A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

“I thought I was fucking Marisa? How did blade get here? When did she even get here?” Alejandro thought to himself as he glanced around the room in confusion.

“That was intense, Alejandro,” Blade said, still smiling on the bed.

Alejandro stood there, staring at Blade with a perplexed expression. Then it dawned on him that he had been intimate with her. The realization made him so angry that the shocked expression on his face instantly transformed into an angry one.

“What the fuck are you doing on my bed, Blade? And why are you naked?” Alejandro yelled, his deep voice filled with anger. Even though he had already figured out what happened, he needed confirmation from her, not wanting to believe that he had sex with her and not Marisa.

Blade was taken aback and confused by Alejandro’s sudden angry outburst. She slowly sat up in the bed, keeping her eyes fixed on him as her feet touched the cool tiled floor.

“I asked you a question, Blade!” Alejandro yelled, and she nearly flinched. “Why are you in my room, and why are you naked?”

Blade cautiously got up from the bed and tried to calm the situation by saying, “Alejandro, let’s talk about this calmly.”

But Alejandro’s anger only escalated. He snapped, “Don’t tell me to calm down!” His fury filled the room as he moved closer to Blade.

In the heat of the moment, Blade couldn’t hold back and exclaimed, “You initiated the sex when I came to your room to check on you. I didn’t force you!” Her words were filled with anger, but they only seemed to infuriate Alejandro further.

Regret washed over Blade as she saw the mix of emotions on Alejandro’s face: anger, hurt, and disbelief. Alejandro shot Blade a fierce, threatening look, and he had a strong urge to react violently, but he managed to control himself.

“Put on your fucking clothes and leave my room right now,” he ordered, his voice stern, then turned to peer out the window.

Blade stood there for a moment, puzzled by the abrupt change in Alejandro’s demeanor as she started getting dressed. It was confusing; they had just been intimate moments ago, and now he was furious about it.

Once Blade was fully dressed, she quietly walked over to the door without saying anything.

However, just as she was about to open the door, Alejandro’s words stopped her in her tracks. “And don’t forget to take birth control. I swear, I’ll fucking kill you if you get pregnant for me.”

Blade paused briefly, her gaze fixed on Alejandro, then continued to open the door. But when she did, she found someone already on the other side. The door swung open, revealing Alexandro, Alejandro’s brother.

“Good afternoon, Alex,” Blade greeted, but her presence in Alejandro’s room left Alexandro wondering. She moved aside to let Alexandro in and after Alexandro stepped in, she left, closing the door behind her.

Alexandro’s eyes fell on Alejandro, who was standing naked by the window. A quick look told him that Alejandro and Blade had been intimate. But Alexandro knew his brother well enough to doubt that Alejandro had willingly been involved with Blade. His curiosity was sparked as he wondered about the circumstances that led to this passionate encounter between his brother and their childhood friend.

“Bro, how did you end up fucking Blade?” Alexandro asked as he approached Alejandro.

Alejandro didn’t give him a response. Instead he walked away from the window and went to pick up a golden box of cigarette which was laying on a desk. He removed a stick of cigarette from the box and lit it up with a lighter.

“Alejandro, I asked you a damb question. How did you and Blade end up having sex?” He persisted, and Alejandro’s frustration grew apparent.

“Stop asking me that fucking question because I don’t fucking know!” Alejandro punched the nearest wall in both frustration and anger.

Alexandro recoiled slightly at Alejandro’s outburst. He could sense his brother’s agitation and knew better than to push further.

After a few moments of tense silence, Alejandro took a deep drag from his cigarette, trying to regain his composure. The smoke swirled around him, a temporary shield from the barrage of questions and confusion.

Alexandro, choosing his words carefully, finally spoke, “Alright, Alejandro, I get it. I won’t press you further. But if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here, bro.”

“I think I’m going crazy,” Alejandro finally admitted, ruffling his dark hair in frustration. “And it’s all because of one person.”

“And who could that be?” Alexandro asked, curiously.

“I don’t know.” Alejandro replied, avoiding his brother’s question. Alexandro watched as Alejandro dressed up, and he couldn’t help but wonder what his brother was hiding from him.

Alejandro finished dressing up within a minute. He was now putting on a black tailored suit which fitted him perfectly. He picked up his favorite handgun and tucked it beneath his suit before walking out of the room.

His face was marred by a cold, emotionless expression as he strode purposefully towards the computer lab. His mind was consumed by the recent encounter with Blade, and he struggled to come to terms with the fact that he had engaged in a sexual encounter with her. The more he dwelled on the situation, the more it fueled his anger, although he somehow managed to restrain his anger.

After what felt like an eternity, he eventually arrived at the computer lab, a journey that had taken nearly two whole minutes. As he approached, the lab’s doors effortlessly slid open, their facial recognition system granting him entry. With an air of regal authority, he stepped inside the lab, exuding the confidence of a true boss.

The computer lab was a big, well-lit room with a modern and simple look. The walls had large screens displaying complex data and cool computer models. It looked high-tech and comfortable. The lab was very large, with rows of computer setups all neatly arranged in a grid. Each computer was top-notch, with big screens and comfy chairs.

Inside the lab, there were many computer experts; about fifty. They were spread around the room, and they all had their own jobs and skills. They were really focused on what they were doing, and their faces were lit up by their computer screens. It was like they were in a trance, working hard on their tasks. You could hear the soft sounds of computers and the clicking of mice and keyboards.

