"You can't be serious!" I snapped in anger, smashing the glass on the floor.

"I'm damn serious. You are getting married to Mia, and that's final." My father barked in response before storming out of the room.

"Cristiano-"

"Fucking get lost, Matilda!" I snapped my neck towards her, shooting her a cold stare. She flinched back in fear before nodding and running out of the room, obviously to go complain to my father about me again, not like I fucking care.

Matilda was my stepmother. She got married to my father after the death of my mother. She was my mother's sister and my favorite aunty until she betrayed my mother's trust. She still tries to play the perfect stepmother, a snake that can't be trusted.

I huffed in anger, punching the wall behind me. My father thinks he could force me to marry the enemy? The Hernandez are the second biggest family after us, and we have been rivals for years now. It all started after the betrayed our trust in a business deal that was meant to land us billions.

"Boss." My personal bodyguard-Leo muttered in concern, stepping closer to me. "You didn't have to break your knuckles to prove a point."

"I can't marry that bitch." I spat out with a chuckle, staggering backward. Blood dripped from my hand, staining the floor red, but I didn't feel the pain. My blood boiled in rage. I need to vent at something, or someone.

After the death of my mother, I took over the responsibility as the heir of the Vito family, and became the most feared man in the underworld. I have been an 'obedient' son, and fulfilled my mother's dying wish, yet my father wants to shove me into a corner? Not fucking happening.

"You need to calm down, boss." Leo said slowly, taking another step closer to me, but my cold stare froze him.

"Don't fucking touch me, Leo." I warned with a stoic expression, slumping back in the couch. I laughed blankly, gulping down the bottle of whiskey down my throat.

"If he thinks marrying me to that bitch will make me straight, then he's way dumber than I imagined." I whispered in an icy voice, licking my lips.

My father was homophobic, and hated that side of me. He did everything in his power to protect his perfect family image that I ruined by fucking men.

"How do I ease your anger, boss?" Leo purred closely, rubbing my back slowly. He doesn't fucking listen to orders. I chuckled, raising my eyes to meet his. He was turned on. Fucking whore.

"What can you do?" I dribbled his question, pulling him down into my arms.

"Can you please me?" I asked sarcastically, flipping him around. He was beneath me, and hovered above him on the couch.

"Yes, boss." He stuttered in lust, pulling me closer to him.

My lips curled up into a smirk, wrapping my hand on his neck tightly. He shut his eyes, biting his lips, and arching his hips up in response. He lives for pain, and that made him the perfect fuck.

"I want more, boss." He whimpered into my ear. I clenched my teeth, tightening my grip on his neck.

"You know I hate impatience little boys, Leo." I growled with a cruel smile on my face. He nodded violently, the desire only growing stronger by staring at his visibly shaken body.

"That's it, Leo." I encouraged with my grip tightened, "You look perfect now." I laughed darkly, biting his lower lips, and grinding my shaft into his thigh.

He moaned with quivering lips, tugging on my shirt. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to drill his hole, but I love him begging for it. Leo has been my fuck buddy for the past two years, probably the longest. If only my father knew he made the worst mistake by employing Leo.

"Please fuck me." He groaned, tugging on my hair. I ran my tongue on my teeth, pulling back.

"You are supposed to please me, Leo." I mumbled with a piercing gaze. He chewed on his cheeks, getting up from the couch slowly.

"On your knees." I commanded with an icy voice. He fell on his knees, eager to please me, and possibly get rewarded for being a good boy. I followed his every action with my eyes. He smiled proudly as he released my hardened cock from the thin fabric.

"I want it inside me, boss." He whined, stroking my shaft lightly, and moaning with his eyes shut.

"Fuck." I groaned, throwing my head back. This is all I needed. A release.

"Suck." I growled with a rasp voice. I could see him nod his head from my peripheral vision, before I felt the warmth of his mouth around my shaft.

I inhaled sharply, grabbing his head and arching my hips forward. He gasped, struggling to keep up with my pace. I thrusted hard into his mouth, letting out the pent up anger.

"Boss..." His voice was faint with discomfort, but I ignored him, tightening my grip on his hair as I nutted in his mouth.

"Can I-" He tried to raise his head, but I forced it back down. I didn't need to look at his fucking face. He was a fuck buddy, not a lover.

The door creaked up, catching my attention. "Cristi-" My stepbrother, Luca muttered walking into the room. His voice died down when his eyes landed on the sight in front of me.

I smirked smugly as I made eye contact with the man beside him-my father. Luca was my half brother, the only thing that was connected to Matilda I cared about. He was aware of my sexuality, and my affair with Leo. Leo's married-to a woman, that was why my father deem him suitable for the role.

Only he didn't know I could turn any man to my toy.

"Leo?" My father called in shock, staggering forward. I chuckled darkly, pushing Leo off my body, and pulling my pants up.

"Do you kill him..." I trailed off, strolling to him, "or should I?" I whispered proudly standing confidently in front of him.

My father wouldn't hesitate to killed any man I fucked to hide my secret, but I didn't care. They meant nothing to me than a quick release.

His body vibrated in anger as he glared at me, slowly pulling out a gun, and pointing it to the man behind me.

"Plea-" Leo's word faded the second a sound rang across the room. I laughed hysterically as a thud followed afterwards. He killed him.

"He's the best father in the world, right Luca?" I mocked with a sardonic smile, glancing at Luca who looked shaken by the scene. I brushed his shoulder with a stern expression, storming out of the room.

I need a new toy.