THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

(At Alfred’s bedroom) (10:30pm)

The continuous ringing of Alfred’s phone disrupted the beautiful sleep he was having with Theresa. They were both cuddling on the bed with the duvet covering their naked bodies.

The both of them couldn’t get enough of each other, so they had multiple rounds of sex till they were both exhausted.

The phone’s ringtone blared into Alfred’s eardrums causing a deep frown to form on his face.. One of the things he hated the most was to be disturbed while sleeping.

Alfred groaned as he sat upright on the bed and he took his phone which was on the bedside table. He swiped green and he placed the phone over his ears.

“Yes?” Alfred’s croaky voice broke out.

It was Caesar calling. “Sorry to disturb you boss. I just got a wire from Hawk. The stuff’s hit land from the sea. Hawk’s hauling it over to SALVADORS tonight.”

Alferd climbed out of the king-sized bed and wandered off towards the standing mirror.

“Salvador wants to meet you. He’s ready to sell once Hawk delivers the drugs at the restaurant.” Caesar added.

“When do we leave?” Alfred asked softly.

“Midnight.” Caesar answered.

Alfred ended the call and turned around to gaze at Theresa who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He gazed at her for a while before picking up a towel to tie around his waist. He stepped inside the bathroom and stood under the shower, reflecting on the past sixteen hours he had spent with Theresa.

She possessed all the characters he admired in a lady: Courage, skills, bravery, determination, snd intelligence. Her beautiful smiles reminded him so much of his childhood lover who was also bearing the name Theresa.

“I hope we meet someday, Theresa.” He muttered.

******

Theresa opened her eyes slowly and she roamed her hand on the other side of the bed, but she found it empty. She sat upright on the bed, holding the sheets over her neck to cover her nakedness.

A smile formed on Theresa’s face as the images of the intense sex she had with Alfred flashed in her mind; her moans, his manly thrusts, the way he slammed in and out of her; she loved it all

The sex was her first and surprisingly, she felt happy that she got deflowered by Alfred.

Glancing over the bedside table, she saw the time. It was a half past ten.

The bathroom’s door opened opened and Alfred stepped inside the bedroom with a towel tied dangerously around his waist, and water dripping from his hair down to his hairy chest, making him look sexy.

Theresa bit her bottom lip as she gazed at the Greek god standing in front of her. Her eyes trailed from his hairy chest down to his perfect set of thick abs.

She was already having dirty imaginations in her head as she keot staring at his gorgeous body.

“Theresa,” Alfred cakes, jolting Theresa out of her imaginations.

“Yes my lord?” Theresa answered.

“I’ve got a business that requires my attention.” Alfred said, “You wanna tag along?”

Theresa was feeling sore in between her legs, but she was curious to know what business Alfred was talking about.

“Yep.” She replied, “Anywhere you go, I go.”

“Alright then, go freshen up.” Alfred said.

Rita climbed down the bed nakedly. She picked up a towel and she wrapped it around her naked body, then she entered inside the bathroom.

By the time Theresa stepped out of the bathroom, Alfred was done dressing. He wore a black tailored suit and a pair of black shoes with his curly black hair styled backwards.

Alfred was standing in front of his dressing mirror, adjusting his suit. He turned his neck sideways and levelled his gaze on Theresa who remained on her spot for almost a minute, staring at him.

“Something wrong?” Alfred asked, “You’ve been standing there for more than thirty seconds.”

“I’m fine,” Theresa replied with a smile on her face, taking slow strides towards Alfred, “Was just wondering why you’re so perfect.”

“How do you mean?” Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean you are handsome, strongly built, you are the boss of a great empire with hundreds of organizations working under you.” Theresa said, “So tell me, my lord, how are you not perfect,”

Alfred let out a grin, “Thanks for the compliments, sweetheart.” Alfred said, pecking Theresa on her forehead.

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“Your dress is on the bed.” He added, pointing to the bed.

“Okay.” Theresa replied, then she walked over to the bed. A black leather jacket and black jean trousers were neatly laid on the bed. Beside the bedstand was a pair of black boots.

Theresa threw the clothes on immediately and she also wore the pair of black boots.

“How do I look, my lord?” Theresa asked with a beaming smile on her face. Alfred turned around and his lips curved into a satisfying smile.

Alfred replied, “You look like a boss lady.”

*********

A couple minutes past eleven, Alfred and Theresa were out of the house, heading towards the Rolls Royce Silver wraith waiting for them.. Knife stood by the door to usher them in.

As Alfred settled down in the lush seats of the Rolls with Theresa, Caesar sat beside the driver in the front seat. He had his revolver tucked inside his suit.

The car started and raced out of the mansion. The convoy of cars came along with them. They were taking no chances with their rivals who might attack them on the way.

“Where are heading?” Theresa asked.

“You’ll know when we get there.” Alfred replied curtly as he took out a stick of cigar from a cigar box. He clamped it with Hus lips and lit it up with Hus golden lighter.

Alfred drew in a long puff from the lighted cigar in his hand, then he blew smoked as he stared out the window.

“We’ll be at SALVADORS anytime soon,” Caesar said from the front.

The name ‘SALVADORS’ sounded very familiar to Rita; very familiar.

‘SALVADORS? Isn’t that the name of the biggest restaurant here in Los Angeles. Or are they referring to another place also called SALVADORS?’ Theresa thought to herself as she stared outside the window.

