Hidden in Darkness: A Mafia Love Story

by Ali D

“My turn with our girl. Come here Q.” Cohen says, and I look over at him gripping his dick and thrusting it into his own hand, pleasuring himself to the sight of me with his friend, just before he grabs me from behind and rubs his hard on along the cleft of my ass. It’s a surprising turn on and I can feel my body start to get excited all over again. I start to wiggle against him as he reaches around and rubs my clit with his right hand while his left starts pinching my nipple hard. Then he’s grinding into my ass and nipping at my neck.

  “Come again love. Right. Now.” He growls his demand. Between the heat of his domineering command and the sensory overload, I start to see stars as another orgasm takes over my entire being. My head falls back into his hard chest as he lets out another growl as he comes in between my ass cheeks. I feel his whole body vibrate from the force of it and damn if it isn’t an empowering feeling, knowing how I affect these guys. I turn to look to the last king and see the evidence of his arousal as he watches me and pumps his hand along his own impressive length lazily, like he could go on like that for hours. The heat in his eyes is almost enough to set me off again. He licks his lips and without even thinking, I lick mine too. It feels as though there’s an invisible tether between us and he’s pulling me into him with it. I slowly make my way through the water to where he is back on the steps, and I align my face with his cock. It’s a little intimidating to look at up close, long and thick and oddly beautiful. It’s only then that I remember how I have nonexistent experience with a penis until today. I carefully reach out and grab the base pulling towards the head, then I brush the underside with my thumb. I look up into his eyes and see them burning up with desire. I must be doing it right since he lets out a groan. It’s soft enough that it’s only for my ears but does the job because I’m tingling all over again. Knowing just how much I affect him is freeing. It’s making me sexually brave in a way I never thought I could be. I’ve come this far hating the idea of sex and now it seems to be all I want. I move forward and lick the underside of his length and then take as much of it as I can with my mouth. I open up my throat in an attempt to take the whole thing but he’s just too big so I use my hands to help bring him as much pleasure as I can.

  “That’s it baby, just like that.” He groans.

  I can feel him trembling and it has my pussy clenching and throbbing. It’s never felt so empty and ready. I moan at the sensations coursing through my body and it sets Matteo off. I only have a quick moment before I feel his semen coat the back of my throat and I swallow it down feeling incredibly powerful. I smirk up at him and realize this feeling, yeah, it could be dangerous.

  * * *

  Christmas break comes and goes too quickly. Nonno took mom and I on one of his business trips to Italy. We got to go shopping and do a ton of traditional touristy things. Between the architecture and the museums and phenomenal scenery, my whole life felt like it finally made sense. Like, I somehow fought my way from the bottom and lived a dirty, difficult life just so that I could appreciate those moments that much more. I wasn’t just there viewing these things as another rich kid that maybe wouldn’t appreciate the culture and the creativity and craftsmanship that went into designing these stunning buildings and art forms. I saw them and felt otherworldly. Everything we encountered was breathtaking and I am so thankful to have experienced it. I also got to spend a lot of time with nonno covering a lot of bases throughout the different companies he owns. Surprisingly, there are a lot more of them on the up and up than I would’ve expected. I think he was trying to shield me to an extent from some of the gritty and more sordid sides of things, but I walked into every meeting with my head held high and ready for the worst. There were definitely a few times that felt like I was being tested but Nonno was patient with me and every time I made the right call he beamed with pride and my confidence was boosted that much more. Our last meeting included the guys and up until that point, I had thought I’d done a decent job of staying connected to them via Facetime and text. Let’s just say that my inbox is full of enough dirty messages that I feel like I could write a whole book on sexting. But seeing them in person, dressed to kill in perfectly fitted suits was enough to take my breath from me and I realized how much I actually missed them. We talked about how to proceed with the DeLuca situation and Matteo confirmed that he’d been keeping a close eye on his father's business and conversations but has yet to find any of the contracts we need to dispose of. Apparently, he and Cohen have a healthy reputation as computer hackers, maybe even better than SB so they’ll be doing some digital investigating as well. As it turns out, the guys have quietly been my grandfather's soldiers for quite some time. They are being groomed by their own families to take over as Underbosses for the territories branching out beyond nonno’s reach. The current attempt at renegotiation of the contracts essentially states, per my approval, I will be wed to all three of the guys to combine all of the territories together. Legally, of course I could only be married to one of them but there are contractual stipulations stating that upon the point of an official ceremony to symbolically marry all of them, contractually all of the land and businesses are to be transferred into all of our names, as we would be combining some of the major families in the mob, covering a major span of the United States. Nonno specifically required me to be present for this as he is only willing to agree if it is my decision. The boys were adamant that I must want this. I am not to be forced at any time. Technically it’s the only hope to override the original contract and potentially our only solution if we can’t dispose of the original agreements. The problem is, Lorenzo still speaks for the DeLuca family and he’s not exactly agreeable. If it doesn’t benefit him, he doesn’t accept the changes. If I hadn’t been found, I’m sure they would’ve ultimately taken on the lead position at some point though. Lorenzo DeLuca has just been left in the dark about most of it. It turns out that he is more invested in the seedier sex slavery type work, as well as kidnapping and human trafficking, which is not all that surprising considering how nauseating he is as a human being and the fact that all signs point to him for my own kidnapping.

