Carl's POV
Carl Bento was out in his huge pool, which was currently being used for a game for volleyball by eight very beautiful naked women. He snapped his fingers and a servant instantly bought a towel and a lit cigarrete. He leaned on the edge of the pool and rested his elbows and sighed. Life was good. He took a deep puff and let out the smoke. He looked at one of the women playing volleyball, and saw her graceful movements, as she arched her back to hit the ball. She noticed him staring at her and winked.Carl smiled as she came closer to him and kissed her on the lips. Carl Bento was a very handsome man, and attracted both men and women to him. And to say the least, he liked the attention of both. Undisputabley the king of London, every criminal itched to work with him.
He had hands on every illegal job known to man, and was well liked by the police as well, because he paid the police not to interfere in his matters or jobs. He basically bought them, and they were only too happy. Of course, he also had a lot of legit jobs. Almost every criminal, either a wannabe or a real worked for him, directly or indirectly.
The woman let a moan escape as Carl let his hands down her thighs. Carl kissed her again and winked at her, smiling.
He got out of the pool, letting his huge muscular physique show everyone to the world. The women bit their lips, staring at him. He took a towel and dried himself. He walked towards his palace like house and entered the garden. Six men were standing there, two on their knees, heavily blooded. Three guards stood there, and Carl recognised the fourth person. He smiled at him, and the man smiled back.
Twenty years ago, his sister had got pregnant, and she was just 16 back then. No one knew who the father was. Carl was only 14 back then, and he had already mindset that his sister wasn't going to get an abortion. The baby was born, Derrick Bento, and twenty years later, he joined his uncle's criminal enterprise.
Carl took another puff and passed it to Derrick. He took a deep puff, and let out a cloud in the air.
"So this one of the Ferreto brothers?" Carl asked, taking back the cigarrete.
"Mhm." Derrick replied.
Carl grabbed one of the bloodied men's hair and looked at him in the eye. There was no fear, no remorse. Carl smiled. He took a puff.
"What's your name?"
"None of your fucking business." The bloodied man stared at him.
Twenty years ago, his sister had got pregnant, and she was just 16 back then. No one knew who the father was. Carl was only 14 back then, and he had already mindset that his sister wasn't going to get an abortion. The baby was born, Derrick Bento, and twenty years later, he joined his uncle's criminal enterprise.
Carl took another puff and passed it to Derrick. He took a deep puff, and let out a cloud in the air.
"So this one of the Ferreto brothers?" Carl asked, taking back the cigarrete.
"Mhm." Derrick replied.
Carl grabbed one of the bloodied men's hair and looked at him in the eye. There was no fear, no remorse. Carl smiled. He took a puff.
"What's your name?"
"None of your fucking business." The bloodied man stared at him.
One of the guards punched him in the guts, making him puke out some blood.
Carl took Derrick's gun and shot the guard in the head.
The other guards stayed silent, as the dead guard slumped to the ground.
"I like you. If you hadn't messed up my business, I would have employed you."
The bloodied man laughed slowly. Carl waited for him to stop, and took another puff.
"Who would want to work with scum like you?" He said, shaking his head.
Carl laughed then, a real laugh, out loud. He moved with such speed, that Derrick didn't even realise what had happened. He had only heard a shuffle of feet and someone screaming.
Carl took his cigarrete and stuffed the burning part into the man's mouth. The man immediately screamed in pain. He kept screaming, as the burning became intense. Carl slapped him twice.
The other bloodied man immediately screamed.
"I want to work with you!"
Carl stared at him, no expression. He took a gun and shot the man. He shot the other man and cleaned his hands with his wet towel.
"Fuckers want to destroy my stuff and then want to work with me. The world is changing eh, Derrick? There are two more of the fucking Ferretos, right?"
Derrick nodded.
"Where are they?"
"In a bar in the city. They have trashed up the place."
"Let's go get them, shall we?" Carl smiled.
Carl took Derrick's gun and shot the guard in the head.
The other guards stayed silent, as the dead guard slumped to the ground.
"I like you. If you hadn't messed up my business, I would have employed you."
The bloodied man laughed slowly. Carl waited for him to stop, and took another puff.
"Who would want to work with scum like you?" He said, shaking his head.
Carl laughed then, a real laugh, out loud. He moved with such speed, that Derrick didn't even realise what had happened. He had only heard a shuffle of feet and someone screaming.
Carl took his cigarrete and stuffed the burning part into the man's mouth. The man immediately screamed in pain. He kept screaming, as the burning became intense. Carl slapped him twice.
The other bloodied man immediately screamed.
"I want to work with you!"
Carl stared at him, no expression. He took a gun and shot the man. He shot the other man and cleaned his hands with his wet towel.
"Fuckers want to destroy my stuff and then want to work with me. The world is changing eh, Derrick? There are two more of the fucking Ferretos, right?"
Derrick nodded.
"Where are they?"
"In a bar in the city. They have trashed up the place."
"Let's go get them, shall we?" Carl smiled.
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