Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Eleven

Lorenzo POV

I have had plenty of one-night stands. I use women for a few hours and then call them a car to take them home once we are finished. I do dirty things to them, sometimes unspeakable things, if they are willing to let me. The woman who I choose to sleep with know what they are getting into before they even get into my car or knock on my door. When I bring a woman to my home its for one reason only – s*x.

Mia is different though. My entire life I have hoped that she would someday be my wife. She has always been the one, my fragile little kitten. She was the first girl I cooked for and let see the softer side of me. The first girl I let sleep in my bed and wake up next to me. She’s the first girl I have ever felt anything for – My first and only love.

Mia was so much more than a one-night stand, yet that’s how she treated it. I thought she wanted more than that but I guess I was wrong. She kissed me with so much need and desire that I believed my dreams were finally coming true but then her demeaner changed the moment we left my apartment. She had me drop her off at her car and asked that I keep our night together a secret. She didn’t lean over and kiss me - didn’t ask to see me again. She bolted out of the car like the seats were on fire beneath her.

I feel used, and for the first time in my life, I feel bad for the way I have treated another woman. I want more than steamy secret s*x with Mia. I want a relationship – a future. I want her to be mine and me to be hers. She has always been my end game. Sure, there has been others who caught my attention but the problem was, they weren’t Mia. I have had a craving for her since I was a teenager that I can’t seem to satisfy, not even last night was enough to feed the hunger I have for her.

I pop the trunk of my car and walk to the back. I fish out a Glock from under the spare tire and push the silencer over the barrel. I didn’t want to carry a gun on my person for Mia’s sake. She looks at guns like she is scared of them. If she allows me to see her again, I plan on breaking her of that habit. If she becomes mine, she will need to carry a weapon. Guns balance out a woman’s disadvantage best.

Donnie said they found extra baggage in the truck last night, and I know that means he has a hostage. I told him to have Armando kill whoever it was, but he said they asked to speak to me by name. Says they have information for me – f*****g disloyal rats. Have the never heard of the Omerta? If someone is ballsy enough to ask for mercy from me, then they are my kill, unless they have information I want.

For dramatic affect to scare the enemy, I kick the metal door open announcing my arrival. It slams on the wall behind it sounding like an atomic bomb as it shakes the entire building. As I come around a stack of wooden crates I am taken back for a moment. The hostage is not what I expected, but instead a tiny woman, no older than Mia. Her hands are bound to her feet in an awkward position, her mouth is covered in duct-tape, and her eyes are filled with tears as Armando presses a gun to her head.

“What the f**k is this and where the hell is Donnie?” My voice echoes off the metal sheets that make up the walls of the building. It irritates me to see Armando with a gun to a girl’s head and it is evident by my tone that my question is more of a threat. “This is bullshit.” I point to the girl with my free hand, “Vi ho detto due di gestirlo! (I told you two to handle it)”

Armando uses his gun to motion towards outside, “He had to take a piss boss. He told me not to touch her but the b***h tried to run.” And then the gun falls back at the girl’s forehead. Her flooded brown eyes bounce back to me, a plea to save her from the kid. What is it with women and thinking I am their f*****g hero. Being the hero never helped me get anywhere. Maybe that’s why Mia was so quick to keep me a secret. Maybe I’m too nice to her and she’s attracted to assholes like her ex, Dylan. I can be an asshole.

I stride to the girl and squat down in front of her. I rip the tape from her mouth, “Speak.” I tell her but her bottom lip only quivers as she tries to crawl away from me. I snatch her by the nape of the neck and tug her towards me, inches from my face.

I almost let go of her when a soft yelp escaped her lungs making my heart pang. I don’t hurt women. She resembles Mia in so many ways; Long dark hair, pink lips and a tiny frame. “My name is Isabella Moretti. My father is Antonio Moretti, underboss to Stefano Moretti, my uncle.” As the girl says her name new strength and confidence is found in her eyes. They clear, the tears retreating back to their tear ducts. She sits a bit taller as if she is wearing the Mafia’s crown. The Mafia princess takes a deep breath. “I have been sleeping with Francisco Russo.” She says it like she’s proud of it.

“So, you’re a traitor slut who has daddy issues. What the f**k does that have to do with me?”

Her eyes tear up again, hurt by my insult. She glances toward Armando and then shakes her head slightly. “Francisco told me things when we were together... things I think you should know.”

