BON

"There is someone here," Bongorath growled from within as the curtains danced in rhythm to the gentle breeze that blew.

"Who?" I asked as I approached the door. I knew it only had to be one person; Carmen. I had gotten used to her coming more often.

"It appears to be your woman friend," Bongorath said again, a bit of irritation in his voice this time.

"Shut up," I hushed undertone as I twisted the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.

The door creaked as outside breeze rushed in, swaying the curtains even more.

"Bon, she isn't here," I said as I tiptoed my way further into the dimly lit studio apartment as the door shut behind me.

"Bonaventura," a lady greeted softly across the room.

I turned to her, half-dressed and laid on the bed as I flickered the light on.

"Your apartment is always a mess,' she said as she rose from the bed.

I looked around and saw that my desk had been cleared and my painting canvas had been put together. My dirty laundry had also been done as I spotted the empty basket.

"Thank you," I muttered as the sound of chirping crickets filled the air while she approached me. She still always looked beautiful and sexy despite being a senior detective and a senior officer.

"You're always welcome," she smiled, landing a kiss on my lips.

I let her. Her mouth tasted like strawberry tonight and I figured she may have changed her lipstick.

"On the Seven Gods, I hate this," Bongorath said within me.

I smiled. I loved that I still had the power to make him feel that way upon how powerful he was.

"Why are you here?" I asked as she led me to lay down with her.

"Nothing," she answered mischievously as she pulled me close to her to admire her brown Latina curves. "You smell like cigar."

"Yeah, I know," I looked away, scratching my head. "Enzo had me hang out with him throughout the day."

"Mm-hmm," she bit her lips after pulling my face to hers. "What did you both do?"

I was mute. I didn't think she understood how uncomfortable she made me feel talking about my mafia dealings with her.

"Nothing much," I said finally after a while. I had always noticed how beautiful her eyes were but I wasn't sure I'd get over it as she held me close, staring into my soul. Bon said it always made him want to melt me from inside.

She planted a deep kiss on my lips as she pushed me gently on the bed. She slowly took off my shirt as she sat on top of me as she caressed my scarred ripped torso.

"I missed you," she leaned in for a deep passionate kiss.

"I miss you too," I replied after she pulled away to catch her breath. I really did miss her.

She pulled a string on her lingerie to reveal her big round breasts as she took my hand and placed it on the right one.

"Touch me, please," Carmen begged as I strategically positioned her already hard and pointed nipple in between my index and middle finger, squeezing it gently that she tilted her head up with her eyes closed. Her breast were so soft and watery as I massaged it.

It was getting intense that I flipped her to lie on her back as I kissed her while still fondling her. I worked my mouth to her neck and then down to her breast where I suckled on them, simultaneously switching as I swirled my tongue around her nipples and areola.

I could hear her breathing increase and her heart beating faster so I went down to her belly, kissing her belly button while tugging on the string of her panties as I pulled it off. I kissed her down below her abdomen.

"Bon, please fuck me," she whispered, pulling me up to her so she could take off my underwear.

I didn't say anything as I slid inside her slowly but partly. I loved anytime she begged me.

"Please, Bon," Carmen pleaded as she thrust her hips to me.

I pulled out totally, then shoved myself deep inside her that she let out a gasp while grabbing the sheets. I went back and forth, occasionally changing pace and stooping down to meet her lips with mine.

"Harder, Bon," Carmen moaned. "Fuck me harder."

I smile as I positioned well, pinning her hand down as I began pounding aggressively filling the atmosphere with ecstatic moans and clapping.

"Si. Si," she began vibrating as her moans got high-pitched, I knew she just reached orgasm.

I, myself, felt like I was running low on stamina but I didn't stop stroking.

"I'm gonna-" I heaved as I let out my thick sugar inside of her.

Exhausted and sweaty, I fell on her with my full weight as she held me close.

"I love you," Carmen said, cupping my face and looking straight in my tired eyes as I tried not to think of the task I had to carry out very early tomorrow.

"I love you too," I said weakly, rolling into her arms as she caressed me to sleep.

I had met Carmen two years ago on a summer where I bumped into her in front of a cafe, spilling her iced tea on her uniform.

Brown wavy hair, brown eyes, shiny caramel smooth skin and right sized curves in the right places.

"I'll let you off easy today, guapo," she said smiling as I frantically tried to wipe her with my bare hands. "Just cause I'm in a good mood."

I met her again in front of the same cafe two weeks after and offered to buy her a drink where she asked me to get her number since she was going through a divorce and because I looked hot. I got her number and we had been on dates, helped her through her divorce and bonded with her two year old daughter as at then.

