TWENTY-THREE

Nick Ross

Sitting on my armchair in the judgment hall, I listen to the words of a member accusing one of our own of betraying our organization, something I do not tolerate. I observe the accused, Pietro, he was on his knees over the room, tied up like an animal and with his head down awaiting his sentence. The accuser opens a folder and from there takes the evidence and evidence that prove the betrayal. He gives the papers to the elders first to verify the evidence before passing it to me, it's another protocol, I also don't tolerate accusations without true evidence. While an elder checks it out, I adjust my posture and pull a Cuban cigar out of my jacket, light it and bring it to my mouth.

The papers arrive at my table, I review each paper carefully so as not to make any mistakes, meanwhile I cast a look at the accused, I see his scared eyes, he knows what he did and he obviously doesn't regret it. The evidence reveals a diversion of money from the organization to an account abroad, he wasn't just stealing from me like everyone else in the highest part of the pyramid, Pietro knew what the rules were, and he knew the consequences if he ended up being discovered, if he feared death he wouldn't have done. The one who accused him was my capo, Viktor González, he is responsible for almost 30% percent of the organization, all the weapons and illegal business he is in charge of, he is my right-hand man in the underworld.

— You know what you must do. — an elder speaks.

— We do not tolerate betrayals, the laws were made to be followed, bad luck for him to follow by greed. — another member speaks.

The room is silent waiting for my final word, I throw the papers on the table and say:

— We do not forgive betrayals, I do not tolerate that a member leaves with certain death without first suffering for his actions.

— What's the sentence?

— No food for four days, quench his thirst with dirty water, then bury him alive.

The elders agree with the punishment, the soldiers soon take the sentenced person to the dungeon. As soon as everyone leaves the room, satisfied with the traitor's judgment, I go to the office to find out how my little dove is doing. Kamilla was sitting in the kitchen staring at the wall, she was airy, thoughtful, probably remembering what we did at dawn today. She was mine, I took her virginity and I tasted that hot and untouchable pussy. Kamilla has been my obsession since the day I saw her at her old job, I don't know what that girl called my attention, her beauty? No.... I've had many beautiful women like her, there's something about her that attracts me, something natural and charming that lights her up, that girl is my downfall, and it affects me like shit.

At 7 pm I came home, I wanted to satisfy my sweet desire and have her in my bed all night, that's what I asked her to do, be mine tonight, but she didn't obey me, she went through, and it pissed me off to the extreme. I go to the office and access the cameras at her house, she was in front of the mirror getting ready to go out, I narrowed my eyes in annoyance, what does she think she is? Fuck me and hang out?

I followed her from the moment she left her house, she went to the same nightclub that I saved her one day, she was accompanied by a friend named Bianca. I watched her in the VIP area, she danced and drank until late at night, her friend had already left, she was alone, an easy target for the men she was already wanting.

I decided to wait, I watched what would happen that night when she traded the incredible sex we were going to have for a nightclub, if she thinks she is the owner of her own nose she is wrong, now she is in my life, she will know how to behave the way I want to, I'm being very cordial with her, but that's part of my plans, I want her fully committed to our future relationship. I keep watching her, even more so when she decided to dance with a man, that upset me, I got pissed, but I let her go as far as she would go so that she could finally take action. But right after the song ended she walked away, approached the bar, paid and left the club, the man who had danced with her was persistent, he knew he wasn't like the other one I killed, he has a tattoo on his forearm that shows being a member of human trafficking.

After rescuing her, I brought her to my house in order to have my reward, I let her take a shower quietly and went to the other room to take a shower, then I went to my office and called my capo, asked him to locate up the license plate of the vehicle I passed him, then I went back to the room. I had all the pleasure and desire in the world with my little doll, she surprised me with her words revealing that she wasn't very different from me, that girl shows innocence but loves strong and wild sex like we had, I made her come, check her eyes horny, explode and ask me for more, that was satisfying.

The next morning we had sex again before she left, then I went to the organization looking for Viktor González, I want to know what he had managed to find about what I asked for at dawn. As soon as I open his door, I see him in a not so nice situation, he was eating a woman from the brothel on the office table.

— That's what a fucking motel is for!— — I'm on my back waiting for him to get ready.

— Sorry, sir. — he scoffs.

— I don't pay you to fuck!

As soon as the woman leaves the office, I close the door.

— What are you doing here so early?— It shouldn't.... I don't know, are you having sex?

— I don't owe you explanations, Viktor. — I answer with ignorance. — Did you get what I asked for?—

— But of course, have I ever failed?

— You've only done your duty.

I grab the information papers on the man who tried to traffic Kamilla and leave his office.

— You are welcome! — Viktor screams.

In my office, I access the information that Viktor got for me. William Riker, 35 years old, he is a member of a human trafficking group, I met him because of his tattoo, he is in my city looking for women to sell on the deep web, I crumple the papers and throw them in the trash, my girl barely escaped becoming yourself a sex doll. With the location, I take my revolver and leave the office. In traffic, I follow the GPS to where he is staying, I parked the vehicle in front of an inn and I go to the lobby, I approach the reception and I pay attention to a woman with curly hair and I ask:

— Where can I find William Riker?

The woman looks at me hypnotized and replies:

— I'm sorry, but we don't have anyone staying under that name.

I run my tongue over my wet lips and I see her watching my movements, I take the photo of my coat and hand it to her.

— Be a good girl and tell me which room and floor this man is staying on.

— Be a good girl and tell me a number and a room where a

— Second floor, room number 22.

I go to the elevator and wait until I reach the floor, as soon as the doors open I walk to the number the woman had spoken, as I approached, I began to hear moans and sighs inside the room. I knock on the door already unlocking the gun and waiting for him to open, I hear the silence, then I hear the poor guy's voice.

— Who is it?

— Room service.... — I tune my voice.

— What?

— Fucking room service!

— No, I'm busy.

Without patience, I move away from the door and knock down the door of the want with a kick, he was on his back naked going to the bed where the bitch was, before she dared to scream I shot her in the head. Startled, he raises his hands and asks with a trembling voice:

— Who are you?

— The one who saved the woman from being trafficked. — I shoot at his knee, watching him fall to the ground.

— Please....

— You son of a bitch tried to get my wife!— I shoot him in the shoulder.

— I— I'm sorry, I was just doing my job!

— And I'm doing mine.

I aim at his head and shoot twice, his body falls to the ground and blood stains the floor, I lock the gun and put it back in my pocket, with a bloody shoe I approach a carpet, clean it and get out of that filth.