Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Four

Lorenzo POV

Three Years Ago

I kick my bloody shoes off by the front door and toss my keys into the bowl on the entry table. I press the home button on the panel in the hall and soothing music occupies the once silent room. I unbutton my cufflinks as I make my way to the fireplace in the lounge. I drop the two small black marbles in the vase on the mantel above the fireplace. Two more lives taken by my hands for the Mafia. I remember when there were only a small number of marbles in the bottom of the vase just a few years prior. Now there are two vases already filled to the brim along with this one half way there.

The day I made my first kill I became a man in my grandfather's eyes. I didn’t have time to feel remorse or regret. I was handed a new assignment, and added two more bodied to my count within the next few hours. After drowning my guilt with a bottle of whiskey my grandfather took me into the middle of our family vineyard. I remember he spread his arms out and slowly spun in a circle, showing off his crops proudly. He said… “Each time I take a life I plant a new seed. It reminds me how much I have sacrificed for our family, and helps keep a physical body count of my crimes. It has helped me cope on days that I cannot hold back the guilt. When I sit down and see 30 plants, at least it’s not 31.”

Now, just like my grandfather, I have a plethora of things that only remind me of how many kills I have made. Some days I revel in the power I feel when I add another marble, especially if the person deserves their fate. But other days, when I have to add several because there were casualties who died in war, I feel like the murder I am.

Today is a good day. I finally killed the two men who claimed my father’s life when I was just a boy. I looked them straight in the eyes and made them repeat his name before I pulled the trigger. It was a good feeling - the euphoric adrenalin rush of revenge. I didn’t bother to remove their bodies from their homes. I left them for their families to find, just like they did for me.

I was only five when I found my fathers brains blown out on our kitchen floor. His body was already stiff and his skin was as blue as the ocean. Mom screamed and tried to pull me away but my grandfather took me from her arms and stood me in front of his body. He said.. “We will find the men who did this to him, mimmo (son), and do the same to them.” Which I did. I killed each man in the kitchen of their family home, while their wives and children were out. I feel bad for the sons that will find their fathers like I did mine, but I only feel bad for a second.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Marco’s name flashes at the top of the screen.

Enzo: “Pronto.” (ready – Italian greeting)

Marco: “Did you see Donnie’s name on the hit list this morning?”

I rush over to the computer and click on the mail icon in the bottom corner. An email opens with a list of all the men in my family with a bounty on their head. Sure enough, Donnie is top of the list at 350 g’s.

Enzo: “What the hell did he do?”

Marco: “Some kids broke into his club to rob him. He clipped them. They were in laws to the Russo’s.”

Russo is the rival family who also controls parts of the east coast. They are always trying to come into our territory and cause trouble. There isn’t much I can do from Italy though. I came over here to burry my grandfather after he died and take over the family business. It was so much calmer that I decided to stay for a while and look after Nonna (grandma). I didn’t have to get my hands dirty anymore being the Boss rather than just the Heir. I got to sit in my villa in Italy and call shots from across the ocean. But now, Donnie is in trouble, which means so is his family. I think about sweet Mia and how easy of a target she will be.

Enzo: “Get Mia in a safe house now.”

Marco: “She left on Tuesday for college boss, she’s not in New York.”

Enzo: “I want eyes on her and Donnie. If either of them gets popped, their blood is on you.”

Marco: “Yes Boss.”

Enzo: “And Marco…. Let everyone know I’m coming home.”

Present



My phone buzzes on the table next to the couch. I reach for it, picking it up to see a text come in from Donnie.

Donnie: Thanks for taking Mia tonight. Hope my little sister wasn’t a burden.

I roll my eyes at his ridiculous text. Only he would think that Mia was a burden. Me, I think she is quite the catch, but I have always thought that.

Enzo: Marco go to the cleaner?

I’m curious if Donnie killed Mia’s boyfriend. I know I would have killed him right there in that hotel room. If it weren’t for her being Donnie’s sister and her being in the room, I would have. I would have shot him in the d**k for cheating on her, and then in the chest for breaking her heart.

Donnie: Naw, not this time. I ruffed him up and gave him a warning. It’s the least I could do for Mia.

I roll my eyes and toss my phone to the side. i***t. Now I’m going to have to pick up Donnie’s slack and whack this guy myself. Any man who is willing to put his hands on a woman will do it again. They feel entitled, like they own the girl. This is not the last we will see of Dylan if we don’t take care of him. I glance at the clock on the wall, 4:19 am. I brush my fingers through my hair before standing and quietly tiptoeing into my room. I spot Mia’s phone on my dresser and get an idea.

I swipe the screen to the left and it opens immediately. No lock? Of course she doesn’t have a lock on her phone. What would sweet innocent Mia need a lock on her phone for?

When the home screen loads, it’s a picture of her and Dylan sitting in a picture booth. She has a huge grin on her face while she looks at him with love, while he stares at the camera with no emotion. I don’t know what she saw in him. He’s average height with dull brown eyes and cloudy blonde hair that curls up like a q-tip. He has an athletic build, but no defined muscle. He looks uninterested and boring.

Now Mia, she is the most beautiful girl in the city. She has long dark hair like a purebred Italian. Her golden grown eyes resemble homemade caramel fresh off the stove before its cooled. Her eyes can hide behind her long natural lashes that are as thick as her hair. Her body, which was once chubby, has matured in all the right places. Her hips, waist, breasts, thighs all perfect to me. She is not only perfect because of her looks, but her smile alone can light up my world. She is fun, witty, and at times challenging. She is wife material.

This guy is an i***t for cheating on her. He is a moron for letting something so special slip through the cracks. I bet he cheated on her with someone as dull as him. In fact, I bet he was cheating on her the entire time. He looks like a man that likes to have his cake and eat it too. Just seeing his dreary eyes makes me want to put my fist through a wall. He doesn’t even realize that his days are numbered. He messed with the wrong girl.

I scroll through her contacts until I find his name. I screenshot the contact info and send the picture to my phone. I delete the message thread and lock her phone. I hear her grumble behind me as she shifts on the bed. I look over my shoulder only to catch her gaze.

“Enzo… what are you doing?” her half-asleep voice is so soft and sweet. She rubs her face with her dainty hands and stretches her arms above her head sprawling across the bed more. “What time is it?” she asks.

I open the top drawer of my dresser and pull out some underwear and shorts. “Its 4 am. I’m just grabbing some clothes. Go back to sleep micetta (kitten).” I whisper, trying to coax her to lay back down.

She lays back on the pillow and smiles sleepily at me. She lets out a gentle sigh when she closes her eyes. Like a kitten purring as it sleeps.

I close the bathroom door and turn the shower on. I strip and step beneath the warm water. As I wash my body, I think about Mia; Her luscious lips, full breasts, juicy ass, and eyes you can get lost in. My mind wonders to her sleeping in my bed sprawled out, which excites me even more. A twang of arousal pinches in my stomach at the naughty things I want to do to her. I run my hand down my abs and grab ahold of my hard c**k. I milk it with my hand, pulling and pushing against the length as I think about Mia. I imagine her long black hair wrapped around my palm as I drive my d**k into her ripe pink p***y. I visualize her red lips wrapped around my shaft as she swallows me down her throat. I f**k my hand until sparks trail through my senses causing me to explode. I erupt spasmodically onto the floor, allowing my immediate thoughts of my lust for her to wash down the drain too.

I lean up against the shower wall and pant. f**k. This isn’t the first time I have jerked off thinking about Mia, and most likely will not be the last. This will have to do though, because Mia would never be with a guy like me. A murderer who is only going to end up in one of two places; in a body bag or behind prison bars.