Alejandro’s gaze wandered to the room’s center, where Stacey, the head of the computer experts, was busy at her workstation. She had a serious look on her face as she was busy operating about four computers simultaneously like the expert she was.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Stacey immediately rose from her seat when she saw Alejandro approaching her.

“Good afternoon, boss.” She greeted, bowing her head as a sign of respect. Alejandro simply nodded, and he brought out his phone.

“I need you to get me the address of this lady.” Alejandro said as he showed Stacey a picture of Marisa.

Stacey swiftly opened her favorite sleek black laptop and began typing with remarkable speed. Her fingers danced across the keyboard as lines of code and queries flew across the screen. In a matter of mere seconds, she had the address of Marisa displayed on her screen.

Turning towards Alejandro, Stacey respectfully relayed the information. “I’ve found her address, boss” she said, her tone calm and professional. “She’s located at the 25th house in Broadway street. Is there anything else you need, boss?”

Alejandro contemplated whether he should ask Stacey the question that had been troubling him. Stacey was one of the few people he trusted, and she was more sensible than most of the members in the gang, so she’d be in the best position to answer his question.

Alejandro finally mustered the courage to address the nagging question that had been troubling him. He asked Stacey, “Stacey, a little while ago, I had sex with Blade, but to my surprise, I was under the impression I was with someone entirely different. While I was having sex with Blade, I found myself envisioning a different lady’s face instead of Blade’s. Can you explain what might have caused this confusing situation? Am I losing going insane?”

“Don’t worry, boss, you’re not going insane. I’ve read a lot about this type of situation, and it’s quite common among men.” Stacey replied with an assuring smile, then she began explaining.

“The reason why you saw another lady’s face instead of Blade’s while having sex with her is simply because you were thinking so much about that other lady. Your excessive thoughts about the other lady occupied your mind and, in turn, affected your brain to some extent. As a result, your brain created an image of that lady and replaced Blade’s image, leading you to believe you were having sex with her and not Blade. In summary, your brain was influenced by your intense thoughts. You were thinking about that lady more than you should have, and this affected your brain, causing the confusion.” Stacey concluded her explanation.

“So, you mean what happened is because I was thinking a lot about the other lady?” Alejandro asked.

“Yes, boss,” Stacey replied. “This situation usually occur when a man is deeply obsessed with a woman. Obsession is the main cause of what happened to you, boss. You couldn’t stop thinking about that lady, and it resulted into what transpired between you and Blade.”

“Oh, I see.” Alejandro nodded. “Have you gotten a lead on Salvador’s location?”

“Not yet, boss. We are still doing our best to track him down, and I assure you that we’ll get his location before the end of this week.” Stacey replied with a reassuring smile.

“Alright. Continue doing your job and inform me once you have a lead.” Alejandro said before turning around, then he walked out of the lab.

As Alejandro left the lab, he couldn’t shake off the words Stacey had said, which kept echoing in his mind:

“This situation usually occur when a man is deeply obsessed with a woman. Obsession is the main cause of what happened to you, boss. You couldn’t stop thinking about that lady, and it resulted into what transpired between you and Blade.”

As he walked down the hallway, Alejandro couldn’t help but question himself. “Could I really be obsessed with Marisa?” he wondered. “No, it doesn’t make sense. I can’t be obsessed with someone I only had a brief encounter with.”

But a nagging voice in his head contradicted him, whispering, “Yes, you are obsessed with her.”

Alejandro argued back, saying, “No, I’m not.”

But that inner voice persisted, “Yes, you are. Your actions prove it. You instructed one of your men to keep tabs on her, even stalking her. And you got angry when you saw the picture of her with another man. Your obsession with her led to what happened between you and Blade. You’re obsessed, Alejandro. You’re obsessed with Marisa!”

“Just shut the fuck up!” Alejandro yelled in frustration, catching the attention of the men in the hallway. But they immediately took their gazes off him, fearing that they might get shot or punished.

With a mix of irritation and anger, Alejandro couldn’t help but scoff, and he continued walking. Suddenly, a crucial memory surged to the forefront of his mind. He had given a clear task to one of his men – keep an eye on Marisa. Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, dialed the contact he needed.

“Have you taken care of the bastard who was with Marisa at the hospital?” Alejandro asked, his voice dripping with authority.

The voice on the other end of the line quivered with fear. “No, boss. He got away before I could do it.”

This response only fueled Alejandro’s anger. He pressed on, his concern now shifting to Marisa, “What about Marisa? Is she still at the hospital?”

“No, boss. She left with her son,” came the anxious reply.

Alejandro wasted no time. “Return to the empire immediately,” he ordered, ending the call. His mind drifted off to Marisa and decided to pay her a visit since he had her address already.

As he left the building, he encountered his right-hand man, Bruno, giving orders to some mobsters. Everyone displayed respect and deference at the mere sight of Alejandro.

“Bruno, prepare the car. We need to go somewhere,” Alejandro instructed. Bruno promptly fetched the key to a luxurious Lamborghini and led Alejandro to the car shed. Alejandro settled into the backseat, and Bruno closed the door, sealing Alejandro’s presence in the opulent vehicle.

“Where are we heading, boss?” Bruno asked.

Alejandro checked Marisa’s address on his phone and replied, “The 25th house on Broadway Street.”

With a nod of understanding, Bruno revved the engine, and they sped away from the compound.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Alejandro, his identical twin, Alexandro, watched from his room window. He observed the departure of the Lamborghini with growing curiosity and concern. “Where are you going, Alejandro? What are you keeping from me? And what in the world are you up to?”