by Samantha Lee
“Oh, well, if you finish early let me know.” Donato hung the phone up and dropped it on the sofa. He walked out of the door and left the VIP room for the dance floor.
He found the brunette woman he wanted. She was dancing with a man. He couldn’t tell who he was because his eyes wouldn’t focus. He pushed the man out of the way and grabbed the woman.
“Dance with me.” Donato said to her, he stumbled a little then righted himself, he thought he saw her smile at him, but he couldn’t be sure. He pulled her back toward him and thrust himself against her ass to the heavy beat. She ground against him. He bent over her and whispered into her ear, “Do you know who I am?” he asked.
“Yes, women come here to catch a glimpse of you, the gorgeous Italian. I came here wanting to meet you.” She said and rubbed her ass against his dick suggestively.
He smiled. “You have found me.” He sucked the tip of her ear, he thrust himself against her again, silently telling her what he wanted. The song ended Donato was sweating and needed another drink. He pulled her off the dance floor and to the bar. The strobe lights made his eyes hurt. The bartender caught his eye and he mouthed, “Another” and pointed up to his VIP room. He pulled the woman again and took her upstairs. He pushed her into the room and she fell onto the sofa.
Donato draped his body on top of her and kissed her. The kiss was a sloppy combination of tongues and lips. He groped her roughly and lifted her dress over her head. She didn’t have a bra or panties on. “Sexy little bitch.” Donato said. She undulated showing him her most intimate place. He smiled, and pinched her nipples hard, she sucked in a breath.
Donato heard the waiter arrive but he didn’t stop what he was doing. He stuffed two fingers in her center, she was wet enough. She opened her legs wider. He pulled his shaft out of his pants and rubbed it up and down. Donato reached in his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “You want this dick?” he pinched her nipple again, “you like that?” He kissed her again and rolled on his condom. He pulled back from their kiss, “I am going to fuck you, you little bitch.”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
“You are going to love everything I do to you?”
“Yes, just…please.” She rubbed her breasts. He bent down and suckled her, “Open wide for me.” He pulled her waist to his, then pushed inside of her. Donato sucked in a breath her wet depths pulled and wrapped tight around his throbbing shaft, “Ahhh, so fucking good.” Donato thrust inside of her. “You like that Yvette,” he said. “You gonna take it Yvette?”
“My name is Stephanie,” she said.
“That’s what I called you. Shut up bitch, and enjoy what I am giving you.”
He closed his eyes and pictured Yvette’s long brown legs wrapped around his waist, and that it was her moaning, pleading, and wet with desire for him. Donato pumped faster, harder, the image of Yvette at the forefront of his mind.
He wanted Yvette for more than the information she could provide. She was willful and independent, she needed someone to own her. Someone to show her the vulnerabilities that lay inside of every woman. She needed to know her place behind men and only a strong man could do that. Donato knew he could do it, he could show her the truth of her desire for someone to step up and control her. His need to be the man to do so grew with every rejection.
The thought of dominating Yvette made his balls tingle. He began thrusting hard and fast inside of her, he came. “Yes, that’s it. Take it.” He said and thrust inside of her one more time before he rolled off her, and onto the floor. His dick rapidly softening in front of him. “Get lost.” Donato said to the girl. He heard her scrambling to get dressed. “Will you call me?” she asked. Her high pitch voice grated Donato’s throbbing head. “Sure, leave your number when you leave.”
***
Sandra sat in the middle of her favorite warehouse, taking in all it offered. The stillness and damp darkness relaxed her, and the occasional pained moan from Jim only helped her focus her thoughts. She sat and thought about how she could take over the Family before her brother. Stefano didn’t want to run the Family, he was happy with where he was within the Family, she needed to figure out how to get rid of Donato. Sandra rubbed her temples, her phone clutched loosely in her hand. Her mind raced with ideas, how could she put her plan in motion. Her phone rang.
“It’s me.” Mario said as a greeting.
“What?” Sandra asked.
“I thought you might be interested in knowing Antony threatened Donato tonight.”
Sandra was silent, Antony gave her what she needed, he started a conflict between himself and Donato, she could use this. She needed something big, something that neither Family could hide or sweep under the rug. Someone would need to be the fall guy, the one left out to dry, and she needed that guy to be Donato.
“Does my father know?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think so, Donato is at the club getting drunk and fucking.”
“Good, don’t let him know about it, I have a plan.” Sandra said.
“Copy that, tell me if there is anything I can do to help.” Mario said and hung up the phone.
Sandra clutched the phone in her hand, and thought about Mario. He was a dog who betrayed his master, and a dog who betrayed his master should be put down. Soon she would put him down.
She couldn’t allow someone who was not loyal to remain in the Family. She turned her mind from Mario, she would deal with him soon enough. Antony gave her the conflict, she needed to instigate it. A plan was forming just out of her reach. She reached for it and grabbed it. Antony had to get hurt because that was the only way Pio would act and if Pio acted, her father would as well. Pio and his Family were stronger than the Belmonte’s and if Pio flexed his strength to protect his son, her father would need to do whatever he could to appease him, including give up his son.
