“Oh, that sounds like fun.” I take a sip of my wine. I’ve been out more times with Cat and the guards than I have with Nello.
“We’ll go tomorrow night.”
I nod my head.
He gets up from the table and I recognize the look in his eyes.
“But for now, I’d like to kiss you.”
“What about dinner? Is it because my lasagna’s disgusting?”
He looks back at it and then at me.
I know he thinks it’s terrible.
“It’s not bad.” I see the corner of his mouth come up in a smirk. He really doesn’t know how to smile.
He takes my hands in his and raises me to my feet. He pulls me in close and kisses me tenderly on the lips.
“I missed you today.”
This is the first time he’s ever spoken like this to me.
“You did?” I try to keep the surprise out of my voice.
“Mmm,” his response is swallowed by our kiss.
I tangle my tongue with his and feel him grabbing me through my clothes. He pinches my nipple between his two fingers and hums his approval when he feels I’ve got one of the thin lacy bras on from the lingerie stash.
He bends and picks me up by my waist and settles me on the kitchen table. His eyes pierce through me. I grab him by his tie and pull his mouth to mine again. Seeing him back in a suit again reminds me that he’s heading back out tonight. The thought of sleeping alone sends a pit into my stomach.
He laces his fingers through my hair and brings his palms down to my nape. I lean back onto the table and he quickly removes our pants.
His erection springs free and he strokes it a few times before penetrating me. He holds one of my legs over his shoulder and bites the corner of his lower lip as he brings himself in and out of me. He gets into a rhythm and I hear everything on the table clanging. One of the wine glasses rolls off the edge and smashes to pieces.
He doesn’t let up. My breathing comes in pants as I move my hips in sync with his.
My moans drown out the clanking while he fucks me senseless. I can’t even think. My mind goes blank the closer I get to my release.
“Violet,”
I come apart hearing Nello use my name. My pussy clenches tightly and milks his cock as he finishes inside me.
I’m sated as he pulls out of me and plants a kiss on my forehead.
“I really do need to go back to work, dolcezza. I’m sorry.”
I usually don’t see meaning behind his words but he really does look sorry to be leaving me.
I return his kiss and let him lift me off the table.
I decide to make the best of it while he’s gone and make a plan to look up the best places to find a dress for the banquet. I’ll call Caterina and we can search together over the phone. Maybe it won’t be so bad.
Antonello
Things have been a fucking mess. I can’t believe how bad this feud has gotten. The Crisantis will stop at nothing. Lorenzo got tired of waiting for an answer about his daughter so he came at us with more terms. He can’t just come out and say it, though. His sick twisted way of communicating is to continuously take stabs at our business and our men. Not that we are the nicest guys in town, but we at least try to have some respect for the other famiglias. He already intercepted more of our shipments at one of our ports down in Philadelphia plus he attacked us in two of our clubs, one being the night Matteo got shot.
I’ve been beyond irate. We lost three soldiers so far. They were three of our good men, too.
We’re winning this battle but so far we’ve had to watch our backs every minute. We’ve retaliated and exhausted every effort to fight back but it’s still not enough.
I spent all day interrogating one stupid fucker who wasted my time.
I wasn’t even home yet and I got word of an incident about to go down tonight.
Niccolo is a spy for us. He’s a cousin to the Bianchi family but he married into the Crisanti family. His father was a loyal member of our famiglia but Niccolo had a different life mapped out for himself. He wasn’t going to be destined for a life of organized crime, so instead of following in his father’s footsteps he took a different path. A smarter path. He was working on Wall Street when he met his now wife, Gabbie. He didn’t realize until it was too late that she was part of the Crisantis. He was pressured into a life in their outfit.
Lucky for us, he’s loyal as fuck.
To his real famiglia that is.
He was born one of us, so in his mind he’s still one of us. He’d do anything to get back on our side, but it doesn’t exactly work that way. Instead, he takes any information he can and he feeds it to us. Unfortunately, he’s kept out of a lot that goes on in his famiglia because some in their outfit don’t trust him, for good reason. But he calls us when he can and gives us whatever tips he’s got. He risks his life to help us. Lorenzo and their capos trust him. That’s all that matters. Once he loses their trust, they’d kill him instantly.
Niccolo called into us earlier with intel. Gian called me immediately with the update.
As it turns out, the Crisantis are planning to send an ambush into our strip club tonight. Thursdays are our big nights for high roller gambling in our VIP room. It’s invite only but highly sought after.
It’s also highly illegal.
And highly profitable.
We need to be ready for the attack and kill them before they infiltrate.
I pull into the club and crack my neck. It’s been a long fuckin’ day.