We shared our first kiss on one of our evening walks before she later found out about my involvement with DeLuca Syndicate but couldn't arrest me and then I knew she really did love me. She ghosted me for about a month and then came back saying she couldn't live without me while still begging me every now and then to leave the mafia and help her put down Lorenzo DeLuca, one of the most dangerous mafia bosses, by providing information about him. The rest is history.

"Bon, it's time," Bon said in my sleep.

I woke up and turned to my side to see Carmen asleep. She looked so peaceful when she slept.

I rose up, put on my clothes and was about to head out when I turned around to Carmen. I headed back and covered her properly with the blanket and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"You are unsually quiet," Bongorath said from within.

"Who? Me?" I replied.

"You forget we are one," Bon said with his bass crackling voice.

"It's going to take longer than expected," I sighed as I walked on dark quiet street.

"Revenge takes time," Bon said.

Bongorath, who I also called Bon, was a demon of the underworld who was cast away by the other demons when his lover; Sirael, was killed by Kal'Thuun, a much more powerful demon who was driven to begin his transition to becoming a god. Bongorath fought hard to avenge his deceased lover but most of the demons had pledged their loyalty to Kal'Thuun who then cast him into Earth.

Now, other demons had been cast to Earth by Kal'Thuun who was taking ownership of the underworld, making it the perfect time for Bongorath to target them one after the other to seek his revenge.

I, Bonaventura, who everyone called Bon, also am on a quest for revenge to wipe out every one of the mafia groups to avenge my late parents who were killed by a rival very much stronger mafia group when I was very much little.

Bon and I had revenge in common as I got to benefit from his powers that raised me through the ranks. Bon also got to live inside me as demons couldn't live in Earth without possessing a human body.

"I'll get it regardless," I said as I scaled a fence.

"Likewise," Bon said.

My target was Rafael, a mafia boss who was a dumb motherfucker who knew better than to double cross Enzo and now had to have his left ear and thumb taken off without killing him.

"We're here," we both chorused as I stared at the giant structure of buildings with a very tall gate.

"Let's go," I said as I jumped out from behind the garbage.

"Let's go," Bon growled as the tattoos around my neck and forearms glowed deep blue.

I walked to the gate, drawing the attention of the security who all pointed their guns at me. One of them panicked as my luminous forearm tattoos caught his attention.

I approached the large steel gate, tilting my head as I examined the lock that was exactly in the middle of the gate.

With a low growl from Bon, I flung the gate open with a kick, sending the suited guards in a frenzy.

"Die!" Bon growled as I pounced one of them, bashing his head against the concrete floor before they could even cock their guns.

The rest began raining hell on me that I carried the dead body to use as a human shield as I grabbed another, cracking his skull by simply squeezing his head. Another lunged at me with a knife but I was too quick as I dodged and returned the favour with a punch that brought out his gut. I took the knife to stab the incoming person in the eye with it while using him to block gunshots from one of them who didn't seem to run out of ammo as I hurled the knife to him, catching him right on his forehead between his eyebrows.

I ripped out the arm of another and kicked him away, crashing him into the red Ferrari that had been destroyed by bullets.

Everywhere was still except for the one armed man who sat on the floor in pain as fresh red blood oozed from his shoulder.

"Dove e Rafa?" I asked, walking up to man still holding his ripped arm as I lifted his head by his chin.

"Vai all'inferno," the man spat.

I smacked him with his own arm.

"Where the fuck is Rafael?" I asked again.

"Go to hell!" the man cussed.

"I'm from hell, stupid," Bon said as I placed my hand on his head, crushing it against the dented car as blood splattered everywhere.

"Where?" I dropped the arm as I looked around.

"That one," Bon answered.

I began making my way to the biggest building in the vicinity where all the panicking screams and yells where coming from.

"Hey," I called the maid who was quivering on her knees.

She jolted as I tried to hold her to calm down.

"Shh," I shushed her as I gently held her. "It's fine."

She looked up to look me in the eyes, her lips quivering, tears in her eyes.

"Dove e Rafa?" I asked.

"Ultimo piano," she answered, wiping her eyes.

"Grazie," I thanked her. "Per favore, vai via."

"Si, si," she hurried up to her feet, leaving. "Grazie."

"He's in the top floor," I said, opening the door and walking in the giant building.

Bon growled. I could tell he wanted to unleash wrath.

I took the stairs by my left that led up to a balcony and series of flights of stairs that led to a hallway where doors faced each other with a large door in the centre.

"He's there," Bon said.

The doors opened as dozens of suited men walked out them, all armed with firepower, swords and daggers that made Bon chuckle while my tattoos glowed even brighter.