FOURTEEN

Nick Ross

I'm sitting in my armchair at the office reviewing the papers for my newest business, yet another brothel has opened in Egypt, there I have countless businesses besides the traffic that rolls loose across the country. I note the high levels of meth and heroin, they are high, it reveals that sales are excellent and profits are going directly to my account, I give a brief satisfied smile. I pick up my pen and sign the ordeal to get more drugs shipped into the country, expanding my business is making me piles of cash.

I stare at my monitor, watch the security cameras that are focused inside my organization, known as the underworld, there I create lethal weapons and the most good and fresh drugs in the world. Weapons and drugs are sold and shipped to other countries, where they resell to drug factions in small towns. I am king of a criminal organization located in Costa Rica, in addition to leading members of this world I am a businessman, my last name Ross is the brand and signs of several luxury hotels, being just a businessman does not suit me it is just a facade so that the police do not interfere in my real business.

I started getting involved with the world of crime when I turned 15, my parents were drug addicts, and I was always running out of money, we were hungry and I didn't accept that life. I was already hard on them, I didn't feel emotional love with any of them, so I started from the bottom in the organization, taking orders, participating in small robberies, everything. I went up the pyramid as time went by, I was never caught by the police, I followed orders, I tried to reach my goals to get out of the hole. Many were afraid of giving themselves up to the organization and ending up dead, but not me, I threw myself into the organization and with that sacrifice and determination, today I am a leader, the elders saw a great future and prosperity with the leadership in my hands, no they were wrong.

For a decade the police have been trying to find out the real identity, but until today they haven't found out, and they have no idea who it is, not even half of the organization has seen me. In those years I learned not to trust anyone, I was always suspicious and very smart with those who work for me, I don't forgive betrayal, whoever commits it is tortured and sentenced in front of all the elders, after being killed, the body is hung in the center of the underworld for a day as a warning to those who dare to betray me. A decade living the life I wanted so much, I've lain down beside beautiful women, one more delicious than the other, from the darkest to the blonde. One of them was Cassandra, my wife, who is now dead.

I got tired a few years ago, months later we had a son, Erick Ross. She was a very beautiful woman, but even though I was married to the woman considered the most beautiful in all of Costa Rica, she didn't lock me in her bed. Cassandra was always a jealous woman, wanting to hold me because we were married, she said she loved me and everything. But from the beginning I got married for status, she was from a very influential family in business, everything was nothing more than a scheme that needed to be sealed through marriage. From the beginning I showed her what her role in my life would be, she didn't add anything to me, I discarded her when she was already expecting my son. Cassandra knew that I already slept with other women, I was already fed up with the excess of jealousy that she felt, so when she had my son, I asked them to put an end to her.

Erick is a needy child, he always asked me about his mother, he was a boy who didn't have many friends. When he turned five he convinced me to take him to a soccer arena, that's where I met my sweet new fun, Kamilla Lopez. Even in a shabby uniform, she had a body and a divine beauty, she seemed to have an innocent look and quite shy, those emeralds in her eyes caught my attention, hypnotized me, with that, for weeks I've been tracing her life, choosing her next step and now, she finds herself working for me, babysitting my son. I've never been so fascinated by a woman like this, I've planned everything for her to become a nanny and live on my property, little by little, I'll have her in my bed, I want such an intense delivery of body and soul, I want that woman, heavens ... As I want.

In the last few weeks I researched a lot about Kamilla's life, I had no idea that she was only 19 years old and that she was living at the age of 50, she didn't have boyfriends, she went back and forth to work, she didn't have many friendships with men, maybe she didn't have an active sex life. That nymphet made me kill two men for her, they tried to touch what I've been dying to have for weeks, the first was the one in the nightclub, at the same moment I saw that bastard almost possess what I want so much I killed him without thinking about his presence, I knew she wouldn't remember, the other was her boss, I killed him and left everything indicating that it was suicide.

I hear knocks on the door, I straighten my posture and order them to come in, then I hear the voice of Morgana, the housekeeper.

— Sorry to bother you, sir.

— Speak.

— The young lady has just been delivered to your residence.

— Excellent.

— Should I prepare the guest room?

— Not yet, she could discover my plans and I don't want to take the risk.

She closes the door and I access the camera I put in her house a few days ago. I watch her walk around the house with a fur ball in her hands, she places the animal on the bed and puts her bag on top of a chair, she starts walking towards the bathroom and takes off her clothes, I admire those full, round breasts, I play my back leaning against the armchair, I open my pants and take out my dick that was already hard. Kamilla looks in the mirror and presses her huge buttons, slides her hands to her intimacy, stimulating her clitoris, she covers her mouth so as not to omit the sound of her moans. I massage my cock making it harder and more powerful, it throbs and drips the pre-cum that comes out of my head, I start masturbating, I feel like a teenager for being in the situation I find myself in, heavens.... I need to have this Goddess as much as I can before, or I'll go crazy.

After cumming and fixing my pants I leave the office and go up the stairs, I go directly to the bathroom and get rid of my clothes, completely naked I start my cold shower while I remember that spine and those round breasts, I imagine when she gets several I slap my hand and see her skin red, I see I'm hard again, my steady mood changes and the punch looks enraged. I've never felt so needy for a pussy, I've tried sleeping with others over the weeks, but while I'm fucking them from behind, she's the one that comes to my mind, I'll have that girl, she's going to give me her soul, she's going to explode with orgasms underneath of me, I'll transform her, if I want her, I'll have her.