I get inside and go right to the office. Tony, Stefano and Gian are in there already passing out shot glasses. Matteo is still in recovery. Tony is sharpening his knife and holds it in between his fingers so he can get his shot glass down.
“We’ve still got a few hours, Nello. Drink up.” Stefano shoves a glass at me and I down it quickly. It burns my throat and I’m not even sure what was in it.
They start to fill seconds.
“Look at this testa di cazzo,” Tony laughs as I shake my head at a second shot. “Only one? How are you going to get through a blow job with one of the whores if you’ve only had one shot?” He’s cracking up at his own joke.
Stefano jumps in. He’s the only blonde one out of all of us.
“Nello hasn’t gotten a blowjob in weeks from the whores. What gives man? You sick?” He also thinks he’s funny as fuck.
Usually Gian would jump in next, so he throws me off guard when he defends me.
“Nello’s got a girl now, remember?”
“Why the fuck would that stop anything?” Tony is still cracking up. A few months ago I would’ve thought the same thing, but lately I probably couldn’t even get myself hard for a woman other than Violet.
“Oh, that’s right we met her at the club.” Stefano jumps back in the conversation. “She was that hot girl with the nice rack and that southern accent.”
I feel possessive all of a sudden. I don’t want them ogling my woman.
“Oh, shit! I forgot about her. She’s the reason you didn’t want to marry Lorenzo’s daughter,” says Tony. “Damn, yeah. She’s smokin’, Nello. Where’d you find that fine piece of ass?”
I’m feeling hot in my suit all of a sudden. I loosen my tie a bit but I don’t answer them.
The alcohol must be making me warm.
Unless it’s rage, which is also a strong possibility.
“Where the fuck do you think he met her?”
Gian jumps in again. It’s like he’s my fuckin’ spokesman tonight. He’s also the only one who knows how I really ‘found her.’ He’s got my back. He’s a good brother.
“He met her at Night Angels, the whorehouse down on Lincoln Avenue!”
The room erupts in laughter.
Fucking cock sucker.
I take back what I said. He’s a shit brother.
I lose it and charge at Gian. I deck him in the mouth and he gets me right at the eyebrow. It hurts like fuck.
“Come on ladies,” Tony breaks us up
. “Gotta look nice for the whores. We’ve got two more hours to waste until this supposed ambush.”
“Yeah. And all you cazzos are going to be so fucked up the Crisantis are going to have a field day.” I fix my suit. I touch my eyebrow and warm blood hits my fingertips.
About ten minutes later and the whores come by the office door. Everyone usually picks the same ones. Tammy is the girl I normally use for blowjobs. I try not to look at Tammy unless I’m heavily intoxicated. I shake my head at her and tell her no. My cousins and my brother file out with the others.
I close the door and sit on the cruddy couch in the office. I rub my temples with my fingers. My eyebrow is stinging. We’ve got enough fucking shit going on and those assholes think this is a game. In the back of my mind I know if this was a few weeks prior I would be on the same fucked up wavelength as them.
I hear a knock on the door and it’s a few of our soldiers. Leo, Angelo, Davide, and Maurizio come in.
“The poker games starting soon. Are you planning to go up to VIP or hang around here?”
“I might go over in a few and make sure things are going smoothly. I do want to make sure all is on the up and up since I’m not usually around when the games go down. Who knows what Tony is running these days. The capos are getting blowjobs right now and we’re about to get ambushed. I guess that was a priority.” My voice is laced with sarcasm.
Davide heads back out the door.
“Blowjobs sound good to me. See you later, boys.” He salutes and heads out the door. What a fucking idiota that one is.
I check the cameras and I see the card game starting in VIP.
“Let’s go check on this game,” I tell the three soldiers in the office. We get in the hall and meet up with my cousins and my brother as they’re on their way back.
We’re just about to get to VIP when I hear a gunshot followed by screams.
I’m pissed as all fucking hell. The ambush came early. We had a solid plan set to take place had those assholes all not been fucking around and getting blowjobs.
The girls go running from their poles to the dressing rooms screaming and I see Stefano whip his gun out and shoot some fucker by the door. Someone else comes and decks him from behind. The two go at it and by the looks of it Stefano’s winning.
Tony takes charge and starts yelling orders to us.
“Soldiers get to your positions!”
“Nello and Gian you go to the back. I’m going up to VIP!”
Gian and I make our way to the back. We don’t know how many Crisantis made it inside once they shot security. I think the one Stefano got might have been the last one in. We already locked the other doors when I arrived to contain their entrance.
I hear another gunshot and I push through the small crowd to get over to one of the private rooms.
