WILD HEART

DESPIADADO

"Oh, My…." His lay for the night whimpered, bent on her knees and arms as he pounded into her. She arched her head back as he went deeper but Zayan smashed her face into the pillow, though the woman had nice curves Zayan could care less, she was available and he needed release.

He quickened his pace pounding faster, he growled reaching his climax pulling out at the last moment and spurting his seeds on her thick ass as she slumped on the bed reaching her high. Breathing for a few seconds he rolled off her and bent down to grab his dress pants. That was all, he f****d and continued his life, sleeping next to his lay or doing cuddling s**t was never his thing.

In the background, he could hear her panting hard making him smirk knowing she wouldn't be able to breathe properly for the next few minutes, he had f****d her enough.

"Get dressed and leave!" He ordered in a cold voice making the woman shiver in her place and jump to a sitting position stabilizing herself. She peeked at him through his eyelashes, ogling his tatted body but one look from him, she hurriedly grabbed her clothes from the floor without saying a thing. Her blonde hair was all over the place, her excuse of a dress slanted and her make-up smudged.

He must admit that her body could be a dream for any man but for him, it was a one-time thing, he was never going to f**k her again.

"w***e" Zayan scoffed, placing a cigar between his lips, igniting it.

"You will get paid at the door!" Zayan scorned, she might be a stripper or what but he always paid them for their services.

The woman bowed her head at him leaving the room abruptly, any woman brought to him was taught either by Mir or his bodyguard Noam -to never do or say a single thing unless Zayan asks them.

Just as the door of his hotel room closed, he turned around shrugging his shirt from earlier leaving it unbuttoned. He turned to gaze at the sky, releasing puffs of his cigar when a knock was heard.

"Come in!" He ordered still watching outside the window.

"Boss, there is a call for you," Noam informed, holding his cell phone.

"Who is it?"

"Mir!" Noam answered in monotone not looking him in the eye.

Zayan tossed his cigar in the dustbin nearby and grabbed his phone answering it.

"It must be something important Mir!" Zayan said buttoning his shirt with one hand.

"No, I had an urge to wake up in the middle of the night and inquire how your f*****g session was, Boss!" Mir said sarcastically in a groggy tone.  If he wasn't his assistant or second in command, Zayan would surely rip his head for talking back to him.

"What fun, my animal side was begging for release!"  Zayan smirked, 

"If you are done, we have something serious to look over boss!". Zayan could hear the shuffling behind him as well as Nina's - his wife's muttering.

But just by Mir's irritated voice, he knew something was wrong. That was part of his messed up life.

"What happened!" Zayan asked as he wore his black blazer walking out of his hotel room with Noam close behind. 

"Our cargo plane carrying the weapon shipment that was supposed to reach here in a few days was destroyed along with a few of our men!" 

"WHAT!!!!" Zayan fumed, storming out of the elevator, the staff in the lobby all looking at the ground showing their respect.

"How the f**k did it happen!"

"The one and only Miguel Gonsalez!" Mir announced.

Zayan gripped his phone in a deathly manner, Noam behind him opening the door to his maroon Toyota Rolls Royce as he sat inside with Noam sitting in the front with his driver Keyan that was also trained as a bodyguard.

"That man is not going to rest till I shred him into pieces and feed them to piranhas!" 

"You can do that later, first you need to come to the warehouse. That bastard sent one of his men to you with a message!" Mir informed in a grudging tone.

"I will be there, don't do anything to him. Leave him for me!" Zayan seethed, tossing his phone on the seat.

"To the warehouse Keyan!" 

"Boss!" He responded as the car sped through the empty road.

Zayan rubbed his forehead that was going to burst any moment with the fury and agitation.

That's was the reason he stayed away from the Mafia world, it did bring a lot of power but it also gives some idiots idea that could have my head as trophies and win over my wealth and empire. Though many of his enemies have learned their position and realized that the day they stood in front of Zayan Orsini would be the day they registered their own death.

But still, there was an i***t who was willing to die if it meant having the head of Zayan Orsini and that i***t was Miguel Gonsalez. His biggest rival and a cartel leader.

He wanted Zayan to have a partnership with him in his business and cartel but Zayan refused him blatantly because no matter how cruel and merciless he was, he wasn't into taking the lives of innocent people or doing trafficking business. He only tortured those who had wronged or betrayed him. Those people who were enemies to people themselves.

He thought once to take over the mafia world but every time he tried to kill someone innocent even a woman, the face of his father reflected before his eyes making him retract. He made rules and always made sure to abide by them.

From that day, Miguel became his biggest enemy. Always trying to get in his business or work, stealing his blueprints or destroying his shipments and the unnerving thing for Zayan was he always managed to escape from his hold. 

"Boss?" Noam's voice broke his thoughts, opening the door to his side.

"We are here!" He informed as Zayan looked around the deserted place with a medium-sized building at the end.

"Let's get this over with!" Zayan seethed striding towards the building.