Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Nick

Days pass and we can’t get an address for Snade.

Fuck. It’s all fucked up shit I hate.

It’s all a load of bull shit that drives me insane.

I get stuck in a cycle of going from the office to the club as the default and checking in with Jo.

I see Vincent in the mix and my parents. All they need to do is look at me and they can tell I’m not just sitting around waiting on them to handle the situation.

No one says anything and when suspicion lurks in, Gabe or Salvatore does something to throw them off my scent.

They started getting like it when Pa was informed of the truth. When we told him what we found on Tommy’s computer.

Pa was livid. Absolutely fucking livid and I knew he felt the sting of betrayal from Tommy. What probably stopped him from going complete ape shit, and continuing our pursuits is that he sees Tommy as one of his own.

I’m at least grateful for that because had it been one of my brothers I would be the same. I’d still want to know who fired the bullet.

We told Pa everything, but what we don’t tell him is Jo is working endlessly to find an address for Snade. We keep that part quiet.

I try to be patient and think of the situation in an objective way. That’s what I try to do to be levelheaded.

I try that by remembering who the Fontaines are.

The only thing we’re all in agreement with is that all of it, everything that’s happened reeks of them.

Perez’ name might have been dropped in too but thinking objectively is how we agree that the only people who can get their hands on a drug like Chrysanthemum and a batch worthy of smuggling is the Fontaines.

It fits that they’d also be rubbing shoulders with the likes of Perez and the Cartel.

The Fontaines started off in property development and investment banking, and hated that the Rossi’s owned so much of Chicago. They hate it now too that Claudius inherited it. All assets and land they want but can’t touch.

They’re not fucking stupid though and they didn’t decide to back down like the rest of us and take what piece of the pie they could get. They kept what they had and ventured into the highly illegal. Sex and drugs.

They’re very big on the sex trafficking scene and black market prostitution. That’s why they rub shoulders with certain notables in the government. The fucked up corrupt fucktards who fuel that shit.

It’s the reason why no one can touch them and why Pa and Vincent is pussyfooting the way they are.

I don’t know what they’ll do but the one option that scares me is them deciding to do nothing. If nothing happened with the shipping company Pa may do nothing. They could dig around until they see there’s no longer a threat and leave it.

It’s safer.

Safer, but what I don’t want. The only thing I hang on to that will make them keep on is that they know I won’t stop looking, and they don’t want another dead Giordano brother.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

They know I’ll look until it kills me if that’s the price I have to pay.

At least I was right on some level.

Tommy wouldn’t have been dealing that shit. He’s the little guy in the mix.

I’m guessing too that Billy knew about the shipment company. That was why he was shot. The Fontaines didn’t want him telling us that part.

So now we know all the shit.

The disaster is twofold. On the one hand we know the Fontaines were trying to use us for their shit and on the other hand we know it went wrong somewhere and someone hired a hit on Tommy.

The latter is my only concern and why I want Snade. He was the last part of the puzzle.

If I can’t dig around the shit looking for which Fontaine is responsible for what’s going on I can dig elsewhere. The fucking problem with digging elsewhere is moving further away from the people who know what went down.

And if you’re me you don’t find shit. As if a man like Snade would be easy to find.

Close to a week passes and everyday sees me like this.

The only solace and respite I get it is with Mia at night. Last night was intense and fury filled me when I woke this morning and realized it was Saturday. Her fucking day off.

Last weekend was shit. I wanted her but I let it slide. I decided I couldn’t be an asshole and call her out on her day off. Weekend off.

Today is different. I don’t have the patience I had last weekend.

No, fuck that… I didn’t have patience last week.

I just wasn’t as hyped up on fury as I am now.

I’ve hit rock bottom.

The end of what I can class as patience. That must be the only explanation for why I’m parked outside Mia’s house at one in the fucking morning.

I got here an hour ago and I’ve been watching her place.