I hear the door swing open, and I can tell its Donnie coming in by the way he drags his shoes on the ground with his lazy strut. I don’t even bother to look his way. “Talk.” I demand the girl.

She glances over at Armando and shakes her head lightly. “Not here.” Her lips tremble again, scared because she refused my order. She’s a smart girl. She was born and raised in the Mafia, she would only refuse it she didn’t trust someone in this room, but she dosent get to decide who I trust.

I pick the gun up from my side and kiss her lips with the metal. I run the silencer barrel down her chin and over her cheek. Tickling her face with the cold promise of death. She whimpers and tries to jerk away from me, but I squeeze her nape harder. I bring my voice to a low whisper, inches from her ear. “If you don’t make my time worthwhile cara (dear), I’m going to blow your f*****g teeth out.” I shove the gun into her cheek, pressing forcefully against her closed teeth. “Seems to me like your sugar daddy found out who you were and sent you off for your cement shoes. Am I wrong?” When she doesn’t answer I raise my voice again. “Di addio cara.” (Say goodbye dear)

She shakes her head, “The truck was bait.” She yells, her body quivering like a scared puppy. “Francisco planned on me being dead before you took the guns so that they could pen my murder on you, but the drivers planned on raping me first.”

I jam the gun deeper into her cheek, “Why did Russo want you dead?”

“Russo’s killed my sister, Sophia, six months ago. They tried to pen her murder on your family but my father insisted that you would never support a murder on a woman. Not after what they did to your mother.” Her eyes soften, showing sorrow for me. I don’t need her pity. I squeeze her nape just a bit tighter, warning her not to mention my mother again.

She becomes frantic noticing her mistake and continues sputtering out her explanation. “My father sent me undercover to hopefully get close to the youngest Russo, but the father took a liking to me instead. I was doing a job but it went bad, he found out who I was. Russo is trying to rage a war between the Genovese and the Moretti’s. He wants to slip in when you both are occupied and steal your suppliers.” She looks past me at Donnie, and then her attention flows to Armando. “There’s more… but not here… let’s talk in private. You, me and Donnie.” She glances back at me, her features begging for me to take her bait. “Please.” She whispers.

I’m tempted to shove the gun between her lips and pull the trigger just because I’m in a bad mood, but her father is right. I would never condone killing a woman, especially not one willing to cooperate. Donnie knows me well and before I agree he tosses a knife at my feet. I set the gun down on the concrete and pick up the knife, cutting the girls ropes to free her hands and feet. “You ride with me.” I clutch ahold of her frail arm and yank her up, guiding her to my car. I open the front door for her and motion for her to get in. Once she is inside, I slam her door shut and lean up against it gesturing for Donnie to come closer.

“You believe her?” I ask him as he joins me leaning up against the cool metal.

He slowly nods his head and peaks at the girl through the tinted window. “Yeah. I attended Sophia’s funeral to pay our respects. Her father gave a speech about his drive to find the truth about her death.”

“We didn’t kill her?”

Donnie eyebrows scrunch together, “No Lorenzo, we don’t kill women. Her death had Russo written all over it. I visited the cornier and looked at her file and body. Sophia was raped and badly beaten. They found bite marks all over her body and most of her hair was ripped out. She was brutally attacked and killed for no reason. When I was looking at her, I found that there was a G carved into her chest. They tried to pin her murder on us, just like the hostage said.”

I cross my hands over my chest and sigh. Who does such horrible things to an innocent girl. I straighten up and shrug my shoulders, “Well let’s go to the club and find out what Ms. Moretti has to say.”

Before I make it around to the driver side my phone bings with a text.

I check my watch and smile.

Mia: Are thoughts of me driving you crazy too bello (handsome)?

Mmm, she's thinking about me. I type a quick response and press send.

Enzo: Ti penso sempre micetta. (I’m always thinking of you kitten.)

Mia: I don’t know that that means, but I hope it read “I will see you tonight”. Mom says we are having chicken Alfredo.

I have to teach her Italian. What Italian girl does not speak fluent Italian.

Enzo: I’d rather eat you if I'm being honest… but tell mom we will be there.

I shove my phone in my pocket and slump into my car. I have to hide my smile from the hostage. “So, Isabella, why do you not trust the kid?”