouser and took out my huge cock, it was rock hard already, longing to be soothed.

My fingers travelled up and down my length slowly as I watched her dance and roll her waist, jiggling her soft sizeable ass. Tiny sweat buds reflected the light on her bare skin, appearing like tiny crystals.

I watched her as she came closer and went down in front of me, stretching out her hand to feel my cock.

I grabbed her hands with my gloved hands, stopping her.

I also wore gloves just like dad, I realized the reason why he always wore knuckle gloves and it's was because he too didn't like touching people with his bare hands.

Obviously where I got it from.

"You know I don't like it when people touch me" I said in a deep voice, which echoed in the room.

She raised her head and stared into my eyes with her bright black and white eyes.

Letting go of her hand, I took a fist full of her hair.

"But I don't mind a blowjob" I guided her head down as she sucked on my cock like a professional, deep throating my length, her gag reflex kicked in, giving me memorable pleasure.

"Fvvvvvvk" I hissed, throwing my head backwards as she brought me to an orgasm. Once done, she stood up and walked into a door, probably to go and spit out my cum.

After regaining myself, I brought out some money, about 400 dollars and tossed it towards her direction and they fell to the ground. She bent down to pick them up while I walked out, lighting up a cigarette.

**

"Where are you coming from?" It was dad, again.

" Honey, just let him be... " Mom chimed in.

"Look dad, I don't have the energy for this" As I spoke, white smoke escaped my lips. I ignored him and walked upstairs.

" You better prepare your self, you are going with me to the company! tomorrow" He yelled at my back.

★MORNING★

I got up and got dressed to go to the company with dad that morning, just as he requested.

Driving through the streets of New York, I could see people living their everyday life, not having to go through what I went through and obviously ignorant of what goes on in the underworld business.

We arrived at the company quite late and all I had to do was to walk round the big building with dad as he introduced me as the incoming CEO, I had no problem with that anyway.

Where I had problem was where I was asked to go on a date with someone.

Dad and I walked back to his office. getting in, we saw Mr Isaac, dad's business partner.

"Mr Daniel Pablo " He greeted dad with a bow.

"Nice to see you, Isaac"

"Ah, Mario is all grown up" he said, extending his hand for a hand shake which I ignored, slowly he fisted it and brought his hand down.

"Alright umm… Mr Daniel, I'm here to make a proposal, for Mario" Isaac smiled at me.

" And what is that?, If I may ask, Mario here is always ready for any proposal" Dad mouthed as he took his seat.

"Here " he handed me a card.

My daughter will be waiting for you there, have dinner with her by 7pm"

I stared hard at the card before accepting it, I could feel the smile dad had on his face but I chose to ignore him, knowing that these were the type of things he usually anticipated.

"Well, I can assure you that Mario will not miss such meeting with your daughter" dad smiled.

One thing that was certain though was that I wasn't going to miss the dinner.

**

Done with work at the company, I got into the car with dad who returned back home to meet with the gang members who came for a meeting.

"Boss " The men in black all bowed.

" Speak"

" We..... we have a uh... a little problem sir, at the control unit " a man stuttered as he spoke up.

" what is the problem? " Dad paced about, looking impatient.

" Um.. it's about the system "

" Go straight to the point already! " I came forward, standing only inches close to the man who was speaking. I hated it when people beat around the bush.

" Sir.... The computers were .... hacked"

" What!?.... By who? "

" We do not know yet"

" What do you mean you do not know? "

" Boss ... sir ... We are are still finding the people "

" Cut the crap!... You mean to tell me I employed a bunch of babies to handle the security of this clan, the biggest mob in all of America? "

" N.. no sir .... We'll find them, we promise " he lowered his head.

" Good!" Dad said, taking slow steps between and around the men who were present in the large hall, giving them a scrutinizing look.

"Leave and get me information in three days"

The men all bowed and scurried away, leaving only the men who held a close relationship with the boss.

" Boss, he's here" Mike said immediately the other guys left.

We all took a stroll to the inner part of the building, passing through a thick huge metal door, we arrived at the torture room.

There was a man, covered in blood on the ground, half dead, he had been brutally dealt with.

"Alvarez" Dad chuckled, he walked closer to the man who was hardly breathing, taking slow steps around him.

"Your father owed me over fifty million dollars before he died, and you knew about it, right?"

The man moved his remaining eye towards dad as the other one had been smashed.

"I tried contacting you in a peaceful way but, it seems you do not like peace, rather you prefer violence"

"Sciocco, mio padre non ti deve mai un cazzo!" (You fool, my father never owe you shit!) He managed to mutter in Italian, his native language.

Dad paused in awe then released a dry chuckle, he seemed to understand him.

"Oh really?, He never owed?" That moment his phone rang. He thought for a while before answering the call.

