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“Now that the Outfit is out of the pizza business, we want to control heroin in Chicago. We want all the heroin business – all territories. For this we will join you in an alliance against the Bratva.” Fraco requests.
“Done.”
We shake on it. Fraco and his men leave. I breathe a sigh of relief. The Outfit and the five mob families that run New York are no longer dealing heroin in Chicago – the feds are sniffing around. I already gave control of the entire east coast operation to the five New York families. I need to make nice with the remaining Razors and the Moya cartel. They can deal all the heroin in Chicago. Perfect. The Outfit will keep dealing cocaine.
I need sleep. I go home to my penthouse.
I climb in bed. I think about Gwen Fielding. My cock is hard. I imagine her underneath me mewling in pleasure. I want to taste that virgin pussy.What is wrong with me?I fuck women. I don’t eat them out. But I just know her pussy is pink and lovely. I want to devour it. Make. Her. Come.What?I don’t care about a woman’s pleasure. My needs are what matters. Their needs – their problem. Not this woman. I want Gwen to come in my mouth. Riding. My. Tongue. I rub my hard cock.Stop thinking about her!Shit! I need to fuck this woman out of my system.
Gwen
I awaken to the summer sun shining through my bedroom windows. Last night? A nightmare.Don’t think about it.
Bobby Vincenzio. Bobby carried me out of that hell hole like I weighed nothing. He saved me. Did that really happen? I can still smell his clean masculine, woody scent. Feel the heat that radiated off his body. He said, “you’re mine.” His voice! Those words ricochet between my legs. I feel goosebumps all over. I have never felt this way before. Love at first sight doesn’t happen.Does it?I want to see him again. Hear his whispers. Feel his touch. Wrap myself in his arms. His lips on my lips. His hard chest pressed against my breasts. I want to…
A knock on my door. My father walks into my bedroom. He carries a tray with breakfast. Breakfast in bed. Wow.Is this my father?He sits down on the edge of my bed, wearing his usual custom-made, dark bespoke suit. Imported silk tie. White button-down shirt.
My father is in his late fifties. But only looks forty. Fit. Trim. Good-looking. Widower. Blond hair turning white. I love him. He means the world to me.
My mother died a week after I was born due to complications from childbirth. My father has raised me on his own. A father and a mother. He never remarried. Only dates beautiful women. A self-made billionaire. Real estate tycoon. He has always provided for me - the best schools. The best everything. I will do anything for him.
“Gwen, sweetheart, how are you feeling?”
I sit up and lean my back against the white quilted headboard. He sets the tray of food in my lap. Orange juice. Coffee. Pink grapefruit. Toasted everything bagel with cream cheese. The same breakfast I eat every morning.
“You need to eat Gwen in order to get your strength back.”
He sits on the bed next to me. He rubs my arm. He is tense.
“I’m okay, Dad.”
I lie.How do I feel?Confused. I do not want to think about the man with the knife. I sip my orange juice. I keep hearing Bobby Vincenzio saying, “you’re mine,” and I am warm all over.Why did he tell me that?
“Daddy, why did that man kidnap me? Why did he say I belonged to Bobby Vincenzio?”
“Darling, I know you have been through a lot, but I need to talk to you about something. It can’t wait.”
Why isn’t he answering my questions?
“Gwen, I am very proud of you. You are beautiful, sweet, smart, always a straight “A” student, and a loving daughter. You have never given me any problems. I have been blessed. I love you so much.”
My father brushes my hair off my face with his slender, manicured fingers. His blue eyes are bloodshot. He did not sleep. He smiles.
“I love you too.”
“You know I am a very wealthy man, and you are a very wealthy young woman. I have put your name on all my assets. You will inherit everything when I die.”
“Daddy, what is going on?”
“Years ago, when I was just starting out, before I met your mother, I wanted to buy my first apartment building. Paul Vincenzio, who I grew up with, loaned me the money. If it weren’t for Paul, I wouldn’t be the successful man I am today. Over the years he has helped me secure low interest loans to purchase even more property. He is an immensely powerful and influential man. He is connected. He has also been my friend - our friend.”
I love Paul Vincenzio. I think of him as an uncle.
“Okay.”
“Darling I am not the man you think I am. I have hidden so much from you. I wanted to protect you from the truth. I wanted you to think I am an honest and honorable man.”
“You are.”
