Benjamin
That bitch! Just because I became a little loose with her, she'd make my life miserable? And she would conspire with that old hag! What did they think? I could kill them anytime I want. I took a deep breath and reminded myself to calm down, despite the ceaseless urge to make the world kneel in front of me and worship me like a god.
I still had a party to attend to, and my clothes... That bitch ruined them. What should I do now? She had gone too far. Even her life wouldn't be enough to pay for the fabrics she burnt. Just wait for it, you bitch. I'm going to make you suffer and beg me for mercy.
As my frustration finally calmed down, I pulled out my phone and called Alex. I told him to buy me a new pair of suits. He asked me why, but I didn't tell him. I was so frustrated that even saying the name of that bitch drives me crazy.
"You know my size. Just use your money for now. I'll pay you later, and please hurry up. I still have a party to attend this evening," I said.
"Got it, boss," Alex replied.
I turned off my phone, slipped it inside the pocket of my trousers, and went to the rooftop. I sat on my black adjustable chair near the swimming pool and picked a pack of cigarettes from the table.
Dammit! It was empty. That old hag—she must have forgotten to buy me new cigarettes. She had become a burden, a forgetful dotard. It'd be better for her to just die. She had been working here even before me. I had to be patient with her to respect Don Palermo. The new bitch would have to take the dotard's role once she died. I'd love to see her suffer her whole life. I stood up and removed my shirt. I put on my goggles and dove into the swimming pool. The freezing water freaked the hell out of me.
A few moments later, Alex arrived with the new suits I asked him to buy. I got off from the water and dried myself up with the towel. The sun was already setting down the horizon, making streaks of orange and pink clouds in the sky.
"Your new maid and the old woman were gossiping about you, boss," Alex said.
"About what?" I asked, taking the shopping bag from him.
"They were gossiping about you, saying that you're a demon," he said, following me toward the door.
"Well, they have yet to see how demonic I can be." I opened the door, and we continued downstairs.
Alex stayed in the living room while I went to my room and put on the new suits. I looked at my handsome reflection in the mirror. I tried to smile, but I couldn't maintain it. I lost it a long time ago. I always frowned and forgot what happiness was.
Despite this, I still looked so handsome. A lot of women wanted to have sex with me. I had one-night stands with them. I made them beg on their knees, but I was never satisfied. I always felt like a part of me was missing. I wish tonight would be different. It was Don Palermo's brother's birthday. I had to be very composed. Those people were still indignant that I inherited Don Palermo's wealth—they often talk badly behind my back.
Finally, I was ready to go to the venue. Alex and I went to the garage. He told me that his brother Val was sick, though he always was sick, so he couldn't drive for me. Alex often takes on the job his brother was supposed to do.
Although Alex and Val were twins, they had very different personalities. Val was a shy introverted guy, while Alex was quite shameless. Val could sit in silence and survive a hundred years of solitude, but Alex always had something to say and was very sociable. Sometimes I wondered if they were really twins and how could they get along well.
It was already 6:30 PM when we arrived at the venue. There were many people in the place already. It had been a tradition that every Palermo had to be present or invited to such occasions. Since Don Palermo bequeathed all his possessions to me, I was considered as one of them. I didn't know my real last name, so it was a piece of cake to get a new identity. In just a blink of an eye, I became Benjamin Palermo. I stepped off my Lamborghini and fixed my eyeglasses. Many women, even married ones, stared at me as if I'm some kind of influential person or a famous actor they saw on TV as I stepped on the stairs.
"Hey, Benjamin," a gorgeous woman greeted with a sweet smile on her face. She was wearing a glinting black dress adorned with silver dots. Her hair was tied into one and coiled with a hairnet. She shoved her gloved hand into my arm and escorted me inside the lively place.
I picked a glass of champagne from the caterer's salver. I couldn't take my eyes off the gorgeous woman. She had the face of an angel and red lips like the petals of a rose. Like a snare any man wouldn't refuse to get caught in, her smile was irresistible. I put the glass of champagne on a white-clothed table and asked her if she'd like to dance with me.
"I'd love you," she replied.
I held her hands and we danced to the slow music until Rudolf, Don Palermo's brother, the life of the party, in his red suit, came and claimed the woman as his wife. He devoured her lips right in front of me, so I picked up my glass of champagne and drank it.
"See you around, Benjamin." The woman waved her hand as her husband dragged her away.
Shit! I didn't know why all the gorgeous women in the world were already taken. I drank a lot of champagne. I had a very vague memory of what happened next, but when I opened my eyes, I was lying on a motel bed surrounded by three filthy women in revealing dresses.
"Get off me!" I shoved them off as I stood up. I put on my clothes. It wasn't the first time this happened. I searched for my phone and found it under a red panty. I threw the panty to the sluts high on hashish and used my phone to call Alex.
I asked Alex where he was and told him to take me out from this place. He said he was busy, and his brother would be the one to take me.
"Okay, fine," I said. "Just make him hurry."
"He'll be right there quick, boss," Alex said.
"Ahhh, yes, Daddy," a woman's voice moaned on the other line.