I whip open the door to see Niccolo, our insider, with his gun to Davide’s head. Tammy is on the floor bleeding and clawing at me for help.
“Niccolo, what the fuck?” I have to speak through my teeth so nobody can overhear us.
“I’m helping you out, man,” he whispers back. I look down and see Tammy clinging to my legs. I try and shake her off me.
Davide looks between me and Niccolo. My brother comes in the room and closes the door.
The second the door latches Niccolo pulls the trigger on Davide.
Tammy screams as blood sprays throughout the room.
Niccolo walks passed me and says between his teeth, “spy.”
I nod my head and Gian opens the door. He looks both ways before letting Niccolo out of the room. He escapes out the side door.
Tammy is on the floor bleeding out.
Davide must’ve been feeding information to the Crisantis, no different than what Niccolo does for us, technically. That would explain why they were early. Davide must’ve left the room to call the Crisantis and tell them it was a perfect setup. In a normal situation, he’d be taken into custody and tortured by our men, but Niccolo had the intel and decided to take it into his own hands to save his own ass. We wouldn’t have known Davide was a spy if Niccolo didn’t tell us.
Tammy must’ve gotten shot when Niccolo came in for Davide. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kind of like my Violet. I feel kind of bad, but she already knows way too much. I shrug and nod to Gian and he opens the door to let me out. “Go ahead.”
“I’ll make it quick for her, brother.” He whispers to me before closing the door again.
I hear his gun go off behind the door and Stefano waves me back to the main area.
“I saw Niccolo duck out the back door. He was the last one. We’re clear.” He points to the private room. “The fuck happened in there?”
“Let’s go,” I lead him to the office. “You’ll never fucking believe this.”
When I get home it’s late.
I’m pissed because I got so caught up in all the shit with Davide that I never changed my clothes. I’ve been fucking up a lot lately and thinking I can make it home without changing but I forget that Violet lives with me now.
Not to mention I have to keep getting my Mercedes cleaned every other fucking day.
I pull into the garage and I enter through the kitchen. I’m sure she’s asleep upstairs since its two thirty in the fucking in the morning.
Piero is in the living room passed out on one of the sofas.
“I’m back. You want to sleep in one of the guest rooms until morning?”
He looks at me with red eyes.
“No man, I’ll be fine. I’m going home but I’ll be back in the morning.”
“It’s okay. Take the day. I’ll see you Monday.”
He leaves as I creep up the stairs.
I sneak into the bedroom and I calm when I see Violet asleep in the bed. I turn on the bathroom light so I can take my shower. The light illuminates me. I’m standing outside the bathroom when I feel my phone go off.
“Uncle S is pissed. Tony just filled him in on Nic and Dav.”
I look up from my phone and I see Violet’s eyes open. She’s not staring at my unbuttoned shirt, nor the blood splattered on my shoes.
She’s staring at Tammy’s make up that’s smeared.
All over my fucking crotch.
Oh, Lord, fuck me.
Violet
We lock eyes but he doesn’t say anything. I roll over and feel hot tears run down the side of my face.
I try to keep my sobs silent. I don’t want him to know how much he affects me. I hear him shut the bathroom door and start the shower.
I’m not even mad. I’m just hurt. I feel like each time I let myself get close to him something happens that burns me like a hot iron.
I thought things were going so well between us.
Oh. That’s right. I forgot.
This whole thing is fucking pretend.
Nello really has the life. He gets to just fuck with my feelings. He gets to go out whenever he wants and do whatever he wants with whomever he wants. Then, when he wants me to, I have to pretend to the rest of the world that I’m his girlfriend and we have some perfect life together. Because that was the deal.
He emerges from the bathroom and I hear him fumbling around the room. When he gets in the bed I turn the other way. I can’t even look at him right now.
I need to distance myself. I’m getting in too deep with someone who doesn’t really care about me. I’ve let my feelings go way too far.
I feel his warm hand on my shoulder and I try not to move when he places a soft kiss on the side of my head.
He’s not making this easy.
The next morning he’s in the kitchen making breakfast like usual but I don’t want his fucking food. I don’t want anything from him. I walk passed him like he’s not even there and find a box of cereal in the cabinet. I take my bowl into the living room without sparing him a glance.
For once I actually can’t wait for him to go to work and leave me alone, so when nine o’clock rolls around and he’s still here I start to g
et ticked off.
He comes into the room but I pretend I don’t see him.
“Dolcezza.”
I type nonsense and try to look busy on the laptop doing schoolwork.
“Violet.” I can tell by his voice he’s losing patience. I still don’t answer.
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