  I don’t know what came over me after all of our meetings concluded but the dark looks in their eyes had me damn near begging for their physical affections and the boys were ready and willing to help me out, they surely didn’t disappoint. There’s just something about seeing how powerful they are without wanting to strip me of my own that lit me up. They haven’t taken it too far but that doesn’t mean there hasn't been plenty of orgasms to go around. Now that we’ve started the second semester and things are in full swing, I feel like things are coming together nicely. The boys have made it a point to keep me in their grasp as much as possible and I’m kicking everyone’s ass academically. I spend a ridiculous amount of time studying though so my grades aren’t usually a concern. SB and I are basically attached at the hip and I never thought I’d see the day but it feels like I finally have a family. Albeit a slightly odd one with vaguely violent tendencies when need be, but I finally feel like I have people I can count on. The real question is, am I an idiot for trusting them?

  Chapter Eight.

  Alessandra.

  “Miss Salvatore, may I please have a word with you?” Mrs. Wilson, my physics teacher, stops me as class ends.

  “Uhh, sure. What’s up?” I ask, feeling a little weird about today. All of my teachers have been assessing me in a strange manner. When I commented on it, the boys told me to brush it off and that they’ve probably just heard some new gossip about nonno that has them on edge.

  “Myself and some of your other teachers have received some concerning information about your academic achievements and based off of your latest perfect scores on yesterday's pop quiz, I’m afraid I have to take it under serious consideration. I’ve scheduled a meeting with the headmaster, and you’ve been excused from your next period. If you’ll follow me, please. We shall go together.”

  She gives me a hard look and proceeds to walk out of the classroom. I’m a little taken aback.
What information could anyone really have about my grades? Following her, I keep my head held high and try to piece the puzzle together.

  By the time we reach the office, we are shown right in. We’ve been expected and there are no wait times.

  “Good afternoon Mrs. Sheldon” Mrs. Wilson nods her head as she greets her, but Nancy is looking at me like she’s going to be sick. She’s worried, but why?

  I cock my eyebrow at her,

  “Nancy, good morning. I trust everything is going well. You’ve kept all of your documents and files well recorded since we last spoke?”

  Her face changes immediately, with a glorious smile and a hint of deviance in her eye.

  “Yes, Miss Salvatore. I’ve managed to keep up with my duties to satisfaction.” She winks.

  At that moment, the headmaster's door swings open to welcome us, and I know things will be fine.

  “Ah yes, hello Miss Salvatore. Mrs. Wilson, thank you for joining us. Let’s just cut right to the chase, shall we?”

