Devil's Snare by Sruthionyx (open ebook TXT) 📗

Chapter 3- Rafael Cavallo

“The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite”- American Horror Story

Chapter 3- Rafael Cavallo

TAO Nightclub- The club is filled with music, drugs, and reeking of sex, a man in his late 20s walked over to the VIP section of the club into the most decorated room overlooking New York City, the man walked over to his Capo and whispered something into his capo’s ears. The Capo nodded his head looking down at the city, he loved standing above people, he loved to see the gap between rich and poor, much like any other billionaire on the planet.

The Capo wasn’t a model, but God knows he should’ve been one, with his Zeus-like height, titan-like shoulders, lush eyebrows, well-shaped nose, bow-like lips that always invited the opposite sex, dark hair so neatly done, his eyes resembling two blue pools of sapphires, and that muscular body resembling god Apollo, the man could even tempt a nun to sin. No one in their worst nightmares will think of this man as a murderer, but, as they say, the devil always came in a disguise.

“Did you inform brother of this, Silas?” asked Rafael Cavallo, “Si Capo, but he is with signora Maya, “saying this Silas left.

Victor and Rafael are twins, not identical, but one could say that they are the same person, from their mannerisms to their likes. They share everything from clothes to women, except for Maya who is off limits to Rafael, or was she?

Victor and Rafael are dangerous men with businesses to run. They know who will follow them until the end and whom to cut loose when they no longer serve a purpose for them. They are tough and respected in the business, and they support each other incredibly well, while Victor was the brains behind the tech company and a great tracker, Rafael was an architect and a great assassin. End of the day, they both share the businesses and profits.

Rafael smirked hearing Maya’s name, while he was deep in his thoughts, a girl walked over to Rafael, hoping to get him worked up, the woman swayed her hips and walked over to him, “you seem tense, let me relieve your stress”, saying this, the woman palmed his crotch, and started massaging it.

Rafael was hard, but being the psychopath that he is, he grabbed the woman’s hand, pulled out his gun, and put it in her panties saying “never touch me without my permission”, her horniness vanished into thin air and fear took over, the man smirked looking at the fear in her eyes said, “Aww!! What happened slut? afraid I am going to shoot this used pussy? you were brave a second ago trying to seduce me”.

The woman was terrified feeling her cover blown, the man pulled her hair back in a tight grip,  “did Marcel think sending a slut to seduce me will get the work done”? uttering this, he pulled his gun from her crotch, traced it along the length of her body and back to her pussy, “forget seducing me, I will fuck when I want to fuck, whom I want to fuck, don’t ever tell me what to do”, and shot the woman dead in her pussy.

The bullet went right through her body and came out of her head, spilling blood everywhere, he loved seeing people who cross him bleed and die, but shooting this woman in her pussy brought him some sort of twisted satisfaction. Pulling the gun out from her “Dumb whore”, he uttered handing it over to the man next to him to clean it.

The door opened when Marcel Blanc walked in with his gang; Marcel Blanc is the leader of the French Mafia Faucon de Nuit, which is a rival gang to Victor, and Rafael’s gang “Morte”. Looking at the dead woman Marcel sighed, “You’ve killed my best whore Rafael, do you have any idea how much she costs?”

Rafael chuckled, “please!!! if she is your best, I don’t want to know how the rest are”, Marcel walked over to Rafael, and took a seat opposite him, “we need to figure out a way to avoid each other’s paths”, this made Rafael chuckle, “you blasted one of our warehouses, Marcel, you used our manager against us.”

Marcel laughed out loud, “you figured that part out, I thought Victor would never, he is too whipped by that slut Maya’s pussy”, Rafael knew, but he was silent, he knew that was something he would never want to touch.

Rafael’s face hardened hearing him mention Maya’s name, he wanted to kill Marcel, but he knows it would cause more problems than solving them, “there is nothing to talk about Marcel, you crossed the line when you turned our employee against us, it is better if you stay off our path”, saying this he walked out of the club straightening his suit jacket. Marcel wanted to stop him, but he knew this was not the right time to show his power, he was in his territory, and he was well aware of the power both brothers held in the American mafia.

By the time he reached his car, the driver already opened the door for him, the sky was thundering, and soon it started pouring, the sky was restless, and so was his heart, he knew he needed to set things straight with his brother, but can he? What happens when he knows the truth, how hard of a rift is it going to cause in their lives?

Thinking this he reached home, and after showering, he stood in front of the mirror admiring himself, he knew of his appearance, he knew how much he attracted the opposite gender, he was more than a fine specimen, the kind charms people like as if a spell was cast on them, and he used that on people several times.

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