Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Ten

Donnie POV

“Joseph, you and Jameson get rid of the bodies. Dump them where Russo will find them. Me and Armando will unload the guns and have Miquel chop the truck.”

“Yes sir.” Joseph nods his head and gets straight to work hunting his twin down to start their next assignment.

I turn to Armando. “I need to call Miquel. Start unloading the truck.”

I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts, looking for Miquel’s number. Before I could reach it though, Armando calls out for me. “Donnie, you might want to come look at this, we have got a big problem here.”

The only scenario that would make this a problem if there were not guns in the back of the truck. I round the back end of the truck and lock eyes with a young woman. Her hands and feet are bound together, and she has duct tape over her mouth. She is curled up in the far corner against one of the wooden crates crying. She’s barefoot with a matching shorts and tank top pajama set on. Her eyes are wide as she looks back at me. She is terrified.

“f**k!” I say under my breath.

“What do we do with her?” Armando asks. “Want me to kill her?”

When the girl hears Armando’s question, she freaks out even more. She tries to scream past the tape but her voice is muffled. She jerks her arms and legs, trying to get free of the restraints.

What would they need with her? Clearly, she was on her way to her grave or worse. Either she knows something that the Russo’s don’t want someone finding out, or she is the cause of a deal gone sour. Either way, I want to talk to her and find out.

“We don’t kill women, Armando.” I step onto the truck and walk towards the girl. She shrinks backwards, trying to become one with the wooden crate. I kneel in front of her, getting to her level so she feels more comfortable. “The men who put you in here… we killed them. I want to take the tape off your mouth, but if you scream, I’ll let that kid down there kill you. I just want to talk to you. Find out what’s going on.” I lift my hand to grab the tape from the girl’s mouth and she flinches hard, trying to pull her hands up to block my attack. “Hey,” I say softly. I think about Mia and how I talk to her when she is upset. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I lift my hand to her face again and this time she stays still. I slowly pull the tape from her mouth, so that I do not pull any skin off with it. Her lips quiver, her chest rising and falling as her fear seeps through her pores. “What’s your family name?”

Her eyes rake down me sizing me up, “Voglio parlare con il capo. (I want to speak to the boss)” her voice is shaky but still strong. She may be scared, but you can tell by her tone that she knows the importance of strength. She is someone who knows this life well.

“I am the f*****g boss.” I wad up the tape from her mouth and throw it to the ground.

She shakes her head, “I know who you are capo… I want to speak to YOUR boss, Genovese.” Her Italian accent is so rich I can hardly make out her English.

“You think you can just demand to speak to my boss? You are nobody, you speak to ME!”

“I have been sleeping with Francisco Russo. What I have to say, Genovese would want to hear. We don’t have much time either.”

Mia POV

I open my eyes to the sexiest man lying with me. His eyes are still closed, his breathing soft and slow. I've never seen him look so peaceful before. He has me wrapped in his arms where I feel safe. We are both still naked, our skin kissing. I want to lean up and feel his lips on mine again, but I don't want to disturb his peace. I let my lips pull up into the smile that they have been dyeing to show all night. I have wanted Enzo since I was a teenager, and I freaking had s*x with him, and OMG it was so good.

I always thought that he would make the perfect boyfriend because of how sweet he has always been to me. Add in his protectiveness towards me and he is solid GOLD! However, he’s my brother’s best friend and it’s against the sibling rules to date someone so close to them…

God, I f****d Donnie’s best friend, and I liked it. I broke one of his rules. If Donnie were to find out he would freak out, not only on me, but on Lorenzo.

I bring my hand to his chest and trace the letters in his tattoo. His thick length on my thigh grows hard. I gasp at the sudden wet feeling between my legs.

Oh, what Donnie don’t know won’t hurt him.

Last night seems like it was so long ago, and my desire for him is so great still. I spit in my hand and reach between us grasping his thick erection. He opens his eyes and watches my face, “Buongiorno bellezza (Good morning beauty)” he says softly. He grasps me by the nape, pulling my face to his. He kisses me while I pump my hand up and down his shaft. He groans when I squeeze him tighter. In one swift motion, he lifts me on top of him and guides himself inside of me.

