Mafia Sisters' Betrothals

2 Lunch

Enzo POV

The girl on her knees in front of me knows what she's doing. I honestly don't know her name nor do I need to. I have yet to find a woman that strikes any long-term interest in me. They are merely stress relief and the past week has been nothing but stress. A shipment of guns was intercepted by the feds, which ended up revealing a traitor among my men. That is not something I will ever let go with a slap on the wrist. Needless to say, the traitor is no more.

Thankfully, we were able to grease a few palms and get most of the shipment back, but I hate dealing with the slimy ba**ards. They are more crooked than the mafia. They act like we are criminals when they do their dirty deeds, hiding behind badges. I focus my attention back on the girl that is running her tongue on the underside of my shaft. I don't need this sensual sh*t right now. I need to f**k her face roughly to let go of my frustration.

I tap her cheek and her eyes meet mine. "Brace yourself sweetheart. I'm about to f**k that pretty little mouth hard and rough." She smiles and I get to my feet. I grab the side of her head in my hand and start to pound into her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks and she gags, but like the good little sl*t she is, she doesn't pull away. I'm seconds away from emptying deep in her throat when my office door bangs open.

I know immediately who it is, because no one else would dare step into my office uninvited. "Get out puttana," he says, his voice laced with irritation. I tuck myself back in my pants, irritated that I was so close when he interrupted. "Father, to what do I owe this improtu visit." "Move" he says, wanting to take the seat behind my desk. This is a power play and one I know well. He wants to remind me that he is still the Don of the Caruso family.

I respect my father greatly, but that doesn't always mean I agree with his methods. "Sit" he says, pointing to the chair across from him. Without a word, I take the seat. "You and I will be joining Don Rizzo and his family for lunch today," he says. I sit up straighter. My father may be in charge of our family, but Don Rizzo is in charge of all families. He is the Don of Dons.

"Of course, father. Is this lunch about something in particular?" "Today you will meet the woman that is to become your wife" he says, like we are talking about the weather. "Excuse me." "Watch how you speak to me, boy. I am still in charge of this family. Don Rizzio and I decided long ago that you and his eldest daughter would get married. You are very lucky she grew up beautiful. She will give you strong, beautiful sons that will one day take over for you," he says.

"I'm not interested in marriage, sir." "Too bad. You are twenty-five. I've given you time to f**k every puttana from here to Italy. It's time you settle down if you plan to become head of this family. Besides, having her as your bride will keep us in good favor with Don Rizzo. You will be his son-in-law. That title alone will make this family untouchable," he says. "There is no way I want to be tied to one p**sy for the rest of my life."

"Enough, this is exactly why I won't be handing the reigns over to you any time soon. You think too much with your d*ck instead of your head. Besides, I'm not asking you to be faithful. I'm asking you to be discreet. Do you really think I haven't had lovers over the years? I love your mother and I treat her like a queen, but a man has needs that a prim and proper wife cannot fulfill. All I ask is that you do not embarrass your wife or the family with your affairs," he says.

"Fine, but I will never love her. She will be my wife and bare my sons, but that is all I can offer her." "You will respect her title and treat her with kindness, or you'll find a bullet in your head. Don Rizzo loves his daughters and he will have no problem killing you if you disrespect her. Are we clear Enzo," he asks.

"Yes, father." "Good, go wash the puttana's smell off you and get ready for lunch. I expect you to make that girl fall desperately in love with you, Enzo. You can be a charming ba**ard. Use it to your advantage and don't get caught with women. Now go and send the girl you just had in here back to me" he says. I make my way out of the office and do as my father asks.

Despite knowing that this marriage is good for our family, I hate that I am the sacrificial lamb. I had no intention of marrying until I absolutely had to in order to secure an heir. I throw open the door to my room and the girl from last night is still passed out in my bed. "Get up and get out now." She startles awake, her eyes wide as she looks around. She smiles when she sees me and lets the sheet pool around her waist.

