You must have a woman

Alessandro

“Spit it out,” I ordered while I tried hard to stay calm in the midst of chaos.

“Mm…Mmm Mmm…” The bastard kneeling in front of me uttered incoherent words and I lost it. He has been hoarding something important inside his mouth and since it was something he would be unable to swallow, he made sure to keep his mouth.

But I don’t have time for such games.

So, I faced the butler beside me and reached for the gun he deliciously presented on his gold tray.

With charisma in my action, I toyed with the weapon for some minutes. My eyes tinged with joy as I ran my fingers through the blackness of the gun and I began to feel the rush I hadn’t felt in weeks.

My impatient self faced the bastard and the fear in his eyes told me that I was already torturing him.

Of course, in the face of a deadly weapon, fear is only normal.

But you know what? I consider fear an annoying reaction.

People tremble in the worst ways when they are caught doing things they shouldn’t be doing and I find that h