Kidnapped By The Mafia Prince

Ambrose POV My guards encircled me as I sat on the chair in front of a chained man. He was being punished for his behavior because he had deceived us by giving my enemy sensitive information and I hate those who stab me in the back. Most of all I despise liars, I can put up with anything except lying. A glass of beer was filled and set on the table by the maid. I carried the glass in my hand and took a sip from it. I gave a stare at the man who was chained in front of me. "Ambrose!!, You can torture me all you want, he said but I am not going to tell you who did it. I am not going to reveal the name of the person. You can do whatever you want. I am not afraid of you." I said with a smile, "How silly you are!" As I looked into his eyes with a fake smile but full of anger inside me. As I am not getting what I wanted. "I admire your bravery, as you know who I am and what I can do, but still you want to be stubborn." I said in a cold tone. The man yelled, "I know who you are Ambrose, and I am not afraid of you" "You are not afraid now but soon you will be," I told him in a calm voice. "I will never, ever be terrified of you Ambrose, I repeat never," he said as he yelled and spat on the floor. What he did was enough to lose my temper. I got up from my chair and slapped him, making his cheeks red. I held him by his hair, "I am Ambrose Johnson, how dare you speak to me in that tone. You think I am going to take shit!!," I said in a loud voice while I gave him a death stare. The man started laughing loudly, this man wasn't terrified, there was no fear in his eyes. "I think it's time for me to show you who I really am". I said with a cold voice. I stood up, unbuttoned the long sleeve of my shirt and folded it upwards. I knelt on my one knee in front of him and drew my face close to his so he could stare into my eyes. I had complete rage in my eyes and I could see the fear on his face as he gazed into mine. I caught his neck and said, "Look at me, now tell me are you not terrified of me??," I questioned him as he tried to avoid looking at me. "Don't play these dumb games with me Ambrose," the man said softly. "I know you're scared of me," I exclaimed with a devilish grin on my face. "Would you like to know what I am going to do next," I questioned him with a small smile. "No I don't!" He said with fear in his tone. I ordered my men to switch on the button where a hidden door opened automatically. There in a cage was my pet tiger. I told him that I would put him in the cage where the tiger would chew off his bones after having his flesh. "You are going to be my tigers dinner!!," I said. "Why don't you just kill me Ambrose!!," He said, his body shivering. "I want it to be exciting," I added. "I tried talking to you in a polite way but I don't think it worked. So let's have it this way. I ordered my men to drag him towards the cage. "Ambrose, why don't you just stab me or shoot me??," He cried. I could see fear in his eyes, and I loved that. "I am not going to stab you or shoot you, but I am going to torture you. It will be nice to see you suffering bit by bit. My pet will play with you and tear you up slowly." "Ambrose, don't do this please!!, I beg you!!. Ambrose don't do this!," He cried begging for mercy. "Well you asked for this, you are very stubborn. You dared to talk to me in a rude way and you yelled at me. You have taken advantage of my politeness. I tried being good to you. Till now I have not tortured you. You don't know how people are tortured here. I will give you an hour, think thoroughly if you wanna die or you want to give me the answers to my questions. The choice is yours," I turned towards my guards, "Tie him up," I ordered them. "If this man tries to misbehave, throw him in the cage," I said. My man asked, "Boss what are you trying to do??Will he speak up by doing so??," "I want to torture him mentally, keep a close watch on him," I ordered them. "Yes boss," I left the room and walked towards the bar, I sat there with a glass of beer. There were so many thoughts going on in my head. I am Ambrose Johnson, the mafia prince. My father is the king of the mafia and I am the heir to his throne. However this was never my wish. I always wanted to make my own name. I never wished to join my father's business. I was forced into this business by my father. He turned me into a completely different person. I lost myself because of him. There was only bitterness in my life, my parents were living their own life. My mother was having an affair because my father couldn't give her the time that she needed. My father has many mistresses. I was nowhere in their lives, there was only loneliness inside me. There was only pain and suffering, other children living happily with their parents, everyone had a family but I had no