Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Marcellus

Her fake, red fingernails are digging into my back as she breathes into my neck with the smell of liquor on her breath.

“Oh, Marcel.” She hisses into my ear, making me want to tape her mouth shut. But instead of taking such an aggressive approach I sit up from atop her, and turn her over forcefully making a sickening giggle escape her smeared Red lips.

Ignoring any sounds she makes as best as I can, I slam myself into her from behind, focusing on nothing but the pleasure her surprisingly tight entrance gives my pulsating length. My eyes close, and my head goes back in absolute bliss, sex feels so fucking good, and it pays to have a bitch that doesn’t mind me smashing into her at full force every thrust. I can easily block out her annoying cries of fake pleasure with my thoughts, and it works out quite well, enabling me to let off steam.

A knock sounds at the door, interrupting my internal shield to the women's screeching cries.

“Who is it?” I yell in heavy breaths while still slamming into her, not wanting to stop until I get my release.

“Capo, we have news of Roman Petrov, and his men back in America. They have returned to Ohio.” Luca says sounding muffled from behind the door. I still continue to thrust into her, almost to my climax, as the girl loudly moans making damn well sure Luca can hear.

“Come in.” I tell him as I take my last thrust into her, releasing myself into the condom, and immediately pulling out of her, making her collapse her naked body on the bed. I take a mental note to remember to tell one of the maids to change the sheets. Luca walks in not fazed by my obvious indecency. I get up from the bed, and head straight to the bathroom to clean myself off, and dispose of the condom.

I rinse myself off in the shower quickly, hop out, and grab a towel to wrap around my waist. I exit the bathroom door, and see that Luca is still standing there waiting on me like the good dog he is.

“Did you want your friend to join?” She says lifting her face from the sheets with her blonde hair looking like straw as it falls in front of her face.

“We’re done here. Leave.” I throw it at her at her head, leaving an embarrassed expression on her face.

“Hai due minuti per vestirsi e uscire da casa mia, prima che decida di sbarazzarmi di te. E fidati di me, non vuoi che lo faccia.” You have two minutes to get yourself dressed, and out of my house before I decide to get rid of you myself. And trust me you don’t want me to do that.

She quickly gets up, and grabs her clothes, fumbling in her footsteps to put them on as she tries to walk out of the room at the same time. She’s still half naked when she’s already out the door.

“Dam, boss. You don’t waste time do you?” Luca says as I walk into my closet to get dressed.

“Is she with them?” I ask, throwing on my black dress shirt violently. Just the thought of her sends me into a rage.

“Sources say no. Besides we know that Roman isn’t stupid. We think Ryan Scuderri has something to do with this. We hear Ryan has kidnapped their mutual friend Alley on an attempt to lure her to come home. No details yet, just here say. But we do believe someone of importance will be coming along with Roman’s men.” He says to me as I retreat from my dressing room fully clothed, fixing my sleeves.

“Who?” I ask impatiently.

“Her traitorous brother.” My interest has peaked, and a plan is already brewing inside my head. It looks like Roman isn’t as smart as he thinks he is, but that’s just because he doesn’t know her like I do.

“I’m going to Russia for the annual congregation of the five families. I wasn’t going to go this year but I think that is exactly where Roman will be taking her. I know he won’t leave her behind. I’m going to be delivering a message to them,” I say as I strap my gun holster to my side, and put my hand gun in place.

“What message are you going to deliver?” He asks me curiously.

“We are going to lure her right to us. I’m the capo now, my father is dead. I think it’s about time we get rid of the Scuderis. We goddamn well know they have been the ones stealing from me and I’m done discussing it. They have to go, and it will be like killing two birds with one stone.”

“So you want us to kill the Scuderis, and then kidnap Alley, and Jamie’s brother? What about all the Underbosses? Shouldn’t you put it to a vote?” Luca seems to assume I still care about what they all think. I will be getting rid of all of them anyway. They are all underbosses my father chose, and none of them can be trusted. After killing my father a year ago, it has been a struggle to keep my leadership intact, but I am finally starting to gain some more loyalty than what I used to have. I just need to get rid of the old friends of my father, and start bringing in newer, and more fresh minds that are easily swayed.

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

“I’m not wasting time getting opinions I don’t give a fuck about. If they disagree I would put a bullet in their heads anyway. It’s been a year Luca, it’s time for her to get what she deserves, I’m not letting anymore time wither away..”

“Marcel, does she really still matter? What if you can’t get to her? Do you really want to risk a war with the Russians? I didn’t want to tell you this Marcel...but there has been talk.” Luca says in a whisper as if we aren’t the only ones in the room.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him, having a feeling that I’m not going to like what he has to say.

“It’s just talk, but there’s been word that Roman Petrov is going to take a wife.” I turn around so fast him, and make him jump two feet.