  Headmaster Clifford has a profoundly serious expression on his face, almost a frown but honestly, his poker face needs work because there’s also an underlying hint of fear in his eyes and a bead of sweat along his brow. Forever putting the stern headmaster facade in place though, he moves things along.

  “It appears as though some of the students here have noticed you doing some rather concerning things in regards to your tests, such as seeing you use cheat sheets and for some cases, sneaking around after school and replacing your tests with perfectly scored tests. Some students have even come forth confirming that they have been coerced into writing all of your essays, homework and the like. Considering you’ve had nothing but exceptional marks since arriving, it’s rather suspicious that we’re now receiving word that you’ve reached those grades under false pretenses. We’ve taken everything under serious advisement and unfortunately for you we have a zero tolerance policy for cheating as well as bullying and from the evidence we've gathered, you’ve accomplished both which results in an immediate expulsion. Your mother has been notified and is on her way as we speak, although there’s not much left to be said. With several witnesses to attest to your inappropriate behavior, this is what must be done. Being as how your grandfather is a major benefactor to our academy, we will be handling this quietly. I’ve already drafted a recommendation letter to get you into any other prestigious high school academy. I’m so sorry it has had to come to this, but I have to represent the other students and uphold this establishment's expectations. They have the right to feel safe and cared for, especially in circumstances such as this.”

  He blows out a breath as though that was almost too difficult to get through. Little does he know; the difficult part hasn’t even started.

  Staying exceptionally still, and as calm as can be, I maintain direct eye contact without deviation.

  “Mrs. Wilson, with all due respect I’d like you to leave.” I quietly state.

  “Miss Salvatore, I hardly think that would be appropriate given the-”

  “I said leave. Now. Or you will be finding yourself hard pressed to find a job come the end of the day.” My voice becoming louder, firmer.

  Keeping my eyes on the headmaster, I hear the door open and click shut before I make my move.

  “Headmaster Clifford, sir. May I ask which students blatantly lied to you about me? In fact, may I see the proof of said allegations? I mean, you must have proof, right? Written statements, video footage, missing answer keys? Because if not, then that would be rather unfortunate for you. You see, expelling a student without just cause or refutable evidence could bring a rather large issue to your feet and I guarantee, those who’ve come to you wouldn’t be willing to state such bold lies a second time nor would they be willing to sign documentation to verify said claims. Not only would I have the legal grounds to sue you, but I may have some rather damning evidence myself in regard to how you ‘care’ for your students.”

  Although my exterior is calm and collected, I am internally seething. How dare this motherfucking piece of garbage insinuate that I don’t work for my own grades? How dare he lift his snooty nose at me and act as though I’m the immoral one here. It’s the best feeling, knowing I’m about to fuck him up right now. He’s now openly balking at my response to him. Little does he know, I’m far from finished.

  “It seems as though you’ve gotten many of your facts wrong. Not only do I do my own academic homework, but I’ve also made it my business to do my homework on those who surround me from day to day. As you obviously know, I am Alessandra Salvatore and my reach far surpasses yours. I’ve had cameras placed throughout the campus and have kept a very close eye on the goings on around here. You, sir, are a sick and depraved man and I, for one, will enjoy seeing you to your end.”

  Pulling out my knife, I whip it open and take a few steps closer to the pathetic trembling headmaster. I notice the way he attempts to hold back his fear but there’s a noticeable glint of something else too, proving my point about him being a pig. Running my knife down his cheek, I watch the slow trickle of blood that flows down the line of the cut. Lowering my voice, I pour every ounce of disgust and disapproval into my tone.