A thought popped into her head, she stood up. She needed small explosives, blowing up his car while he was nearby may be enough to get things started. Antony didn’t need to die, he needed to be hurt but not murdered. If he died, there would be a bloody war between the two Families, and if her Family was wiped out by his, then what was the point of all her plotting. She clutched the phone in her hand brought it to her ear. Sandra called Julian, her friendly neighborhood arms dealer.
“Yo,” Julian answered.
“Hey, this is Lady Death.”
“What’s up Lady D, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Death took a vacation?”
Sandra smiled, “Death doesn’t take vacations, just waits for the next call.” Julian laughed. “I need a car explosive. Something small that wouldn’t cause too much damage.” She paused as she kept talking her plan laid itself out in front of her. “Something I could control remotely. Do you have something like that?” She listened, “Good, I am on my way.”
Sandra was already walking out of the warehouse before she hung up the phone. She looked back at the warehouse that hid Jim, B&E’s CFO, she was supposed to kill him but she would need to do it later, but death would come to him soon. Sandra stepped out of the warehouse, the chill of the night surrounded her. She breathed in the crisp air and let it fill her lungs until they burned, she exhaled and got into her sleek silver Audi. She needed to see a man about a car bomb.
***
Yvette enjoyed the way the hot water felt against her back. Whenever she felt stressed about an issue and it weighed her down, a shower was her cure. There was something about the way the hot water caressed and comforted her naked body, like a lover telling her everything would be fine. The water washed away her worries and left her feeling new and fresh, ready to take on another day, or in this case put one behind her. She had never felt more cornered by her own emotions. She had just met Antony and already he was on her mind more than he should be for such a short acquaintance. When she thought about her feelings logically, she knew her feelings were superficial. She lusted after Ant
ony, she didn’t feel a true connection with him. She wanted him, she was very attracted to him, but that couldn’t be all there was to deciding to be with someone. No, an attraction this strong, one that washed over her like a heavy tide carrying her under, was trouble with a capital T. No matter how much Antony insisted she stop resisting him, she would not give in. She knew if she gave in, the intensity of her feelings would grow to the point where they would consume her, and she couldn’t let that happen. If she did what would happen to her career? She wasn’t designed to be a kept woman and in this industry if a rumor started that she slept her way to the top, she would never be considered for another job again.
Yvette’s mind raced with thoughts of Antony, her future, and their possible future when she climbed into bed. She pulled the covers over her head, emotionally exhausted, she knew the only decision she could make was none at all. She reached for sleep, so she could run away from her worries. She closed her eyes and welcomed the quietness sleep provided.
Chapter Seven
Antony looked at his watch, it was seven at night. He and Sal made a lot of progress. Sal’s soldiers did a damn good job when they took inventory of the storage units. Antony made a map of the pier and the trailer contents. He knew what each bin or trailer contained but he didn’t know who sent them, where they were supposed to go, and how much they paid Peter for the service. Antony rubbed a hand down his face.
Sal interrupted Antony’s thoughts, “We need to get this bin moved to a secure location, it’s got a Picasso original in it.”
Antony’s brows shot up, “Do we know who owns it?” Antony asked.
Sal nodded, “Yeah, this is one of the few manifests we could find. This is Nelson’s, that super rich kid nobody knows about.” Sal said.
Antony tried to remember how Nelson looked, “Oh the goofy looking kid.” Sal nodded. “What the fuck is that kid going to do with a Picasso? Trade it for beer?” Antony asked.
Sal laughed.
Antony picked up another sheet of paper and told Sal, “We need to get that moved. Put it as a priority, and contact Nelson.”
Antony sighed, he would need to talk to the boss about this. There was a high chance they would need to compensate customers for the delays, and for mishandling their goods. It was going to cost the Family a lot to climb out of this mess. Was that Torre’s goal? To ruin the Family? But what if it wasn’t Torre this time, then was it the Belmonte’s? They’ve been fucking around in his shit lately too.
Antony stood and motioned for Sal to leave. “I need to call the boss.” Sal moved the papers he had on his lap to the floor and left. When the door closed Antony pulled out his phone, he pressed the first person on his recently called list and waited. “Figlio mio, what is it?”
“We have a problem.”
His father laughed, “Don’t we always?”
“This is different.” Antony said, he told his father about the missing manifestos, unknown shipments, and unknown owners.
“It’s going to cost us,” Antony said ending his report.
“Money is not an object, we have enough, and we can get more. Keeping the business going is what is important. Do what you have to do, if I could kill a man twice...”
“I understand.” Antony said, then asked. “Did you order an interrogation before his execution?”
“Yes, but Torre said he died from shock before they could question him. A coward’s death, fitting for one like him.” Pio said.
Antony was silent then agreed with his father, “Yes, fitting. I have to go but I will be home tomorrow for a visit.”
“Good, I should see my son and underboss more than once a week.” Pio said.
“I know, I know, talk to you later.” Antony ended the call.
***
Yvette looked up when she heard the tapping sound at her door. It was Antony’s friend. The handsome one that picked up her condom. “Hi, what can I do for you?” Yvette walked to greet him. He walked in and sat on her sofa. “Nothing, Antony had to take a phone call and seeing that you were here, I thought I would wait here.”