Her breasts are perky and full and my c**k twitches in my pants. I suppose I could find my release quickly and then throw her out. "On all fours now," I order and she quickly assumes the position. I grab a condom from my nightstand and unzip my pants, letting them pool around my ankles. I roll the condom down my thick length and slam home without any warning to the warm body in front of me.

I pound into her as the anger from my conversation with my father lies on the surface. Her screams fill the space of my room and I can feel the familiar build of my release. Five more pumps and I empty myself into the condom. I pull myself from her body. "Now get out" I say, tying off the condom and depositing it into the trash. She grabs her clothes and leaves my room without another word. I head to my ensuite bathroom.

I strip out of my suit and underwear. I appreciate what the gym does for my body as I look at myself in the mirror. It shouldn't be hard to get Luciana Rizzo to fall in love with me looking like this. I just hope she isn't a clingy whiny principessa, or I may have to gag her when we f**k. I step under the hot spray of the shower and wash myself from head to toe. Between the release and the shower I'm feeling more relaxed.

I slip on a pair of black boxer briefs and head into my walk-in closet. I opt for a charcoal gray suit and a light blue tie. I slick my wavy black hair back and slide on my gold watch. Once I'm dressed, I make my way through the mansion and into the kitchen, where I find my mother. A twinge of guilt settles in my belly when my father's words from earlier replay in my mind. "There is my sweet boy. Your father told me you are going to meet with your betrothed today."

"A heads-up would have been nice, ma. I had no idea that dad even set this sh*t up." "Language Enzo. It wasn't my place to tell you. Besides, Luciana is a lovely girl. You should count yourself lucky. She will be a wonderful wife and mother," she says. "I wasn't exactly looking for a wife, ma." She glares at me. "I would like to have grandchildren before I'm old and gray, Enzo. This is a good thing. You and your brother need to stop your playboy ways and settle down before your pischadeel falls off" she says, and the staff behind her giggles.

"Mom, please don't talk about my d*ck. It creeps me out." "Language Enzo" she says again. "Fine ma. I'm going to lunch with dad and I will make nice with the Rizzo girl, but I'm telling you the same thing I told him. She will be my wife and give me an heir, but I will never love her. This is an arrangement made by our fathers."

Sadness flashes in her eyes and it makes my chest ache. "Your father and I were an arranged marriage and I love him with all my heart. I also believe he loves me. I want that for my sons." I round the table and pull her into my arms. "Alright ma. I will keep an open mind," I tell her, knowing damn well I don't mean a word of it. I would do anything to keep a smile on my mother's face. "Thank you my sweet boy," she says before she pulls my head down to kiss my cheek.

An hour later we are pulling up to the Rizzo mansion, which is more like a fortress. We stop at the gate and three guards step out. "Weapons gentlemen. You won't be needing them for lunch," one of the stronzos says. I'm just about to say f**k no when my father hands his weapon over. I look at him like he has ten heads. "Now, Enzo." I grit my teeth but hand over my gun. I can fight, but I do not like being unarmed even if this is a friendly meeting.

The gate opens, and we pull up to the huge mansion. This place makes our home look like a regular house. I step out and smooth out my jacket. I follow my father up the steps where we are met by another guard. "Follow me" he says, leading us inside the lavish home. My head is on a swivel as we move through the place. When we finally step inside the room that I assume is the dining room, my eyes immediately move to Don Rizzo.

"Welcome Marco and Enzo. Please join us, we have much to celebrate," Don Rizzo says. I follow my father and take the seat next to him. When I look up, I'm not ashamed to say my breath catches in my throat. I've only met Luciana once, when she was a teenager with the body of a child. The woman sitting across from me is definitely no longer a child. Her long black hair rests just above her ample breasts. Her deep brown eyes don't look away from me and I can feel my d*ck twitch.

Maybe getting to f*ck her whenever I want won't be so bad, especially if I still get to f**k whoever else I want. Plus, I'm sure she is the typical mafia principessa. More interested in shopping and keeping her husband happy than anything else. I offer her one of my panty-dropping smiles and she smiles back. "I can see you are already smitten, Enzo. That's good," Don Rizzo says. "Yes sir, I think I am."