My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Gianna’s POV

“WHY are you so head hardened you this gullible child?” Aunt Christa yelled landing a very devastating slap on my cheeks and making them burn, I was even sure they turned red.

“I’m sorry, but I beg of you don’t sell me out like the others, remember I’m your family right?” I cried, my teary eyelids flickering.

“How many times am I gonna tell you that you are not in any way related to me Gianna?” Aunt Christa began, “I found you in the orphanage and took pity on you, the fact that I nursed you up till this moment does not make you my family. I only took good care of you because I know one day you gonna bring me so much money and that day is today, so go get ready. You have already been bought my dear Gianna”, she gnarled with a wicked grin on her face.

“Can my life be a little better than this?” I wondered aloud, then bursted into tears.

A little intro.

I’m Gianna, just Gianna, yeah, no surname, no middle name, just Gianna.

Guess you all heard what Aunt Christa had just said, she adopted me when I was only but two years old.

I am seventeen now, with all the attracted womanly figures, endowed in the right places by my dear God.

I was opportuned to attend the basic grade only, I couldn’t go to high school since Aunt Christa complained of not having much money to send me to high school, or so she said.

All my life, I have spent it working at Aunt Christa’s restaurant and bar. It is a slut delivery restaurant.

Every day, I watched Aunt Christa giving out different teenage girls, ladies and women to different men, and today she want to give me out just the same way I have seen her do, telling me some sort of rubbish that a rich billionaire has already purchased me.

What is worst I don’t even know the man in question. I guess my worst nightmare has finally caught up with me, ohh!

Sob.

Greg’s POV

“BOSS what should we do to him? He doesn’t want to inarticulate?” questioned Lionel.

Lionel is a close friend of mine and my personal guard, he is also the head of my security.

I ignored his question, still fixing my gaze on the guy who had been caught spying on me.

“For the last time, I am gonna ask you again, who sent you to spy on me?” I asked him.

“Not for all the whores in China will I spill the truth”, he uttered heart hardenedly.

“Phew! I can see you are such a loyal dog”, Lionel chipped in.

I snapped my finger signifying Lionel to pass me my two sided dagger, he swung into action immediately.

“Here boss”, he uttered passing me the dagger, I collected it.

Without saying much, I walked up behind him and used the dagger to strip off his clothes, making his back bare before me, then I dug the dagger straight into his flesh.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!” He let out a horror filled cry.

I dug the dagger deeper into his skin forming a letter U.

Sweat kept falling from his body colliding with the blood dripping from his back, they flowed like milk and honey, hahaha.

Then, his vain popped out as his eyes danced around in horror in its socket. Holy shit! I love the way he was reacting to my every touch.

I am Greg, no one can easily bring me down, none.

I kept stabbing at all his vitals, until he became weak.

He kept on screaming out in pains as I did.

Then, I left him and headed for the door, tossing the dagger aside.

Instantly Lionel brought out his gun.

“Should I gun him down?”, he questioned.

“Not so fast, untie him and bring him outside I will make sure to give him a painful death”, I instructed.

“Yes boss!”, answered Lionel as he set to loosen up the strange man.

Actually my men had caught him earlier on, secretly taking pictures of me.

I aired outside the compound.

“Boss!”, my men saluted, I gave them a slight nod in response.

“Let out Bruno and Icy. It is time for them to have their lunch”, I commanded as one of them nodded respectively before sprinting towards the dogs’ kennel.

Just then, Lionel came out dragging the strange guy that was already drenched in his own blood.

“I will be letting you leave, so kind of me right?” I asked and he nodded, I smirked.

“The gate is open, now run!”, I commanded him.

“Gamsahamnida, thanks so much”, he uttered joining his palms together in gratitude as he started trotting weakly towards the giant gate.

Instantly, my two giant dogs ran after him barking ferociously, and as expected, caught up with him, jumping vigorously on him as they both started tearing him apart, limb to limb.

I smiled alongside my men and after staring for some seconds, I turned and began heading for my mansion.

I am Greg Starr, 24. I’m known to be a young entrepreneur and the founder of the popular Greg Towel, one of the biggest fashion house in South Korea, but in the norm, I am a young Mafia King. I love the game and won’t back off. Never.

Do not bother about my parents because the memories of them brings pain, antagonizing pain, to my heart.

Earlier before the issue of the spy guy was tabled before me, I had ordered for a slut from one of my favorite slut houses.

I don’t have a girlfriend, nor any lady I’m attached to in any way, because I can’t be caught up in the web of a particular pussy, I can’t even imagine it.

I wondered why the elderly chauffeur I sent to bring her isn’t here yet, it’s been like an hour and thirty minutes now.

I can’t just wait to drain her honey pot, jeez! I’m so wet right now.