She lives in a nice house. Very vanilla. It’s one of those classic suburban style homes that match the others on the road. There’s a porch with a front board swing and long French windows that add class to the exterior.

There’s a rose garden with hanging potted plants. The place feels like her.

It’s not enough though.

I don’t want something that feels like her.

I fucking want her. Her body, her submission, her mind, her soul.

I want to fuck her tight pussy recklessly and lose myself in her.

What I need is hot sex. Fucking hot sex that will distract the shit out of me.

I could almost laugh at myself.

So many women want to be with me. I have options galore, more than I can count. Yet look at me.

Nickoli Giordano looking for a good fuck from the one woman he can’t get out of his head. I’m outside this chick’s house thinking about fucking her and holding off because it’s her weekend off.

I palm my erection as the image of my angel doll pops into my head and I decide I need her.

I need her. I can’t just sit here and look like some idiot. What happens when the sun comes up? If that happens I’ll feel worse like a fool and I don’t need that on my head to add to the shit.

I need her now.

I don’t fucking care what time it is, or what day. Time to call in on her punishment for not showing up to work that first night.

I whip out my phone and text her:

I’m outside. I need to fuck. Let me in.

I smile to myself as I imagine her reaction. I’m not surprised when the light snaps on from what I guess is her bedroom.

I get out of my car and make my way to her front door.

A minute later the porch light comes on and the door clicks.

It swings open and she’s standing before me, surprise filling her beautiful face. I can’t say I don’t expect her to be surprised. There’s no way she expects me to be here at her home, and at this hour.

I grin at her and take in what she’s wearing. A light green tank top and a pair of silky pajama shorts.

Fuck yeah, her tits press against the top and I’m not sure if her nipples pebble because of the cold night air or the obvious sexual way I’m looking at her.

Her lips part. “Nick…” at first she has that fascinated look that always fills her face when she sees me then it turns to apprehension. Now she looks like she’s about to come up with some excuse.

I shake my head stopping her, and her mind in its tracks. I’m not taking no for an answer. Not tonight. I step into the house and advance toward her smoothing my hand up her long elegant neck.

“Don’t,” I taunt and allow my gaze to drift over her gorgeous body. “We’re doing this.”

“My Dad’s here and my niece.”

“But your contract tells me your body belongs to me. Then there was that issue of punishment.” I leer over her face.

She doesn’t like the reminder. I’m not about to stop being an asshole of a prick from that look of disappointment that comes into her eyes.

I take a good look at her for a few seconds and run my fingers down to fondle her left breast.

I don’t fucking care who sees me, or for that pissed look on her face. I pull her top down and allow her breast to pop out. The rose tipped nipple is hard and ready to be sucked. I keep eye contact as I lower and take it into my mouth.

All it takes is seconds for that look to fade from her face. I smile when I push my fingers up the leg of her shorts, slide over to her tight little pussy and find she’s wet for me.

Perfect.

I move back up to her face and press my lips to her ear but I don’t stop sliding over her slick wet opening.

“I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Now.” I speak against her throat and a soft breath escapes her lips when I slide my fingers deeper inside her pussy and press hard on her clit. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” her reply comes out like a breathy moan.

“Good girl.”

She gets wetter. Good.

I want it. She wants it. We should have it.

I speed up and she pulls back out of my grasp, away from me.

“Nick, please…I can’t out here. My little niece and my Dad…”

I love how she’s not saying no.

It brings a cruel smile to my face and her eyes widen when I bring my fingers up to my lips and lick the taste of her off them. She taste so fucking good.

“We’ll be quiet. Where’s your bedroom baby?”

She blinks to refocus. “Upstairs.”

“Lead the way.”

Like the obedient doll she is she closes the door and turns to lead me up the stairs. Fuck yeah. I fucking love this. She’s the best idea I’ve ever had.

My eyes land on her lush ass as she walks up the stairs ahead of me and I reach for her hip, slowing her down so I can pull her body to me.

She stops and I close the space between us, pushing my erection into that perfect ass of hers so she can feel me. I smirk at her when her cheeks flush and she glances around to look at me.

