The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5) - Page 30

I looked down at my own limp dick. It appeared I was just as whipped.

My gaze followed the girls as they danced around Abram, giving him all the attention. He was soaking it all up.

Time passed, and the girls stripped, teasing and playing the perfect seductress.

The curvy one climbed over Abram’s lap and was now practically humping him while he took several strong hits on his pipe. When he exhaled, a pungent smell filled the room. I could tell it was really good shit. Especially when Abram looked like he was in some other world right now. Happy and hazy.

Never let your guard down in the enemy’s cave. And that was exactly what Abram just did.

Alessio lighted his cigar and watched the scene as he inhaled and then exhaled a puff of smoke. He left that shit between his lips and draped an arm on the back on the couch, observing and tracking his victim.

I downed another glass of whiskey while the music continued, the dancing continued…it probably became exhausting for the girls. The blonde one, who was topless now with only her G-string on, fell to her knees in front of Abram. She masterfully rubbed her hands over his crotch, and he threw his head back. He looked like he was about to come in his pants, like a fucking teenage boy.

“How about we sign a contract for another five years of partnership?” Alessio spoke over the music after some time.

Confused, I looked back at him, but his focus was still on the other man. Sign another contract for another five years? What the fuck was he thinking?

I thought Alessio brought Abram here to…

What the fuck?

It got Abram off guard for a second, but then he was nodding eagerly.

Nikolay came forward with some papers and handed them to Abram.

“Girls. You can leave now,” Alessio commanded. His voice was sharp, almost harsh. Deadly with no room for argument.

Both women quickly walked out of the room while Abram studied the paper in his hands. His body froze, and he slowly lifted his head up. I saw nervousness…and then fear.

“What is…this?” he said slowly.

Alessio chuckled loudly. “Numbers. I’m sure you can read,” he drawled.

Numbers?

After a second, realization dawned on me. And then I smirked knowingly. So Alessio did get the message I sent him a few days ago.

I had done some digging on Abram. His partnership with Valentin and Carlos. And how he was trying to play Alessio.

“These are wrong.” He was quick to defend himself. His voice shook with tremors.

Alessio tsked. “Numbers are never wrong. They don’t lie. And whoever I hired to check over these, they never make mistakes.”

Abram swallowed nervously, and he looked toward the door, thinking of his escape. Too late, shithead. His man stepped forward, now sensing the mood change, but Nikolay blocked his path.

Silence filled the room. The atmosphere changed, becoming more chilled. Fear now saturated the air.

“Do you know who lies?” Alessio asked, his voice deadly cold now. “The ones trying to play games. You.”

Abram seemed shaken, and he was now trembling. “I…this…is wrong. I didn’t do this. I wouldn’t steal from you, Boss.”

Death laughed. “You stole and lied.”

And that he did. Abram was sending us second-level drugs. Solonik got the best and finest—weed, cocaine, anything out there, name it.

Not only that, he was selling our shit for higher prices, and when he inputted his numbers on paper, he put down less, taking a bigger percentage for himself.

Basically, over the last five years, Abram had stolen more than a few million from us.

Alessio was angry. He was vicious. But that wasn’t exactly what drove him to the point of insanity.

No, the other part was much bigger.

Abram’s shoulders tensed, and he went to stand up. His man tried to take another step forward, but he didn’t get far.

Nikolay was quick. He was so swift, we could have easily missed it. He had taken his knife out of his pocket in half a second, and the next second, he had the man pinned to the wall with the knife stuck in his throat. It was an easy death.

Nikolay stepped back from the bloody mess. The man wordlessly and lifelessly fell to the floor. Now, Abram was alone.

His wild, fearful eyes told us he knew he was trapped.

“You know, I could have maybe forgiven you for stealing and lying to me,” Alessio started, slowly sitting forward now. He took another blow of his cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling into Abram’s face. “I could have even forgiven you for betraying me. For being a traitor and siding with Solonik.”

He stood up from his seat and walked toward Abram. I stayed seated, enjoying the fucking show. I’d get my chance later.

Our plaything tried to escape, but Nikolay was already behind him. He grabbed Abram by the shoulder and held him in place. Alessio, being the sadist, took a knife from his own pocket. He liked to play with his victims. But I could tell, today he was slightly impatient.

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