Nope, Yvette thought. She was not going to have Antony’s friends befriending her, that meant that they were acknowledging something between she and Antony and there was nothing between them, at least, nothing she would admit to.
“That’s nice, but I need to finish up here, so you can wait outside Antony’s office.” He shook his head.
“No, I want to sit right here.” He patted the sofa and smiled at Yvette. She was taken back at how his smile removed the menace from his beautiful face. He pulled off his suit jacket. He and Antony always wore suits and matched down to their socks. The way Sal had his leg crossed over his thigh, Yvette could see his socks matched his gray tie that stood out against his white shirt and black suit jacket.
“If I say please, will you leave then?” Yvette asked.
“No, I have a few questions for you though.” Sal asked, his voice was deceptively calm.
“What kinds of questions?”
“How do you know Donato Belmonte?” Sal asked.
Yvette looked at Sal hard, he didn’t flinch under her glare. How did he know she knew Donato? She was getting annoyed at the amount of bullying she was experiencing between this guy and Antony. She found herself giving in way too much. This shit was getting old fast, but there was something about both of them. There was a dark aura that couldn’t be completely contained and made you uncomfortable in their presence.
“What’s your name?”
“Sal Carlini, now, tell me how you know Donato Belmonte.”
Yvette sighed, “How do you know I know Donato?”
Sal shrugged, “I know the voice, and he was yelling at you over the phone the other day.”
Yvette’s eyes narrowed, “How do you know Donato?”
Sal rolled his eyes, “We run in the same circles. Now, tell me.”
“I don’t know Donato per say, we went on a date and he won’t leave me alone now,” she said.
“Have you told him to leave you alone?” Sal asked.
“No, I just enjoy reading his stupid ass texts and hearing his insults. I think maybe if it happens enough, I could love him.” Yvette said sarcastically and frowned at him, she pulled her phone out. Yvette swiped her passcode and shoved it at him. “See,” Yvette watched Sal read through the texts.
“Hmmm,” was what he said and gave her phone back.
“Hmmm, that’s all you have to say?” Yvette rolled her eyes. She had enough. Sal could stay and she could go. She stood, and walked to her desk to began packing her things.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Going home.”
Yvette expected to hear Sal but instead she heard Antony answer, “No, you’re not.” Antony said from the open door. “You will wait on me and I will walk you to your car.”
Sal stood up, “You ready now?”
Antony shook his head, “I need to talk to you first.” He turned to Yvette, “Wait here for us, after I fill him in on a few things I will come back to get you.”
Yvette almost told him no, she almost told him to go fuck himself, but she didn’t. She nodded.
Sal and Antony left her standing in the middle of her office with a bag in her hand. She dropped it and turned toward her desk. She hoped Antony didn’t take too long, because she was exhausted.
***
Antony looked at his watch, “Damn, it’s late, it’s almost ten.” He looked at Sal, “Let’s call it a night. We can pick up here tomorrow.” Antony stood and stretched his arms over his head before he turned to walk toward his desk. He grabbed his keys and his wallet from his desk and shut down the computer.
“Did you find out anything from the boss?” Sal asked.
“Yes and no, I have my suspicions but I don’t have any real proof.”
“Suspicions of what?” Sal asked.
“I think Peter had a backer, someone who made him feel comfortable enough to try this shit. I can’t believe he would
have gotten away with this for as long as he did, if he didn’t have someone from high up in the Family helping him out.”
Sal ran his hand through his short-cropped hair. “Shit, even if he had a backer, he had to have known eventually the shit was going to hit the fan.”
“Right, so it had to be someone high enough in the Family that he could rely on. Someone who he could trust would make problems go away before they got to the boss.” Antony grabbed his jacket off the chair and walked to the door.
Sal opened the door for him and whispered, “Someone like Torre.”
Antony didn’t respond because he didn’t want to be the one to confirm that kind of an allegation, but Sal was right. The only person he could think of was Torre.
***
Yvette sat in her office, her anger mounting, she was going home, she didn’t care if Antony wasn’t done, she was leaving. Sure, it was dark and she was in Hell’s Kitchen, which wasn’t the place to be at night, but she didn’t want to stay here for another minute. She wanted the comfort of her own home, she couldn’t be here until ten at night waiting on Antony just so he could walk her to her car, an act that took five minutes.
The fact that she waited this long was unbelievably stupid of her. Yvette grabbed her bag and keys and walked to the door with a determined stride, she opened the door and ran into Antony. He grabbed her waist.
“Where were you going?” he asked not letting her go.
“Home. Where I should have been two hours ago.” She said against his chest as he pulled her closer. He rubbed his hand down her back. “So you must be done with the financial reports?” Yvette pulled away from him and he let her.
“There’s a lot to go over and I have more questions than answers, but I will get those answers to you next week.” Yvette said looking into his eyes. She could see the amusement in his eyes that matched the slight grin on his face. He found her situation funny? Well, if he found that funny he should be rolling on the floor at what she had to say next.
“I will not stay late anymore.”