family. What I could only hear was arguing, fighting, yelling at each other. This is all I saw in my childhood. There was no place for love, I just hated that word love. Sometimes I was bullied by other children and I had nobody whom I could share my worries with. In this tough world I decided to make myself tough. Nobody has ever seen me but they know my name. They refer me as the devil prince, I have been successful in putting terror in people's mind. No one knows how I look, I have always masked myself. My identity is a secret to the world. I have to obey my father and do as he wants. You can say I am just like his puppet. He has his own rules. I have my own mansion so that I can stay freely. Girls are only a toy to me. Suddenly I a heard a voice behind me "Boss, boss," I turned to face him, "yes what is it??," I questioned him. My men came close to me and said,"We have brought her as you ordered us," "Take her to my room," I said. "Yes boss," After a while I was a little drunk, so I headed towards my room. I sat on the couch. A beautiful girl entered the room. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a black lace dress which exposed her upper breasts. Her hair was tied into a bun with some curls falling on her face. Her long legs were covered with stockings. She looked at me and smiled. Then she headed towards the small bar in the room. She filled the glass with whiskey and she added some ice cubes in it. She walked towards me and sat on my lap as she handed me the glass. She slowly delicately put her fingers on my lips trying to seduce me. She unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing my neck and chest. I kept the glass on the table and caught her tightly by her hip and smooched her. I was aroused by her, she moved down and unbuttoned my jeans to make it easy for her I removed my pants. She took my dick in her mouth and started giving me a blow job. It was such a pleasure which can't be explained. She looked at me and said, "Are you enjoying sir?," she questioned me. "Just continue what you're doing," I Said. "Yes sir," she replied. She was also enjoying sucking me, I grabbed her hair tightly and she increased her speed. Her mouth was full with my cumm, she removed her lace top. Her boobs were round and mesmerizing. I squeezed it with both my hands. My hands were full with it. I lifted and threw her on my bed and started sucking her tits. I came down and slid off her lace panty slowly down. I removed it from her leg and threw it at the other end of the bed. I spread her legs and started licking her cunt and my hands were massaging her breasts while I licked it. She was moaning loudly with pleasure, I turned her and put my dick in her anal and started fvcking her hard, she was moaning. It was hard like stone, I then put it in her vagina and started to fvck her harder. She moaned and moaned. She cried in pain as I hit her harder. I bit her nipples while she cried in pain. She couldn't take it. I continued till I was satisfied. I threw the money, "Take it and leave," I said. She could barely walk as she left. Though I had all the satisfaction with beautiful girls which a man would want to have but still I was not satisfied. There was something missing. I took out my cigar and smoked for a while, finding myself very lonely. I was lost in my thoughts, I wore my clothes and headed towards the living area. Jeremiah was already present there. He walked towards me and said, "Sir when are you going to return to the company?, I got a call from your dad asking about you," "If he calls you back, tell him not to bother me, I just need some time for myself. "Sir your dad wants to meet you, what should I tell him??," He questioned me. "I am just a servant, he will kill me if I don't reply," he added. "Jeremiah you are not only my driver but my assistant and also my bodyguard. I trust you the most. There is nobody as close as you to me. I know you are very loyal to me. You know the in and out of me, there is nothing about me which is hidden from you. I can trust you with any work. You know the relationship between me and my father. I really need some time, I am doing something which my heart doesn't permit. My father is very ambitious; he wants to fulfill all his ambitions through me. As he is getting older now he doesn't want to lose his power, so he is just using me as a puppet and I cannot say no to him." I said. "Sir, but how long are you going to do this??You can't run away from the situation. You have to face the truth. You have to meet your father and find a solution." Jeremiah said. "There is no solution to my problem, my dad will never understand anything. He wants everything in his way. His only ambition is power. To get that he can go to any extent, I don't know whether he even takes me as his son. I am just a puppet.