Mafia Kings: Dario: Chapter 24

That morning with Alessandra was perhaps the greatest two hours of my life.

The way she made me feel…

Her beautiful body…

The overwhelming release when I came…

The way her innocent face looked when she came…

Everything about my time with her had been astounding.

The shower afterwards had been long and luxurious, with plenty of kissing and fondling her breasts as water cascaded over her body.

Once we got out, I dried her off… had her put on her dress…

And sent her on her way with a slap on her ass.

Her innocent brown eyes had been filled with surprise –

But she’d liked it.

And I knew immediately what I would do to her the next time I took her to bed.

I still hadn’t fucked her – not properly – but that would come soon.

I was going to have to break her in first. There was no way she would be able to handle me without pain unless I did.

But there was time… and I was looking forward to it.

In fact, I was happier than I could ever remember being.

But not everyone else was.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Niccolo shouted in my study. “The rest of the house could hear her screaming! The entire staff is talking!”

“Let them talk,” I said coldly. “I pay their wages, not the other way around.”

“It’s not just that. We have a visitor this afternoon. Or did you forget?”

“No,” I snapped.

Although, to be truthful, I had forgotten.

Being with a beautiful naked woman for hours will do that do you.

“I need you to be in top form for this,” Niccolo said. “Not distracted.”

“Consigliere,” I snapped.

Niccolo gritted his teeth. “…what.”

“I am your don. I suggest you remember that.”

Niccolo looked resentful for a second, then got ahold of himself. “At least let me get her out of the house while our guest is here.”

“Why?”

Niccolo knew better than to voice the real reason, which I already knew:

I wanted to fuck her – and I might just rush through the meeting so I could get her back into bed.

“We don’t need her causing any commotion during the talks,” Niccolo said. “Sneaking out again like she did yesterday.”

“She won’t.”

“Nonetheless, I want her out of the house.”

I scowled at him… but he was probably right. If Alessandra wasn’t here, it would make it easier to focus.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Have Massimo and Valentino take her to Florence for the rest of the day. She can do some shopping, and they can all have dinner.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not worried about our enemies?”

“Florence is a big city. I doubt it will be a problem.”

“You ‘doubt’ it will be a problem?”

Niccolo sighed. “Aren’t you the least bit worried about the Turk?”

‘The Turk’ was Mehmet Erdogan, a member of an organized crime cartel from Turkey who wanted to discuss business. Our uncle had put him in contact with us.

“Fausto vouched for him,” I pointed out.

“Yes, well, until we find out why the Genoans are trying to horn in on our territory – and why they sent the spy that Lars killed – and why the hell we have a dead priest and a thug buried in the orchards out back – I’m not trusting anyone, not even if Saint Peter himself says they’re alright.”

“Where are we on finding out who the priest and the other one are?”

“Our friends at the Questura are running their fingerprints for us.”

“Let me know when you find something out.”

“Of course.”

I sighed. “Alright… send in Alessandra so I can tell her about Florence.”

“OHHHH no – I’ll tell her,” Niccolo said as he walked to the door. “I don’t need you getting distracted and banging her for the next two hours. I certainly don’t need her screaming when the Turk arrives.”

I just smirked as he left the room.

The meeting with the Turk was a courtesy to our uncle, nothing more… and I might have been tempted to blow it off in order to spend a little more time with Alessandra.

Probably best to listen to my consigliere for once.