by Tia Siren
“Jesus, Christian, it's not like you to have regrets like that.”
“No. That's why I feel like shit. Do you know what I've been dreaming the last few nights?” Rosie shook her head. “Dreams of remorse. I kneel in front of her, naked, and plead with her not to leave me while she mocks me.”
“Wow.” Rosie raised her eyebrows and folded her arms under her considerable breasts.
“What the fuck should I do? “
“You're in love with her.”
“No way. Me? I don't love anybody but myself.” He looked around the room and wondered how many people Rosie's late husband had robbed to get that rich.
“It's true. You are arrogant, self-obsessed, and vain, but take it from me, you love her. What do you feel when you think about her?”
“Like I've let her down. Like she's important to me. But I've screwed women and abused their trust before and never thought twice about it.”
“That just proves it. You care about her.”
Christian stared at the Ming vase on the table in the corner. “I guess so.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don't know. It's too late. She'll never forgive me whatever I did.”
“Set her free. Tell her it was a huge mistake and that you're sorry. Then tell her you love her and want a chance to date her.”
“Sorry and love are words that don't leave my mouth. Besides, Fabio will kill me if I do that,” he said.
“Then stop being a wuss. Leave her where she is and get on with life.”
“I can't. I want her.”
*****
Fabio stormed into the room and looked at Amy. She was tied to the bed by her arms and ankles.
“Why didn't you tell me?” he growled.
Amy was lying on her back and had to crane her neck to see him. She'd spent the last few hours staring at the ceiling.
“What the hell are you talking about? Let me go. You should be ashamed of yourself. You're a bully. I'm just a young woman who has done nothing to you.”
“Your father doesn't give a shit about you, does he?”
“If you'd spoken nicely to me in the first place, I would have told you that you were wasting your time. My father hasn't bothered with me since I shopped him to the authorities for his lurid behavior with young girls.”
“‘I don't give a shit about her. You can kill her as far as I'm concerned.’ That is what he said to me,” Fabio said.
“So your plan to get him back here won't work. Let me go.”
“No. I'm afraid that won't be possible. If I let you go, you'll tell the cops.”
When Fabio left the room, Amy screamed and tried to break from her shackles, but it was useless.
The kitchen in the terraced house they called “number two” was in a terrible state.
“You're a pig, Alberti. Look at the state of this place. Clean the fuck up,” Fabio said.
“Okay, boss,” Alberti replied gruffly.
“Her father doesn't care about her, so he's not going to exchange himself for her. We're stuck with her. If we let her go, she'll go to the cops. Here's what I want you to do with her. You remember how we killed the mayor's wife?”
“Morphine, boss?”
“Yes, morphine. I'll get someone to deliver it. Inject her, wait till she's dead, and then dispose of her body. Dump her at least ten miles out in the ocean.”
“Yes, boss. Will do.”
“And, Alberti, if you fuck up, I'll kill you.”
*****
Maria was lying face down on a sunbed next to the pool when Christian arrived. She hadn't seen him standing in the corner of the yard of her brother's house. He'd been observing her for a few minutes. He'd seen her breasts when she'd removed her bikini top to prevent white stripes. They were beautiful breasts, the type he liked—full and heavy. Normally he would have felt himself getting hard at the sight of them, but nothing happened. It was as if he was suddenly impotent. He hadn't even bothered to look at any of the scantily clad young women on his journey to Maria. Worse still, he was now presented with an ideal opportunity to seduce her, and he didn't care.
“Maria,” he said. She turned over, forgetting she was topless, and suddenly thrust her arm across her chest.
“Jesus, Christian, you frightened me to death.”
“Maria, I need your help.”
“Why should I help you? You threatened me the last time we saw each other.”
“You have to tell me when Alexander Gorev is next coming to the States.”
She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her. “Why? You'll only kill him.”
“I won't, but Fabio might. Do you care? It was only a casual fuck, wasn't it?”
“I won't tell you. Why should I send a man to his death? You can torture me all you want, but I will never reveal when he comes to the US. Why do you want him anyway?”
“Fabio wants him to exact his revenge. He's taken his daughter hostage.”
“So wait until he comes for his daughter.”
“I don't think you understand. Fabio won't release her when Alexander arrives. He'll kill them both.”
“Go and rescue her then. You always play the big hard man. See how hard you can be when you're up against Fabio. You won't last a minute.” She laughed. “Now fuck off. You're standing in the sun.”
*****
Alberti waved to the man and watched as the car drove to the end of the road and turned left. He looked at the bottle and syringe in his hand and smiled. He enjoyed this kind of work. It turned him on. He might even have a bit of fun with her before injecting her, he thought. First he needed a drink, though.
*****
Christian stopped outside Fabio's house and nodded to the guards who were hanging around outside the front door.
“Christian, have you come to hand in the money you've collected?” Fabio asked as he poured himself a glass of wine.
His office reminded Christian of a lawyer's office. There was a large desk in the middle of the room and bookshelves on all the walls. Not that Fabio read much. He just had them for effect.