"Hello Roger... Mario finish him up"

That was a very sweet assignment I was given.

"yes sir"

Dad walked out of the room.

"Your father never owed right?....was that what he told you?" I crouched down to get closer to him.

"Questa è la verità, teppista!" ( That's the truth you punk!) He yelled in hushed tone to my face.

One funny thing was the guts and audacity he had to talk back, even at the point of death.

"I don't speak shit language, asshóle" I got up and gave him a hard kick in his stomach region and he yelped in pain.

Stretching out my hand, a dagger that had red hot blade was given to me.

I chuckled wickedly.

"Nice tattoo you've got, how about I add a little more " I placed the hot dagger on his right cheek to go with the bursted eyes, it sizzled as his face got burnt, taking off the knife from his face, I stabbed his face and dragged the knife down, tearing up his face.

"Ahhh!" He screamed melody to my ears.

His blood oozed out and splattered all over my shirt and face.

I released a dry chuckle as I got up, looked around for something and finally saw it, grabbed the spear that had been roasting in the fireplace.

Placing the hot metal on his bare skin, enjoying the sizzling sounds from the contact of the hot metal on his skin, he screamed in agony.

Feeling that the metal wasn't hot enough, I placed it back into the fire and took the second one, this time I placed it on his neck. All he could do was scream and writhe as his hands and feet were tied up.

I replaced the spare and took the first one which had turned red already and with a single thrust, I pushed it into his other eye, adding more force to it, it bore a hole at the back of his head.

I watched him as he took his last breath before he d¡ed.

"This is not the mob to mess with, Clean this up" I ordered the men who were around as I walked out, half of my white shirt stain with blood.

I walked outside, pulled off my shirt and wiped my gloved hands with it before tossing it into a bin that was by the way. At that moment, I wasn't really myself anymore as I felt like something was missing inside me. I could feel my nerves and muscles beginning to tick and twitch in discomfort.

I hurriedly walked into the house and went up into my room, shutting the door, I lighted a cigarette and took a long inhale with my mouth, filling up my lungs with the hot air, my eyes went shut. I held it in for a while before slowly letting out the smoke. Repeating the same action for five to six times, I felt a little better.

I crushed the cigarette on an ashtray then stretched my hand and took a small container on my dressing table, opened it up and poured out the content, it was remaining only three tiny pills.

I threw them into my mouth and swallowed it without taking any water, tossing the empty container into the bin, I walked into the bathroom and had myself a long refreshing shower.

After what seemed like half an hour, I came out of the shower and got dressed for the 'date' I had with Isaac's daughter. I casted a glance at the digital clock on the wall and it read 07:10. I was still early.

Taking my time, I put back on my gloves, fixing the straps and making it tightly fitted, picked up my phone and left.

"Keys?" I opened my hand and one of the bouncers dropped the keys into my palm. I got into the car and drove off into the highway, taking my time, there was no need to rush. I finally arrived at the classy restaurant which was just before new Jersey, after a couple of minutes and it was 07:35pm.

She shouldn't really expect me to come on time though...I mean…

I walked in and immediately I spotted the girl that I was supposed to have dinner with.

From the look on her face, one would easily tell she was at the point of loosing hope as her eyes searched frantically, trying to look for me. Then, she finally saw me and I could see her exhale in relief.

I pulled out the chair opposite her and sat. She stared at me, I could see some glint in her eyes but she washed it off immediately.

"You're late.... what happened, I almost lost hope"

She said to me and earned silence in return.

There was no need to talk to her anyway, besides I was there to eat dinner and not to talk.

The Waiter came and we placed our order. seconds later, he came back with our orders and I dived in, relishing the delicious taste of the cuisine.

I knew that she was stealing glances at me and I cared less, I mean, I know I'm handsome so feel free to stare. She wasn't in any way attractive, tiny boobs and flat ass were only what she was able to aquire.

Done eating, I wiped my lips clean and stood up, l could tell she rushed hers and stood too, trying to catch up with me.

"Mario, wait! She called out as she held unto my arm. The contact sent sharp waves through my whole body, waves of irritation, though I was grateful for wearing a long sleeved shirt.

"Get your hand off me" I whispered through gritted teeth and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Sorry" she whispered but I left immediately, she should be at least grateful they I cleared the bills.

I honestly did not know why I was continuously being pushed into dates with some random girls.

I got home and went straight to bed. I just hoped Mr Isaac would be happy for me honouring his wish because I did.

**

The whole thing didn't end there, many other girls were pushed my way and sometimes I'll just use them and dump them.

Presently, Mrs Garry and Rachael visited.

I had no idea until I came down stairs and bumped into them.

That lazy afternoon, I was dressed in only a pair of trouser, I had a glass of alcohol in my right hand and a roll of cigarette in my other hand.

