I’m genuinely fucked.
Beautiful and elegant as she was, I didn’t have to feign my indifference for Margareta after she revealed her true feelings. I hadn’t particularly been eager to marry. I wasn’t the man she wanted. Simple as that. I thought we could make the best of things. She had other ideas.
But Matilde looks at me differently, and I’ve caught this little glimmer of hope in her eyes more than once lately. She’s a smart young woman but still a woman. No matter how practical she sounded that day speaking with her sister, she probably wants what all wives hope for - Love. The same magic potion my little sister thinks she’s found with that crazy bastard she married.
No doubt, Matilde’s sized up her options by now, probably deciding that finding something in me to love will make our arrangement easier to bear as the years pass. Many mafia brides do the same. For fuck’s sake, it’s what my own mother chose with the ruthless asshole I call Father.
But this time, knowing I’m doomed to fail the women I’m sworn to protect, knowing I could lose Matilde…
“Nico? You alright?” someone asks.
No, I’m not. I can’t fucking breathe.
Everyone has joined the meeting by now, and they’re waiting for me, their Capo, to start things. I’ve already had one coup to eliminate in my short reign. The last thing I need is for anyone else to question my strength, leadership or cruel nature.
“I’m fine,” I clip, all businesslike coolness as usual. “Give us your inventory for this latest shipment, Donati, and the timeline for the freighter’s arrival.”
While I’m busy jotting down figures for cocaine and heroin distributions, my office door quietly opens and Matilde steps in. I frown, muting myself as one of my uncles grills another one about dockyard security arrangements.
“Is something wrong?” She shakes her head, locking the office door. “Matilde, this is an important meeting.”
“But I miss you, and I’m bored,” she whispers, playfully.
I scowl at her ill-timed teasing, but my goddamn cock comes to life at once when she paces toward me in that silky green robe with her lush raven hair loose and her bare feet crossing the thick Turkish rug with her toenails painted a pretty peachy shade.
“Matilde, I can’t entertain you right now. I have-”
“I will be quiet,” she promises, shrugging out of her robe.
She’s wearing nothing underneath it, and my mouth hangs open for far too long before I remember I’m on camera. “What are you doing?” I hiss under my breath.
“Interrupting?”
Her tone is so sweetly mischievous I feel the corners of my mouth tugging upward of their own accord. Apparently reverse cowgirl in the backseat of the Mercedes earlier wasn’t enough to get me out of her system. I’m a lucky asshole, indeed.
Unmuting myself, I push back my chair from the desk. “We want trustworthy people on the ground to handle moving the drugs into vehicles.” I discreetly point at my feet, and Matilde saunters over, avoiding the laptop’s camera to kneel and smiling up at me like she’s expecting a marvelous treat. “You should get on that.” The men in the meeting are probably pondering which of them I mean, but I glance at my lap, and my wife knows.
Our supplier chimes in as Matilde, wearing a sultry grin, unfastens my belt and unzips my pants. My cock springs free of my boxers.
That’s when she does something I should’ve expected but didn’t. She gestures at my cock with her hands and mouths one word - “How?”
Her lips are puckered, and her eyebrows are quirked together. My wife is kneeling on the floor asking me how to perform a blowjob.
When I’m in the middle of a major virtual meeting.
I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
I’m going tohappilylose my goddamn mind.
Mute.“Take me in your hand first. Stroke it.”
Unmute.“Yessss… I mean, no, Detroit gets their cut after my city, then Minnesota.”
Mute.“Wrap those gorgeous lips around the tip, tesoro.Lick me…fuck.That's it. Now, try sucking. Just a little. Yes, my good little wife…”
Unmute.“Watch for the teeth. I mean, the cops.”
Mute.“Can you take a little more? Relax your throat.”
