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“You should get better at staying away from me, Olivia Jones. I am not someone you want to keep teasing,” he called out as I opened the door. I slammed it shut behind me with force and marched down the stairs.
Me, tease him? He is insane. I am doing nothing of the sort! I am trying to stay away from him. Well, except for this morning. Now he has asked for it. I will pretend he doesn’t even exist.
You’re Wet
Giovanni
This was getting ridiculous. Why couldn’t I get her out of my fucking head? I promised myself and mamma that I would stay away from the girl, but at every opportunity, there I was making shit worse. Why couldn’t I just leave it alone? What was this spell she had me under?
Last night was a problem. I hadn't intended on coming onto her so strongly. But I couldn't help it. I wanted her so fucking bad. As soon as I brushed that soft bottom lip of hers with my thumb and got lost in her enchanting eyes, I didn't give a fuck about my promises. Calling her bambola just slipped out too. It was at that moment that she reminded me of a beautiful, precious doll that my crazy nonna was so obsessed with in her old age. She used to make me sit with her and brush the doll's long brown hair as a small boy, which I hated but did out of love. Olivia was just like that doll. Beguiling but with a cold exterior. And then, after that compromising situation this morning, I was ready to throw all sense out the window and take her up against that cabinet. Yet, she was playing hard to get. Something I had never experienced before. I had never had to work this hard to get a woman's attention and it was fucking with my head.
Maybe I just needed to get laid. It had been a few days. Actually, the morning of her interview was the last time I found any release. Maybe that was all this was. A build up of sexual frustration. I do not feel shit for women. I do not feel shit for anyone but my family. Family first. Always. This girl had a strange effect on me and I didn’t like it one little bit. I needed it to stop.
Picking up my phone from my desk, I typed out a text to Mia’s number. She was the most likely to come at the drop of a hat, no questions asked. We had an agreement. You could call us fuck buddies. There were no emotions involved on either side, I made sure of that. She knew what this was and was more than okay with it. Within five minutes, she had texted me back that she would be over in half an hour. I headed out of my office towards my bedroom but froze on the landing when I heard Sani’s whining voice.
“What!? You can’t! It’s not fair!” I watched him stamp his feet as I leaned over the railing and peered down below at Sani, Raya and Olivia in the corridor of their wing.
“This is a lesson in compromise. Today, we will spend the day outside playing, learning and having fun. I have an amazing day planned for both of you and I know you will love it. At 3pm, when you come back inside for your afternoon snacks, you can tear down the games room barricade and spend as much time in there as you like. That is called a compromise.”
Sani folded his arms across his little chest and scowled at her, but she just ruffled his hair and took Raya’s hand in hers as she stood up.
“Let's go party people! Your day of fun starts now!”
I watched as she dragged them reluctantly down the stairs and out of sight. I couldn’t help but be impressed by her courage and perseverance. I wouldn’t dare block off that room from Sani. He was terrifying when he went into full melt-down mode. She had some iron balls. Perhaps mamma was right after all, she was perfect for them.
I pushed the thoughts of her deep down into the depths of my mind and focused on showering before Mia arrived. The intercom in my room buzzed and it was Mattio, my head of security, asking for permission to send Mia up. After a few minutes and a faint knock on the door, I pulled Mia into the room by the belt on her dress and slammed her lips against mine. I didn’t want to have to talk. I just needed the release. Her hands gripped up into my hair as I lifted the cotton dress over her body and head.
“Someone is in a rush today?” she smiled seductively, and I just pulled her back to my lips as her answer. I wasn’t in a rush, yet I felt like I wanted to get this over with. This wasn’t for enjoyment for me. I realised that her kiss, tongue and hands did nothing to set my world alight. Just caressing Olivia’s neck this morning caused more passion and desire to erupt through me than this. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter as I tried to black out any thoughts of her and focus on the woman in front of me.