“Ahh Lorenzo.” I moan out at the sudden pinch in pain. My walls are still sensitive and sore from our session last night. Despite the pain, the look on his face gives me all the encouragement I need. I ride him hard and fast, milking his c**k until we both c*m. I lift myself off his member and lay on top of him. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck, sending chills down my spine. Both of our breathing is labored but our chests rise and fall in perfect unison. His body vibrates and jerks underneath me as he laughs.

"What are you laughing at?" I giggle at his sudden outburst.

"You’re supposed to be a good girl micetta (kitten)." He grabs my chin with his finger and thumb and forces me to look him in the eyes. "You have tattoos… in the sexiest places. You begged me to f**k you. You’re such a bad girl." He's referring to my sternum tattoo and the one on my right rib cage.

"I’m not a bad girl." When I say that, my cheeks blush. Realization hits me and I feel dirty. I did beg him to f**k me harder, but I had to his slow motions were driving me insane. It was too many sensations at once. Maybe I can be a bad girl for the right man.

Lorsenzo’s phone buzzes and he sets up, pushing me off him and to the side.

“Pronto (ready)… Sei Serio? (are you serious?)... A chi appartiene? (who does she belong to?)… Sto arrivando (I’m on my way).”

He hangs up the phone and his once relaxed expression turns up with tension. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Fuck.” He breathes. “We have to go, get dressed.” he orders as he stands and walks towards his closet.

I slip on the same dress and boots as last night and go into the kitchen in search of water for my pounding head. I open the fridge and pull out one of the many bottles of Icelandic.

I’m standing at the counter practically hugging the bottle of water when I catch a glimpse of Enzo coming towards me through the reflection in the window. He snakes his hands over my lower stomach from behind me and starts kissing me on my neck. I nearly choke on my water trying to get it swallowed.

I’m tempted to bend over the counter and let him take me again because he feels so good, but I hear his front door click open. As if he didn’t hear the door, he pulls my face to the side so he can kiss my lips from behind. He awards me with a single kiss, sensual enough to start the fire back up in my belly.

I expect to see Donnie come around the corner when the shadowy figure dances down the hall, but it's only Marco. He’s looking down at his phone and does not look up until Enzo has already let go of me and I scurried away. My heart pounds in my chest at the thought of being caught. Damn, that was so close.

"Well good morning little troublemaker." Marco teases me when he sees me. "Jayden says hi." The evil smile on his face reminds me of last night’s events. Marco killed someone, and Enzo acted like it was no big deal. Suddenly, I’m scared of Marco, someone who I have known my entire life. I try to back away from him, but Lorenzo places his hand in the small of my back, holding me in place. “Donnie sent me to retrieve you. I will take you back to the club to get your car.”

I shake my head and turn to Lorenzo. “I’m just going to call an uber. I’ll see you later.” I lean up onto my tippytoes and kiss his left cheek, then his right. A traditional greeting and farewell for Italians.

“An uber? I’m here now. Why would you call an Uber.” Marco tries to argue with me, but I’m not getting in the car with him. Something about him pulling that trigger last night without any regretful expression on his face is unsettling to me. Out of all three of them, Marco would be the murderer no doubt. He is hateful most of the time, has little morals, and likes to make people uncomfortable. I have never really liked Marco, but tolerated him for the sake of Donnie. I would rather ride home with Dylan than to ride home with Marco.

Lorenzo eyes me suspiciously, running his hand through his messy hair he sighs. “Marco I’ll take Mia to her car; meet Donnie at the garage, he has a package for me.”

A package? I think back to the envelope that the man in the blacked-out vehicle handed to Donnie my first day back. Last night, Lorenzo refused to answer my questions and then said that I shouldn’t get involved in the stuff that he is in. What could he be in that has Donnie meeting sketchy people with envelopes, Marco killing people, and him shoving guns in people’s mouths when they say something he doesn’t like. Dad was in the Mafia…. I hope and pray it’s not that…

A part of me wants to know but there is a small part of me that wants to stay in the dark. Dad told me not to stick my nose in places it doesn’t belong because it could easily make me an accessory. Dad told me long ago that after he got out, Enzo’s mom and dad were killed by the mafia over a bad bet. He said that casualties of the Mafia always come to those who least expect it.

If they were in the Mafia, just being around them would put me in danger.