  “Does it turn you on, the blade of my knife? Knowing I can kill you at any moment? Just one quick thrust into your neck and you’ll bleed out all over this office. Tell me. Or is it only when you make children bleed that does it for you. Pretending you’re some dom, tying them up, suffocating them, locking them up and making your students call you sir. Are you imagining it right now, you twisted piece of shit? I saw the way you tied Avery down and ran your own blade along her thighs, drawing small lines of blood. I saw the way you licked it up before slamming yourself into her over and over again. I heard her muffled screams and sobs. But it’s not just her, is it? I’ve been doing my research. It doesn’t matter what their gender, you just want to defile the youth of this world, isn’t that right? Tell me, do you want to do the same thing to me with my very own knife? Maybe go a little further and cut off my airway, knowing that you can get back at me for putting you in your place and retaining my position as a student here? Would it make you feel like a man, stripping me of my power to establish your own? Really, when you’re just a pathetic old man who abuses his authority over the student body of this academy. You weren’t smart to mix business with pleasure. I’ll have you feel every ounce of fear and pain, you’ve put into those you’ve abused. I’m going to make you suffer.” I sneer, watching the myriad of emotions cross his face. I’ve made him remember his past transgressions, as well as forced him into the realization of what’s to come of him.

  “And let’s face it, Avery is the one who came to you, right? She lets you do your creeper shit to her and she gets control of the school. You are the reason she’s the princess amongst the student body. You are the reason her grades are at the top of the class, yeah? Well, that ends now. You are no longer the headmaster of this school. You will be held in this office until I get ahold of one of my grandfather’s men and then you will be escorted to your demise. Rot in hell, scumbag”

  I shove my knife into his leg and push him into the chair, letting the echo of his screams resonate within the office. Thanks to those nauseating videos, I know where he keeps his rope. Thank god for Nancy, she was instrumental in placing the cameras and backing up the video footage. I tie him up and call my mom and nonno to have someone sent out this way. Luckily mom was smart enough to bring a few of our men with her and is only a few minutes away thanks to her previously being notified of my expulsion. Hearing my conversation must have pushed his fear over the limit, because the acrid smell of piss permeates the air as I start to walk away. Just being in the same vicinity as this filth has me itching to pull the trigger and end his life where he sits but he doesn’t deserve such a swift end. No, he needs to pay for what he’s done. How many lives has her ruined over the course of his time here? On my way out, I warn Nancy to steer clear of the headmaster’s office until things have been addres
sed appropriately.

  “Looks like you’ll need to be the interim headmistress Nancy. You know the job better than anyone else here. Just don’t go in there until after my mom and her men come clean up, ok? Oh, and expel Avery Arden for me, will ya?”

  “You got Miss Salvatore!” She beams at me.

  I know she must’ve been waiting for Clifford’s scumbag ass to be dealt with. No one is this happy to watch someone else carted off to die unless they knew how bad of a human being they were.

  “Call me Alessandra, please. No need to be formal. See you later!”

  I walk away as the bell rings for students to be dismissed for the final class of the day but honestly, I’m in no mood for AP English so I head out to my car instead. Plugging my headphones in I turn on some Hopsin and make my way outside, only to be bombarded by my guys. My guys? Huh, that’s an interesting concept... Matteo doesn’t even bother with pleasantries, he rips my earbuds out and practically yells at me.

  “Where in the hell were you? Why weren’t you answering your phone? What the fuck Alessandra?! And now you’re what, walking to your car like you’re about to leave or some shit? You cannot disappear without communicating it to me, Cohen or Noah. Do you understand? I almost tore this whole building down brick by brick, and the guys were going just as crazy!” He glares down at me like this is somehow my fault and I feel the other two step up to surround me on either side. Like, excuse me for missing one freaking class bro.

  “Um, first off. I don’t have to do jack shit for you. It’s not my fault you went all psycho because I missed one damn class. Second, I absolutely don’t have to communicate anything with you. Yes, as a courtesy, I could’ve let you all know what was going on but under no circumstance do I have to do anything, do you understand? I am not your property. I am a person, an extremely independent person at that. Stop trying to boss me around Your Majesty before it backfires on you entirely. If you’d like to calm down, I’ll let you know what all happened and we can game plan how to move forward.” I pause, waiting for his response. I get a curt nod but nothing more.