Finally, they arrived at SALVADORS. It was an exclusive Italian restaurant; Really exclusive.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

They have guests whom are only allowed into the restaurant. These guests owns a green card which they present to the security outside before entering.

These green cards were rather expensive to renew every week and yet, the restaurant was heavily frequented by the rich. It was the biggest restaurant in the whole of Los Angeles.

‘What are we doing here? Are we here to meet someone?’ These questions roamed in Theresa’s head they walked inside the gigantic restaurant. She wanted to ask Alfred those questions, but she changed her mind.

‘I would raise a suspicion if I start asking questions.’ She thought to herself.

The owner of the restaurant was a fat and thick man named Salvador. He was so short he could barely reached Alfred’s chest.

His face beamed the moment he saw Alfred and he hurried over to direct him and a handful of his men to the VIP section.

Theresa’s eye caught the chain with an eagle’s pendant worn around Salvador’s neck. She instantly knew that Salvador wasn’t a stranger to the Gilberto family.

“He is also a member of the Gilberto family.’ Theresa said, inwardly.

“Trust you had a good day, Don Alfred.” Salvador said in a strong Italian which Theresa couldn’t understand.

“Yeah.” Alfred replied in italian, as they walked passed a beaded curtain into a private room.

Theresa was so surprised to hear Alfred speak Italian. It sounded neat and clean.

Salvador glanced at Theresa, “Who is the damsel beside you?” He asked with a smirk in his afce

“A potential asset I just found.” Alfred replied without looking at him.

“Hmm, you’ve never brought any lady here before.” Salvador said, “She really have some great potentials for you to be interested in her.” Salvador said.

Alfred said nothing in response.

“Let’s go see the stuff.” Salvador grinned as he rubbed his palms together.

‘I wish I learnt italian language. I don’t understand a damn word they are saying.’ Theresa said, inaudibly, to herself.

In the private room, there was an elevator hidden behind the walls. They got in and was shot down the floors to an underground basement.

When the metal doors swished opened, they were faced with a vast hall. It was more or less a store but it extended way past three blocks.

Up ahead, there was an opening where a truck drive in and out. All around us were crates. Hundreds of them.

‘An underground basement in SALVADORS? And what do these crates contain?’ Theresa thought as she glanced around her.

Salvador stepped forward and opened one of the crates. “Hawk brought ’em over an hour ago. They’re really good stuffs. The customers are loving it.” He said with a wide grin.

Alfred leaned over as Salvador brought out a penknife. Theresa peered inside the crate, and she saw plastic wraps of white substances.

‘Damn! This is cocaine! And there are hundreds of ’em lying around in the crates!’ Theresa screamed in her head.

As a crime officer, Theresa was able to identify it easily because she dealt with a lot of drug smugglers.

‘This alone is enough evidence to put them behind bars.” Theresa thought, glancing around the basement.

Salvador stabbed one of the wraps and brought out a small quality for Alfred to sniff.

“No. Let her do the honours of sniffing it.” Alfred said, gesturing at Theresa.

“Me?” Theresa asked with furrowed brows.

Alfred replied, “Yes, you boss lady.”

She had never tasted it for once in her life. Reluctantly, she dipped my hands in and sniffed it. She felt energy surging through her body abs adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“How does it feel?” Alfred asked with a broad smirk.

“It feels bliss and electrifying.” Theresa answered with a wide smile.

“And how do you feel?” Alfred inquired.

“I feel strong,” Answered Theresa, “I feel like I am capable of doing anything I want,” Theresa chuckled, “I feel on top of the world…

“Exactly,” Alfred chipped in, “That’s how a mafia should always feel. Feel on top of the world.”

Alfred returned his gaze back at Salvador who had a grin on his face.

“I can see they are really good stuffs like you said.” Alfred said.

Salvador snapped his fingers and three servants dressed in black tailored suits. They came marching towards us with six briefcases in their hands.

Halting before Alfred, they each opened their brief cases each and offered them at him.

Theresa’s peered inside one of the briefcases and what she made her caught her breath.

The cases were crammed with money: thousands and thousands of dollars; more money than she had ever seen in her entire life.

“Here’s your weekly share, Alfred,” Salvador grinned, pulling out a big cigar and striking a match. “Fifteen million dollars. The rest comes down by Monday.” He was now speaking in English and not italian.

‘Fifteen million dollars in thousand-dollar bills!’ Theresa screamed in her head with her gaze fixed at the money.

For a long moment of time, Theresa stood there staring. There was nothing else in the bag-just money.

“Fifteen million dollars?” Alfred scoffed, “That ain’t enough.”

Theresa took her gaze off the money and she gave Alfred a “are you serious” look.

‘Is he serious right now? Fifteen million dollars ain’t enough for him?’ Theresa said, inaudibly to herself.

“Alright, twenty million dollars.” Salvador negotiated, blowing out smoke after taking a long puff from he cigarette in his hands.

“Twenty five million dollars. I want nothing less then that.” Alfred countered in a serious tone.

“Okay.” Salvador gave in after a while, then he snapped his finger. A servant came marching towards Alfred with two briefcases in his hands.

“That’s ten million dollars.” Salvador said. Alfred signalled at his men to collect the briefcases.

Theresa stood transfixed on her spot, finding it hard to believe everything that just transpired before her.

‘Twenty five million dollars in one night! Oh my God! These men are fucking criminals that should be put behind bars. And that’s what I’m gonna do. I an gonna put all of them behind bars when I get enough information about them.’ Theresa said, inaudibly to her self.