“Here,” Christian said. He tossed an envelope full of cash onto the table and sat down on the opposite side of the desk.
“What's this?” Fabio asked, taking the money from the envelope.
“A few couldn't pay. They promised to pay more next week.”
Fabio flew into one of his rages. “Fuck you. You're going soft. I told you before, if they don't pay, thrash them. And if they still can't pay, kill them. Jesus, I'm surrounded by idiots.”
“There's more. I want you to let the girl go,” Christian said.
“You've gone mad. No way. I told you before, she'll just grass us up. She's going to die.”
“What? No. Wait until her father gets here,” Christian said, trying to buy himself more time.
“You don't know, do you? Her father isn't coming. He doesn't give a shit about her. In fact, he told me we should get rid of her.”
Christian hadn’t expected that. Surely every man loved his daughter. “So what are you going to do?”
“Kill her. Alberti should be doing that about now.” Fabio looked at his watch. “The delivery should have arrived.”
Christian leaped over the desk and kicked Fabio in the chest. He fell back out of his chair and landed on the ground. Christian took him by the collar and punched him so hard he knocked his front teeth out. When Christian banged Fabio's head on the desk, Fabio fell into unconsciousness.
*****
Alberti's hand shook as he put the syringe into the pot of morphine. In his drunken haze, he couldn't remember whether he should inject her three or four times. What the fuck, he thought. He would pump the whole bottle into her. That would do it.
He climbed the stairs to the bedroom where Amy was lying, asleep, and opened the door. When he saw her, he began to breathe more heavily. He looked at her breasts, which were still encased in the dress she'd worn at the wedding. He walked to her, lifted he
r dress, and looked inside.
“Nice,” he said when he saw her smooth legs.
She woke up and screamed. She thrashed around as never before but was still unable to break the rope.
“Be quiet. I'll be very gentle,” he said. She was wild. She saw the needle in his hand and realized what he was going to do.
Better give her a little bit to calm her down, he thought to himself. He couldn't have any pleasure with her in that state. He grabbed her arm, slipped it between his legs, and held it. He found the vein and injected her.
Amy felt a sudden calm. All feeling in her body was gone, and she was floating without a care in the world. She was conscious of him, but he was insignificant. Alberti went to the foot end of the bed and lifted her dress again. This time he began to push the material up her legs.
The sound of the metal bar hitting his skull made a hideous sound, a dull thud of death. Christian stepped over him and looked at Amy. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was smiling at nothing in particular. He untied the ropes, picked her up, and carried her downstairs.
When he reached the hospital, he burst through the door with her in his arms. “Get a doctor,” he shouted.
The waiting room smelled of stale sweat. It was one of those rooms that was constantly open to the public and always smelled a certain way. Amy had been in the emergency room for more than an hour. Surely they knew what was happening to her by now, he thought.
He stood up and paced around anxiously. When a nurse arrived, he took her by the arm and asked her what was happening. “The doctor will be out in a while,” she said. Another hour went by before a tall man in a white coat arrived.
“She's going to be all right. She's had a high dose of morphine, but not enough to bring any lasting damage.”
“Can I see her?”
“You can see her,” he said.
Christian followed him through two double doors and into a large room full of frightening-looking appliances. “She's in the last room on the right,” the doctor said.
When she saw him, she stiffened and sat up in bed. “Doctor!” she screamed. “Help!”
The doctor came running into the room.
“This man means me harm,” she said. “Call the police.”
“But he was the man who brought you here,” the doctor said.
She looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yes. Without him, lord knows what would have happened to you.”
“All right. I will talk to him, but only for a short time. I don't trust him.”
Christian walked to her bed and stood next to it. She looked pale and drawn. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I was terrible to you. If you can ever forgive me, I would be very grateful, because I have fallen in love with you.” It wasn’t as bad as he'd thought, getting his feelings out.
“You love me? You've got a very strange way of showing it.”
“I killed him.”
“Who?”
“The man who injected you. He's dead, and I don't think Fabio is very well, either.”
“What am I to think of you? When I first met you, I ignored the fact that you are arrogant and strut around the place as though you own it. When we made love, I was more turned on that I have ever been. But you put me in so much danger; I was almost killed.”
He took her hand. She let him. “I know I have done wrong. You are the most wonderful woman, and I don't want to live without you.”
She smiled at him. “You are an impossible man. You are dangerous, conceited, and aloof. I don't know whether to trust you or not. I'm attracted to you, but I don't like what you are.”
*****
“Have a word with your son. He's out of control. I can't handle him. I don't want him turning out like you.”
“Okay. I will. But you know, I wasn't so bad.”
“What? You killed people. You took money from poor innocent people. What do you mean you weren't so bad?”
“I was young and wild then. I've provided for you and the kids with the proceeds of honest endeavors since we got married, haven't I?”
“Yes, you have. But you were bad once. That's why I'm so scared our son will turn out like you were back then.”
“Okay. I'll speak to him. Come here.”
She leaned against him and put her head on his chest. “You know, you're still a good-looking chick, for your age. How about we go upstairs? The kids won't be home for ages.”
