04 | One Moment

*Alberto’s POV*

I was pissed but I had managed to keep my poker face on all night. Lucky for me, no one noticed. I also controlled my drinking because drunk Alberto would have shot a few, no questions asked. 

“Alberto, fratello.” (Italian for Alberto, brother.”) Francisco called me over. Fūck! And here I thought I could sneak away to my bedroom. I still can’t believe I agreed to stay here too. Bad decisions, one after another. 

“Francisco.” I replied, raising my watered down whiskey glass. “I was just heading out. I have a slight headache.” I told him as he nodded at me. 

“Mi piacerebbe sedermi con te domattina.” (Italian for “I'd like to sit with you in the morning.”) He told me as he puffed on his cigar. “Dammi un momento, gattina.” (Italian for “Give me a moment, kitten.”) He told the woman sitting on his lap. I don’t get how his wife doesn’t give him shīt when he does that in her face. But hey, if it worked for them, who was I to judge them?

He smacked the woman in her asš before standing on his feet and approaching me. “Immagino che rimarrai fino alla fine del mese?” (Italian for “I’m guessing you will stay until the end of the month?”) He asked as he got close to my ear. 

I looked up at him with brows furrowed. I could barely survive one night. “You told me that you would help me kill Ventura the day of the annual meeting between capos.” He whispered before puffing on his cigar again. 

Fūck. I had said that, but I had forgotten any agreement when my sole focus had been staying away from Isadora. “I won’t take no for an answer, fratello.” 

“Yes, I know what I agreed to.” I replied with a slight annoyance. “I also don’t like that tone you are using.” I said through clenched teeth as I glared at him.

“You are right. I just wanted to make sure that I could still count on my brother. America has made you forget your family.” He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. 

“Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. 

“Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš.

“Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table. 

I wrapped a hand around her throat, bringing her lips to mine. In my mind, I only had to do one thing to get in the mood. Imagine that her lips were Isadora’s. And that got me more than ready to fūck and fūck hard as usual. I didn’t typically do kissing, but imagining my angel’s lips would be more than enough to have my balls twitching.

“Allora non dire che non sono un buon padrone di casa.” (Italian for “Then don’t say I’m not a good host.”) Francisco shouted after me when I pulled whatever her name was out of the living room.

I was walking down the hallway when Isadora came out of a room, wiping her nose clean. What the fūck? Before I could say anything, that guy that had kissed her and a few other people walked out. I gritted my teeth together as my hold around the woman I was getting ready to fūck tightened. 

“Padrino.” (Italian for “Godfather.”) She said, batting her eyes until her eyes flickered to my hand around the woman’s waist. 

Her eyes turned cold as she wrapped her arm around the arm of the fūcker that had kissed her, making me want to slit his throat on the spot. And maybe I will look for him later and actually do it. 

“Isadora.” I replied coldly. “I’m assuming your friends are heading out?” I asked her as I looked at each one of them in warning. Let them say something stupid and their lousy lives ended here and now. 

“Actually,” She said with a smile. “Mattias was spending the night.” She added, batting her eyelashes as she looked up at the fūcker who smiled down at her. He then did something that sentenced him to death. He lowered his hand, squeezing her big fat asš. It took everything in me to not pull out my Beretta and put a bullet through his chest. “I’ll see you in the morning, Padrino.” She whispered as she approached me, placing a soft kiss very close to the top of my mouth. Fūck. She had my cōck saluting her like no other woman could and all she did was give me a kiss and not even in the mouth at that. 

She walked away as did everyone else, making me take a deep breath. I walked towards my room, quickly slamming the door after me. 

“You seem tense.” The woman that wanted my dīck purred. I totally forgot she was with me. 

“I am. And I am totally not in the mood anymore. Good night.” I shoved her out of the room without further thought, slamming the door after her again. 

I was so pissed and the only way to take out my anger was if I went out there and killed that fūcker. What was his name… Mattias? Yes, she said Mattias. Lucky for Mattias… Or should I say unluckily… He was officially a dead man. 

Then the thought hit me. Was my little angel doing drugs? She couldn’t possibly do that. There was no way Francisco would allow that shīt. I will have to have a serious conversation with her tomorrow. 

I removed my gun from my holster, placing it down on the bedside table before stripping. I needed a cold shower to cool down. I needed to cool down before I went out there and shot that fūcker right in front of her. 

I jumped in the shower quickly, letting the water run over my tense muscles. I was so annoyed that not even the water could cool me down. I should have fūcked that bītch. I took a deep breath before getting out of the shower. I quickly dried my body before throwing my towel over the bathroom door. I walked to my bed, getting under the covers without getting dressed. There was no point in wearing clothes since it made me hot throughout the night and I ended up naked anyway. 

I lay there for some time with my arms behind my head. I groaned, flipping on my side and my back facing the door as I sought the sleep that I needed. Sleep to prevent me from scaring my little angel for killing her ‘friend’. 

I forced my eyes closed, focusing on calming my rage to the point of sleep, when I heard the door open slowly. Did I forget to lock it? I have to admit that I always forgot to lock doors because I feared nothing and no one. 

I turned around, looking towards the door as the figure tiptoed inside. She turned around to close the door softly so as to not wake me up when I made my way behind her just as quietly. The moment she had the door closed, she turned to find my face inches from hers.

I had so many fūcking questions running in my head, but none of them would come out of my mouth as her eyes hypnotized me.

“Isadora.” I whispered, trying to keep my eyes from lowering past her neck. Heaven forbid that because my whole body was exposed and as it was, I was struggling to keep my cōck down.

“I couldn’t sleep, Padrino.” She whispered, placing her hands on my chest. Fūck, don’t do that.

I closed my eyes as I focused completely on my rising erection. 

“What’s wrong, Padrino?” She asked sweetly. “Can you not tuck me in?” She whispered in my ear, making me bite down a groan.

“You aren’t a baby anymore, Isa.” I replied, opening my eyes as I looked into hers. Definitely, not a baby anymore. 

“I’m glad you agree that I’m not a baby anymore.” She murmured as she wrapped her hands around my neck, making me gulp. Her body was literally inches from my naked one. 

“Isa.” I panted, feeling every desire of mine rush down south. 

“Padrino?” She asked as her tongue wet her lips slowly. “Since you can’t tuck me in, at least wish me a good night.” She said, pouting at me.

Fūck. A good night, I could do.

“Good ni—” I was saying when she crashed her lips down on mine. What the fūck!