Lifting Mia by the waist, I threw her onto the bed aggressively before pulling the fluffy towel around my waist off and discarding it on the floor. Her hooded eyes scanned my body appreciatively as I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the bed towards me. She squealed in delight, but it had no effect.
Flipping her over onto her front so I didn’t have to kiss her, I spat on my hand and rubbed between her legs. I don't go down on women I am not really into. It's too intimate. Luckily, I didn’t need to as she was more than ready for me. Lifting her backside into the air, in one swift thrust I slammed into her, causing her to cry out. I squeezed my eyes shut as she continued to moan and say my name as I pounded relentlessly. It was irritating the fuck out of me. I didn’t want to hear her. Leaning forward, I grabbed a fist full of her black hair and put my hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. But it was still no use. I could feel myself losing my erection. The tension was still in my body but I couldn’t find my release. I closed my eyes again and allowed the images of Olivia to come to the forefront of my mind. Her lips were so full and inviting. The feel of them brushing against mine this morning. Her delicate neck and lightly tanned skin. Those eyes that seemed to always be set in a menacing glare towards me. The feel of her body moulded against mine, trapped between the cabinet and my strong frame, completely at my mercy. That did the trick as I groaned out my orgasm and shuddered to a halt.
I opened my eyes as I pulled out of Mia swiftly and disposed of the condom. Sitting down on the bed, panting heavily, I ran my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was that? That had never happened to me before.
I felt Mia’s hand rest on my shoulder as she climbed down the bed to sit next to me.
“That was amazing as always,” she purred in Italian. I gave her a small smile.
“I have a meeting. Can you see yourself out?” I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
“Sure. See you next time,” she winked as she picked up her clothes from the floor and started to dress. I ignored her comment and turned the shower on for the second time that morning to wash away any trace of her on me. I had a feeling that there wouldn’t be a next time for Mia. She had not helped to relieve this ache and need deep inside me. And I wasn’t sure anyone could. Anyone that wasn’t Olivia. I was screwed.
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“Giovanni, who do you want to delegate the killing contract for Massimo Novalli to?” My capo of Trieste and closest cousin, Maximus, asked.
I rubbed my hand down my face as I thought about who to give that burden to. This was an important client and the job needed to be done seamlessly, but I also knew whoever I gave the order to would have to live with the guilt for the rest of their lives. Just like I do. I may not be the one pulling the trigger, but I am the one giving the order, so I am just as much a killer as them. This target had a family, a wife and two young children. He owed Dimitri hundreds of thousands of euros through a gambling debt and he had stopped paying. Apparently, that was enough to warrant his death.
“Tommas. He proved himself to be a skilled soldier and deadly assassin in the last contract. Ask him. He will receive 20% of the fee beforehand and the other 30% once the job is complete,” I commanded, and Maximus nodded his head.
“What of the Leone family? Any inside information from our spies?” I asked my Capos. These were my most trusted men. Most of them were family, distant cousins who were each in charge of their own area of Northern Italy. We were the largest of the Northern families and controlled Venice, Verona, Trieste and Vicenza. The Leone family also had a presence in Venice, which meant they were our biggest threat.
“No Boss. Everything seems pretty low key right now,” Leo, my Capo of Venice answered. That wasn’t good. That meant something was brewing. The Leones are never low key. They like to rave and flaunt their successes, no matter how small, in our faces.
I stepped towards the window of my meeting room that overlooked the back lawn of the grounds. My eyes fell upon three figures running around the lawn, weaving in and out of the sprinklers, squealing with delight. I smiled at the faces of my siblings who had pure joy written all over them. Their hair was wet and their clothes were soaked through but they were having the time of their lives. And then I saw her. The same look of happiness on her face as the kids. Her chocolate-coloured hair looked almost black as the water dampened it and her tight white strappy top started to go see through, slick against her skin, as she ran through the fountains of spray, chasing after the kids. She looked so different when she wasn't scowling and full of rage. She was mesmerising. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Boss? Giovanni!”
