Twisted Devotion to My Mafia Kings

Three

Nico

I stood with my hands pressed against the railing, looking out at the floor below me. The renovations went along right as planned. The club opened an hour ago and there were already so many people here that it was almost hard to keep track. Almost. I had top security brought on for staff and the security system overhauled.

The gun that I usually had holstered was tucked into the waistband of my pants and hidden by the black suit jacket I wore over top. The black mask that covered half of my face had the etchings of a skull on its design. My family's signet ring tinged against the wood as I tapped my fingers rhythmically.

I eyed my family crest and sneered. I was first in line to inherit my father's entire empire. He was practically the king of Boston and refused to let the title go. The old man had a problem with sharing power even with his own son.

I felt a dark presence sidle up next to me and hold out a low ball glass of whiskey. Dominic. His mask had a skull painted on, similar to mine, only covering the opposite side of his face. I have to admit he is a handsome fucker.

I took the whiskey he offered and sipped it, watching all the work we put into this place come to life. I had decided that if my father wasn't going to hand over the empire I was owed, then I would form my own. Make my own name until the time came to step into the succession that was owed to me.

The lights were low and ambient. Sconces lined the walls. There are several sections of the building now. The bottom floor was the same only upgraded in design and ambiance. A dance floor, bar, and seating area were surrounded by booths on all four sides. The next floor, which was open in the middle to spectate the floor below, was laid out with a bar on the far south end of the floor, booths lining every wall and on the wall opposite of the bar, was a spectating area for those who liked to play. It was also good for those who enjoyed watching. The third floor was sealed and unviewable from the bottom two floors. This floor had an open room for shows and themed nights. There were closed rooms for those who wanted to play in private. There was even a section of rooms big enough for poly-play. The fourth floor held the security team's office as well as mine and Dominic's office. The employee lounge and break room was located on that floor for the privacy of our workers. I paid them well and treated them as equally important. One thing apart from my dad, at least. I valued those who were loyal to me and treated them accordingly.

You couldn't get into this club without a hefty membership fee being paid and background checks. Waiters walked around equally masked and dressed to the nines. Crisp. Clean. Elegant even for a s*x club. Waitresses wore a similar ensemble. Black cocktail dresses, masks for tonight's theme and heels.

I watched as several prominent figures in our community came in. I had been made aware of every key player on the guest list for tonight.

I watched as the Mayor walked in. The slimy fucker always left a bad taste in my mouth. He had a pot belly and hair combed back with an obscene amount of pomade. The woman hanging off of his arm was not his wife and looked to be at least 20 years younger than he was.

I rolled my eyes. I looked to Dominic to see if he clocked the man. When I looked at him, he had his lips curled in a snarl. The mayor was dirty, not that it mattered. My life was centered around crime and violence. I still followed certain commands from my father, although begrudgingly for now, and one of them had been to handle the blackmail set up we had for the Mayor. His pockets were deep, and his loyalty was easily bought to keep his dirty secrets from being exposed.

The police chief, a couple of senators, prominent bankers and even lawyers walked through the doors. One by one, people entered and took in the fresh new design. I had always enjoyed coming to Luxe when I had the availability and when I took notice of their financials and how they were struggling, I couldn't help myself. The owner always seemed to be more in the red than anything else. I gave him an out. The cashflow this place could bring would help the legitimate side of my businesses that I owned. Plus, I got another property under my management.

One of the men who I had assigned to security for tonight from the Moretti crime family came over and whispered in my ear. "Sir, you asked us to inform you with certain people arrived."

I stiffened and looked at the tablet he handed over. Seamus McDaniel and his lackeys were in the waiting area.

I grit my teeth and clenched my jaw. f*****g Irishmen. Seamus is the head of the Irish mob and coming here tonight, knowing that I am the owner, was a bold move on his part. I may not be in charge of the Italian mafia yet, but I was the prince and this was as good as firing a warning shot.

I looked to Dominic and handed him the tablet as I stalked off towards the fuckers.

Tensions between our families had always been high. It was always one of us picking off another's men. Death for death. An eye for an eye. It had gotten to the point of an all-out turf war until my grandfather negotiated a truce with Seamus' Grandfather at the time. The truce still stood, but tensions had been rising ever since he took over. It always went out of sorts when a new head of family was appointed, but until things calmed down I needed to make my presence known.

I went to an authorized personnel hallway and pulled my gun from where I had it hidden and checked that it was loaded before tucking it back. Dominic followed close behind me. He, too, checked his gun and even pulled a knife he had holstered to his thigh. He was the more wild of us. He had a lethal air about him. Both he and I were dangerous, and both of us had taken lives, but Dominic seemed to thrive in the heart of violence where I only did what was necessary to get what I wanted.

Dominic was my closest friend. My parents had taken him in when he had been orphaned. His father was my dad's second in command, and he promised to look out for him when he died. There had been a hit placed on him by the Russians. Every single person involved in that hit was no longer breathing, and we haven't had any conflict with them since. Dominic and I had been raised together, and we were never far apart from one another. We were connected on a level that even I couldn't understand.

Taking the stairs down to the first level, I pushed the door open to the main floor.

The music was low enough not to be obnoxious, but bodies still writhed on the dance floor. A waiter approached offering a glass of whiskey and I shook my head and urged him on.

Dominic and I made our way towards Seamus when I bumped into a small figure. Lavender and roses floated up to my nose in an intoxicating mix of floral perfume. My hands steadied the small body in front of me, and the breath was stolen from my lungs.

The woman couldn't have been more than 5'3. So much shorter than my taller stature. She wore an emerald green dress that had a dangerously scandalous slit that rode high up on her hip. I licked my lips, almost needy to see what was underneath. She had an hourglass figure and a matching green mask with something undecipherable stitched on the side. It was hidden by her hair, and I was tempted to push it behind her ear, feel the soft strands between my fingertips.

"I'm so sorry! Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there." Her voice was like a serenade. Not high-pitched and nasal like a lot of women from around here. She had a hint of gravel in her tone. A rasp that only endeared her to sound sexier.

The woman looked up at me with wide ice grey eyes that reminded me of granite. Her lips were painted a bright red and open in a surprised expression. Her delicate hands landed on my chest to steady herself.

Who was this woman? I'd never felt such a visceral attraction to anyone other than Dominic and to have this tiny sprite like woman in my arms invoking such a reaction was new to me. I wanted to know more.

Just when I was about to ask her name, her eyes narrowed, and she pushed out of my arms and darted across the room to another man. Tall blonde. Looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my name on it. I'd find out later. I'd know exactly who that woman was by the end of the night. I wanted her and would have her. I always got what I wanted. It was just a matter of time.

And judging by the hungry expression in Dominic's eyes and the way his crotch was swelling with the start of an erection told me he wanted her just as badly.

You can run, pretty little thing, but you can't hide from me. I thought as I continued on my path to take care of the problem I had at hand.