“Don’t worry Angel doll, I promise you a dirty fuck but we’ll be quiet,” I whisper and nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck. I run my teeth along the silky skin and squeeze her perfect ass.

I want to fuck her right here on the stairs and she knows it. I suspect she’d let me take her too if not for her dad and her little niece.

I nudge her forward so she doesn’t have to worry I’ll do that.

Her room is the last on the corridor. We walked by two other rooms and what I guessed was the bathroom.

When we get inside her room and the door closes I’m tempted to look around and see what makes her tick but the need to be inside her takes over.

I need her. It’s not a fucking lie.

I need her so I grab her and cover her plump, soft, delicious lips with mine and she kisses me back with that yielding desire that’s made her bend to my will.

I deepen the kiss and suck on her tongue eliciting a needy moan from her that makes her melt against me.

The fucking moan is all I can take. I need to be inside her right the fuck now. I squeeze her lush ass and pull away from her lips.

“Strip, now,” I order. “Strip and get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

With that same obedience she does as I say. While I practically rip off my clothes she shrugs out of hers. The tank top and shorts pool at her feet and her breast bobble as she gets on her bed.

Fucking hell she’s perfect.

I have to palm my dick when I watch her lift her ass into the air and push it out for me to take.

Just like those perky tits it’s firm and can take a hard pounding.

Fuck yeah. I go over to her and climb up behind her.

She looks back at me worried. Probably worried her Dad will come in here and find us.

Selfishness takes over any thought to care. I’m crass that way and wouldn’t care if the old man came in and caught me fucking his daughter. Me the dirty mobster fucking his angel.

We’re adults, both a long way from being kids, so he’d just have to deal with it. Put up and shut up until I finish fucking her.

I run my hands over her slick wet opening.

Her pretty pink pussy lips are dripping with her arousal. Time to own her pussy.

I line up my dick over her pussy lips and slam into her, burying so deep to the hilt my balls slap against her and she moans out loud.

“Shhh doll, don’t wake your little niece up.” I sound like a bastard and I don’t give her feelings a second though when I start to rut into her.

Her tight walls envelope my dick and beg me to fuck her so I do. I pound into her sweet cunt hard unleashing the beast within that wants to possess her.

She has to grab the pillow before her and push her face into it to muffle her moans.

I grab her hips with both hands and start fucking her rough and raw, untamed.

Every thrust makes her heavy breasts bounce from the punishing movements.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fill the room and fuel me to continue. I start jackhammering into her and I know I’m going to come any second.

“Nick…” she whimpers. She’s close too.

Her raspy breaths and strained cries drive me harder.

I pound relentlessly when she straightens up, giving me better access to her body as I fuck her. Then I lose control as my climax boils in my balls, tingling at the base of my spine.

That’s when I lose myself in her. I’m lost in the thrilling sensation that surges through me.

It’s been building. It’s been rising. It is here and I’ve only experienced it with this doll.

Hot cum sprays from me into her cunt as I blow my load into her.

I’m breathing so hard from the insanity I can’t catch my damn breath.

I slow to a languid pace that allows me to calm the fuck down and eventually pull out of her.

There’s some tissues from her nightstand. I grab a handful and wipe off my dick, then look back to her as I lower to the bed.

I swallow hard. She shuffles around and reaches for her sheet to cover herself. It’s the difference of being in her home. It’s awkward.

It makes me wonder what her life must be like living here with her father and niece.

She holds my gaze with expectancy.

I should go. I don’t belong here. It’s her world, where everything is vanilla and normal.

Just now was fucking insane and wild but the problems have returned. They come back to my mind and I’m exhausted.

I’m about to get up when her warm fingers reach for me and give me… solace.

Solace… it’s what I need. She gives it to me.

She makes me forget.

I want to fall into temptation again and take her but there’s too much on my mind.

Instead I get up, drag my clothes back on and leave.

I leave her.