“What do mean, 'for your age?' You cheeky swine. Look at yourself. You're gray.”
“But you love me, don't you?” he said.
“Come on. Let's go,” she said, taking his hand.
When Christian finished and slumped on top of her, he kissed her forehead and cupped her face. “You will never know how glad I am that you gave me the benefit of the doubt after that kidnapping incident.”
“You were very lucky. I had a lot of other offers from non-criminals at the time.”
“Did you?” he said, slightly shocked.
“Yes.”
“So why did you choose me?”
“Because you were tough and I knew you'd look after me. I believed in you, despite everything.”
“But it was a year before you called me.”
“It took me a long time to get things straight in my head. Or said another way, it took a year to realize that if I didn't marry you, you would never leave me alone.” She laughed.
He put her nipple in his mouth and sucked. She gasped when he bit it gently. “You still like that, don't you? After all these years you still like having your nipples sucked.”
“Yes, but be careful. If you keep doing that, I'll get turned on again and want more. You're not as young as you used to be.”
“I can perform whenever you ask me to, whether I've just had sex or not.”
Amy laughed. “You’re still so full of shit,” she said.
“But that's why you love me.”
“Maybe. But I don't love it in our son. I want him to be normal. I want whichever woman decides she wants to be with him to have a nice life—not have to worry about what he'll do next.”
Christian rolled off her and played with his penis for a couple of minutes. “See, I'm not as full of shit as you think,” he said when he began to get hard again.
*****
THE END
MAFIA Romance – Her Protection
“Welcome back, Son,” Limonov said. He threw his arms around his son and hugged him. Milan Igorevich had just returned from college after graduating with a degree in economics.
“Hi, Pa,” Milan said. He stepped back and looked at the Palm Breeze Casino. His father had made some alterations since Milan had last seen it. “Making money, I see,” he said.
“Making a fortune, son, and it's all gonna be yours one day. Come on, the guys are waiting for you,” Limonov said.
Milan followed him up the steps and through the glass and chrome revolving door.
“Welcome back, sir,” the doorman said when they arrived in the foyer. Milan noticed the whole interior had received a makeover. The carpet was maroon, and his shoes seemed to disappear in the deep pile of it. In the middle of the foyer, the logo of his father's business had been woven in yellow into the maroon material. Everywhere he looked, Milan saw gold chrome and members of staff in yellow and maroon uniforms.
“Jeez, Dad, you've gutted the place,” Milan said.
“It needed it, Son. As you know, this is the fourth casino in our portfolio, and we needed to have it looking as luxurious as the others.”
“Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that,” Milan replied as they walked through a large hall full of slot machines. A group of well-dressed young women who were obviously in the casino on a hen night turned their heads and followed Milan as he moved past them. One of them let out a wolf whistle, which made him smile. He was used to it. Why some women were offended by being whistled at on the street, he had no idea; he loved it. It happened so often to him. He didn't know which sex was the worst perpetrator, m
en or women.
They walked through another room, which housed the serious gambling tables for roulette and blackjack, and walked down a small corridor to the offices.
“Welcome home,” they all shouted when Milan and his father entered the office.
“Hi, guys. Nice reception,” Milan said. He looked at them, his father's warriors: Vladimir, Dima, Valentin, and Toni. They'd worked for his dad for more years than he could remember. Each of them had his own task in Limonov's business. Vladimir was in charge of narcotics, Dima protection, Valentin money laundering, and Toni, who was Italian, saw to it that the Russians and Italians didn't come to blows by trespassing on each other's territories. Each of them was dressed in a sharp suit with a pressed shirt and blue tie. Limonov didn’t tolerate scruffy employees. The only person who was missing was Dmitri, who'd been shot two months earlier. He’d been in charge of the casinos, and one evening when he was ejecting a rowdy gambler the man had pulled a gun on him and shot him dead. While Limonov bemoaned the loss of any of his men, Dmitri's death had solved a problem for him. It had created an instant opening for his son, who was just about to graduate.
“Congratulations on your triumphs,” Vladimir said. “An economics degree and a US college boxing champion. Not bad for a snotty kid from St. Petersburg,” he joked.
“Hey, watch it,” Milan said. “You're not too big to put over my knee.”
“Toni, get Jessie to bring us some champagne,” Limonov said. “Sit down, Son, in the chair behind the desk. This is your office now. You're the boss here.”
Milan sat down in the leather office chair and looked at the men around him. Now, at last, he felt like part of the team. As a young boy he'd watched these men meeting at the house he lived in with his mom and dad, and they'd become his heroes. They were guys he wanted to emulate, because they commanded respect wherever they went. They were tough and took no prisoners in their approach to business.
When someone knocked at the door, Vladimir opened it. Milan's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was tall and dark, her hair so shiny it reflected the light above her. Her eyes were oval and more sensual than any female eyes he'd ever looked into. He took in her body, her large breasts and the curve of her hips as they pushed against her skirt. Farther down he noticed how smooth and bronzed her legs were.