I came out of my room with disheveled hair and descended the stairs slowly, looking like a total bad boy, taking a sip from the glass, then a drag of smoke alternatively.

"Mario, here he ....comes" mom's voice trailed off with questioning eyes but as usual I cared less. I knew that she would be wondering what I was turning into.

I walked past them and sat on a couch at the corner, continuing with my business.

Mom sat at the other corner, talking with Mrs Monika who later left probably to use the convenience, then she and Rachael started talking.

"Racheal dear"

"Yes mom?"

"I want you to do me a favor, go and talk to Mario"

" Mom?, you know I can't, he won't talk to me"

"Just try at least, look at him, drinking.... And smoking... Please help me get him to start talking to you, who knows maybe something might strike up between you two "

" No mother, I can't!... It's not possible mom"

" Quiet! " Mom swung her hand and slapped Racheal a soft slap for saying it wasn't impossible.

" Use your mouth to proclaim good things child!.... Now go! "

Racheal took slow steps towards me and finally got to where I was.

"Hey Mario" her hand landed playfully on my right shoulder. I tilted my head and stared at her hand on my shoulder which fell off slowly.

"Um.... how are you" she asked.

I didn't say anything, opened my mouth and released the smoke I was holding in.

"What did she tell you?"

"She.... she told me to talk to you... "

" And?" I stood up from the couch.

" And to..." She trailed off.

" I hope you know what ever she said... is never going to happen " I cut her short not wanting to hear what ever it was, she moved her gaze over to look at my mom, then at me.

Just as she opened her mouth to say whatever, I also opened mine and blew out thick smoke, covering up her face as I walked out.

••••

Mario walked back to his room while Racheal stared at his receding figure, she knew the kind of person that Mario was and nothing would ever strike between the both of them. She sighed out as she returned back to tell Mrs Daniel that it wasn't successful, besides, she already had a boyfriend so she didn't even care.

Mario on the other hand went up into his room and shut the door. On sighting the ashtray, he smashed the cigarette on it, pulled open his drawer and rummaged through it, looking for his drugs then he remembered that he took the last one some days ago.

"Shit!" He cursed as he forcefully closed the drawer. His muscles and nerves were twitching, he badly wanted the drugs.

That moment, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in" he managed to keep a calm tone, the maid came in and bowed. "Lunch is ready sir" she muttered.

Mario turned around and stared at her with his dangerous pretty eyes. The maid looked up after waiting for a reply and got none. She found Mario staring at her, something was off about the stare, like he would eat her up the next moment.

She became scared though but deep down she wanted to stay for the adventure, the maids in their mansion all knew how hot their master's son was and they all wished for at least a one night stand with him.

Mario took slow predating steps towards her as she moved backwards, fear visible in her eyes. Her back hit the wall and she gasped.

"Strip" Mario ordered with his deep seductive voice. And just like she was charmed, she took off her clothes, stark naked before him. Staring at his bare chest already was doing wonders to her, making her wet already.

With his gloved hands, he spun her around, bending her over his dressing table, he pinned her both hands behind her as he drove his huge dick roughly into her from behind.

Her moans filled the room as Mario thrusted in with a fast rhythm, hitting her sweet spot, she screamed and moaned, her eyes rolling into her skull.

Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of her and came on the ground. He let go of her and she fell roughly to the floor, trying to regain her self.

"Clean this up" Mario tucked him self in and pulled up his trouser as he left.

**

"Why isn't he here yet and where is the maid?" Mario's mom, Mrs Maurice Daniel asked as she stared upstairs. If only she had listened attentively she would have heard the moans and screams.

Mr Pablo walked in that moment and he went straight to the dining room to join the others.

" Welcome honey" she greeted her husband who blew a kiss her way.

"Mrs Monika" he greeted her.

"Mr Pablo" she bowed a little.

"Honey ...what took you so long?" Mario got questioned by his mom as he descended the stairs.

" I was a bit busy.... dad you're home" Mario playfully ruffled his father's hair which earned him a hard glare from his father who had started eating.

Mario ignored every other person at the table and sat down to eat.

"Had a meeting with my old friend Fernando, turned out his son's wife had a baby, what a celebration" Mr Pablo said as he moved his gaze to Mario and it lingered on him for quite sometime.

Mario got the message well and he got pissed off, he decided to ignore him and continue with his food.

"I can tell Fernando's son really made him proud, unlike some other sons " Mr Pablo continued, giving a hard disapproving stare at Mario.

Mario couldn't ignore it any more, his cutleries made sounds as he dropped then in his plate, wiped his mouth with a napkin then stood up and left.

"Honey... are you done already?... come back and finish up...." Mrs Maurice tried to call him back but it was obvious that he had lost his appetite.

"Honey.... look what you've done, you made him leave" she scolded her husband.

"Let him leave... his mates are married and he's here eating, let him leave!" Pablo continued with his food.