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“I have a little trouble sleeping thinking about you living all alone in that big house.”
“Mom, I love you, I do, but stop fucking coddling me, ok?” I knew she’d always be my mother first, but sometimes she had to remember that I would be Don one day. When I looked up, I saw a sharp, deep-cutting look in Dad’s eyes and realized my mistake. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have used that language with you.” It had nothing to do with manners, but my father could lose his temper really quick if someone disrespected his wife.
“It’s ok, baby. Are you hungry?”
“Not so much. What’s this is about, Dad? You said you want to talk?”
“I just wanted to tell you about a party this Saturday.”
“For the new place?” The new club, The Mask, was promising to be one of the hottest places in town, and from what I knew, it was totally legit.
“Yes. I have to show face and I want you there too. I want you to meet someone.”
Mom jumped into the conversation.
“But you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“Muse…”
“What? He doesn’t have to go. It’s stupid. It’s a stupid idea, Gino, and I don’t like that you’re putting our son in that position.”
“Jesus, sweetheart, I’m asking him to come and meet the girl, not be dragged to the altar.”
“Wow.” I put my hand up. “What the hell are you talking about, Pops?”
“I have some deals in the making with a friend who has a lot of influence down in Brighton Beach. He’s bringing me some dirty Russian oligarch who is looking to venture into some new business, and the last time we talked, he suggested that he’d like his daughter to meet you. From what I’ve heard, she’s a charming little thing, a few months older than you. I’m just asking you to be there, Enzo, but your mom acts like I’m forcing you into a prostitution ring.”
“Are you going to tell me about the business or am I just bait?”
“Come by the house tomorrow and we can talk, son.”
“Good.” He knew how much I was burning to get balls deep into the business. This was my place, my calling. I was my father’s son, so he had to deal with it. “I’m telling you right now, that I’m not marring some ice-cold, vodka-chugging chick, just so you get this guy to roll over,” I joked with him, and he laughed.
“We’re the Nucci family, son. He’s already rolling over.” Nice one, dad. “The party is a masquerade, so wear a mask. Ok, now that this is out of the way – Hugo, brother, you promised me a steak.”
“Coming, boss.”
Famiglia – it was a blessing to have it.
Chapter 2
Lights. Smoke. Loud music. Sweaty people rubbing on each other. Drugs. Booze. More Drugs. For a man his age, Dad could throw a hell of a party. He was somewhere upstairs with his business associates, and I planned on going there myself, and soon. First, I wanted to look around for a second. There was a little bit of an unusual crowd tonight. I could spot a lot of expensive suits in the crowd, each accompanied by stunning women – mistresses. It wasn’t hard to see that tonight was for business, rather than fun.
I went to the bar, but didn’t have to order, because the man behind recognized me and brought a glass of scotch from the special reserve. I enjoyed the smoky taste while the beat of the music was booming through my chest. As soon as I finished my drink, I slammed the glass on the bar, ready to go and charm the panties off some Russian heiress. I only got to take four or five steps before I was covered in the most sensual perfume. Spice and vanilla, and pure woman sensuality, all mixed in this aroma that almost knocked me off my feet. I couldn’t explain to myself the need to see who put me under a fucking spell with that damn perfume. It was powerful and compelling. Visceral.
I saw her as soon as I turned my head – a golden goddess. She was at the bar, her blonde hair styled around a gold mask, dressed in a short, tight dress in the same golden color. The heels she had on made her feet look endless, despite her petite figure. Without the shoes, she couldn’t be taller than five foot two, maybe five foot three. When she ordered, she leaned forward to speak into the bartender’s ear, and I could see the perfect hourglass shape of her body and her round and appetizing ass. Fuck, I wanted to put my dick inside her right there. I thought about going behind her and grabbing the back of her head while I slipped inside her tight body. My dick reacted immediately, and I forgot everything about the Russian chick I was supposed to meet tonight.
“Put the lady’s drink on my tab.” I smiled at her, and she smiled back. The mask she had on was only covering the top of her face, just like mine. The scarlet red on her lush lips was calling me to taste it.
“I see that chivalry is not dead in America.” She had a very thick Russian accent. She must have been part of the gang coming from Brighton Beach. “Thank you.”
“I have a feeling chivalry is not dead around you anywhere in the world. Men must fight for your attention.”
“Aren’t you a little too young to offer drinks to women?” She was out to play.
“Maybe.” I got comfortable on the highchair next to her. “But I could never resist a woman that rolls her Rs.”
“So, you like Russian women?”
