Mafia Marriage: Contracted by Mr Phantom

,Somewhere in a large mansion in the city of Cali, Valentina was seen pacing back and forth in her bedroom while El Rey sat still on her bed.

"Can you believe that failure! Simple instruction; go and get rid of the red haird girl but he goes and fucks everything up by shooting the wrong person. Now, l don't even know where the heck he is." Valentina fumed with anger.

"Calm down, darling. I'm sure it's not that big of a situation." El Rey consoled her. She stopped roaming in circles and looked at him, both her hands holding her waist. "You don't understand, do you?. If he gets caught, l'll be in deep shit. He'll spill the beans, and l can't even begin to imagine what the Headquarters will do to me once they find out that l sent an assassin that almost murdered a mafia clan lord. You know the rules. Such an act might lead to my execution." She said in a very worried voice, her face pale and frightened.

"Come on, loosen up. My boys will find the stupid assassin and deal with him before he spills anything." El Rey consoled her again, trying to calm her down.

"I hope you're right. " She responded with a sigh.

El Rey got up from the bed and walked to her, closing the gap between them. He then groped her fat butt cheeks and shook them a little as if feeling their softness, winning a moan from her mouth. The transparent lacy nightie she was wearing was doing a terrible job hiding her large titties because they were visible even though the room was dimly lit which made El Rey's libido rise to the rooftop.

He moved his hand slowly from her butt, caressing her back, and finally, he came to her face and touched her cheeks, planting a quick kiss on her, then looked at her in the eyes.

"Don't worry, babe. I'm here for you. And l will always support you, but.." He paused and intentionally rubbed his bulging boner against her body, which made her twitch in excitement. It was turning her on. "But don't kill the red haird bitch, okay." He added, and she looked at him with a confused expression.

"Why do you care?" She asked while moaning as he ran his left hand down her neck and all the way to her big boobs, touching her already erect nipples over the nightie.

"I want to use her." He whispered. "You know that l want to take over the Black Eagles, but to do that, l need her in my chess board as a pawn. I'll let you kill her once she's of no use to me." He pinched the hard nub of her nipple and she twitched in response.

"Oh.. that felt good." She relaxed her mind and concentrated on the sensual ecstatic feeling surging through her body. "You sexy mysterious bastard! You say you want to take over the Black Eagles, but you don't want to kill Carlos at once and take over the throne." Her voice came in gasps and moans.

He grabbed her nightie and

began pulling it out, revealing her chubby sexy body, her messy blonde hair making her look even more stunning. He leaned forward and softly licked her left nipple while caressing the right one with his left hand and his right hand exploring her body all the way down to her thighs. He knows how much she loves this three-way combo, and it always makes him dominate in the bedroom.

He pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her.

"Don't forget there's that brat, Lorenzo. If l kill Carlos, he'll take over since he's his younger brother, and if l kill him too, I'll become the top suspect. So l want my things to go smoothly, as l use them one by one in my chess board." He reached for her panty and slowly took it off, inhaling the musky scent from her sweet spot.

"You're very cautious, El Rey."

"I know... "He paused and leaned to her ear. "and I'm very horny too." He added in a whisper.

She let out a naughty giggle as she patted her legs widely apart, giving him the perfect view of her sweet spot. "Drill me up as much as you want." She grinned.

He grinned too in response and did what he knew best.

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The next day, Carlos got discharged from the hospital, and Tualic and a few of his men were waiting for him outside. He walked slowly, balanced by Camilla, and got inside the black jeep. Camilla got in, too, and sat on the back seat as Tualic started the car and drove off while the guards escoted them on another car.

"How are you feeling, boss." Tualic broke the silence.

"I'll be good in no time." He responded, and Camilla rolled her eyes. She has never seen a man as stubborn and egoistic as he is. He can't even admit that he's in so much pain.

"Well, at least that's good to hear, boss." Tualic responded. "About the man who shot you, I've found him. It wasn't easy tracking him down, but at-"

"Just tell me where he is." Carlos cuts him off.

"He's in your house in the basement, boss." Tualic replied in a wobbly voice.

He only clicked his tongue in response and rested on his seat. Camilla just remained quiet in the back seat until they arrived at the mansion. As usual, the guards saluted him when he walked out.

He limped all the way to the basement, and this time, he refused to even balance on anyone.

As he opened it, he saw a man, stripped naked and his hand and legs tied on different directions that made him remain standing, but wouldn't bend or sit down.

Carlos looked on the side and saw his clothes. Exactly the same denim jeans and the hooded black jacket he wore when he shot him. He felt anger building up inside him.

"We tried torturing him, boss, but he couldn't say a word." Tualic said.

Camilla was standing on the door, afraid to go and see whatever was going on inside, but she could hear everything from her point.

Carlos roughly grabbed the assassin by his chin, and made him stare at him in the face. "Who sent you?" He asked in a very deep voice that sent chills down the assassin's spine.

"I'm not telling you shit!" The assassin denied.

With a callous expression, Carlos stood up and brought out a flamethrower and switched it on, directing the flame close to the assassin.

"Are you ready to talk?" He asked.

"Kill me. I won't tell you shit."

He smirked and then directed the flame directly on the assassin as he screamed out loud, feeling his skin getting burnt. He switched his flamethrower off before the man died and asked the same question again, and the assassin nodded 'non'.

"Bring me a cryogun." He ordered, and Tualic quickly brought it and gave him.

He switched it on and directed it at the assassin as it released very cold gases that almost froze him.

He took his thrower again and burned the shit out of him. He repeatedly kept burning and icing the man until he finally decided to talk.

"It-its Mrs V.. Valentina." The assassin said weakly.

"Good." Carlos muttered and stomped the assassin on his burnt-to-a-crisp face, then took a pistol from Tualic and shot him five times in the head.

"Send his body to Valentina. She should know not to mess with me again." He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his hands.

Meanwhile, Camilla, who was standing by the door and listening to everything and how the assassin screamed as he got tortured by Carlos, felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She never knew he could be this ruthless. Suddenly, a phone started ringing on her pocket, which startled her as she remembered she had now had a phone. She answered it, and it was El Rey.

"Where are you?" He asked sternly.

"We- we're at home."She whispered so they wouldn't hear her talking.

"Did Carlos catch the one who shot him?." He asked.

"Yes, he did. I think he -"

"Camilla! What are you doing here?" Carlos's voice cut through her like a knife as she spun around, dropping her phone in fright. Her heart thundered on her chest, and she almost had a heart attack.

'When did he get behind me?' She couldn't help but ask herself. 'God... l hope he didn't hear me.' She prayed silently

Tbc