“She won’t marry him!” I say immediately in a raised voice, already knowing where this is going. Luca steps closer to me, confusing me a little, but I ignore it, too focused on all the reasoning I am trying to make in my head.

“Marcel, people are saying her father is arranging it in exchange for her protection, and her brother’s, from you. And if she becomes his wife, it will change everything.” He places his hand on my shoulder, making me jerk at his all the sudden closeness.

“What the hell are you doing? Get your fucking hand off of me before I cut it off!” I warn him, making him immediately remove his hand. I turn away from him again, trying to calm myself, regardless of me sending her away, that was not releasing my claim! She belongs to me, and to even think of the fact that she might be with him right now….

“Marcel you need to forget about her! You need to focus on being a Capo or you are going to lose sight of everything you have worked so hard for!” He yells back at me, he’s starting to sound like fucking Angelo! There is a reason I sent his ass to fucking New York, I couldn’t stand listening to him try to tell me that I was wrong for turning her away. He said if I had decided to let her go, that I should leave it at that, that she doesn’t deserve my “petty” anger. I was this close to putting a bullet in his head, and Luca is next!

“Get the fuck out of my room, and do what I say! She’s not going to fucking marry him! Not as long as I’m still breathing!” He grunts in anger, and leaves the room in a huff without another word.

I don’t give a dam what stipulations there were for killing my baby sister, she killed her! My own flesh, and blood, a sixteen year old girl who had barely gotten to live. After everything I risked for her she pulled the trigger without even a second thought, and I’ll be goddamned if she gets away with it.

After moving to Italy, and killing my father, with Mateo alongside me, making sure he got his revenge against him I had agreed to let him have, I have done nothing but try to make her go away.

I have fucked women after women, killed man after man, and have been drinking my weight in top shelf Whisky, but no matter what I do to try to make her, and what she did disappear from my mind, the figment of her shape, her voice, and just everything about her, it all stay’s imprinted. I dream of killing her, but I also dream of her laying in my arms, safely, and gracefully as she curls up to me as close as she can get the way she used to.

What makes me want to kill her more is that I miss her, I miss her so fucking much, and my sister deserves so much better than that. Here she is lying cold in her grave, and here I am longing for the person that put her there.

I fucking hate her!

And to even think that Roman is touching her! To even think that he believes for one second he is going to take her away from me, I will make sure before I kill her, that she watches me squeeze his very soul from his body!

I will be seeing you soon Jamie, Very fucking soon…..

Jamie

I expected to see an airport of some kind when we started to exit the jet but I thought wrong, I walk out to find nothing but miles of sky, and a snow covered road. . I don’t see buildings , or roads, or any signs of civilization. Just a big black SUV waiting for us with chains on the tires.

“Where the hell are we?” I ask with chattering teeth. I should have listened to him on the jet when he told me I should change for colder weather. I was too busy focusing on staying angry with him for not allowing me to save my friend.

I may have not heard from her in a very long time but she was my only friend while I lived in Ohio. She was the only one that ever stuck with me through alot of my trying times with my mother. Ryan did to….and I honestly can’t believe he is doing all of this. Ryan did become shitty near the end, but I figured he would be over it by now. He obviously had some feelings for me, and I guess I could never return them, especially not after him. But him kidnapping Alley, this isn’t the Ryan I know....but maybe I never really knew who he was…

“We are in Moscow.” Roman says without looking back at me as he leads me toward the car. I follow behind while men with our bags are already loading them into the back of the vehicle.

“I looked up pictures of Moscow, and it doesn’t look like this. There’s castle-like buildings, and people, and cool things to see. Not this barren wasteland of ice and snow.” I say sounding a little importunate but I can’t help it. I shouldn’t be here anyways, I should be back in Ohio helping my friend.

“Not every part of Moscow is a torrists trap. This is kind of like the back country of Moscow. I like to live in seclusion when I’m out here. People in my line of work usually do, I’m sure you know.” My teeth are chattering as one of the men opens the door for us to get in. Roman rolls his eyes, and motions for me to slide into the warm car first.

“You know I tried to tell you it would be cold out here princess. If you’ve seen pictures I’m sure you’ve seen a lot with snow in them.” I huff at his smart ass comment.

“Are you going to act like this the whole time we are here?” He asks me again, and all I grant him is silence. Crossing his arms over his chest, he lingers his stare at me with a raised eyebrow, and an amused expression.

“I’m sure if my father would have known you would be this defiant against me, he wouldn’t have approved.” He says, making me look at him questioningly.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask him.

“I’m going to answer all your questions before we go to this gathering tomorrow evening. I promise. Just know everything I do is to protect you Jamie, you never were supposed to be anywhere but here……”

“I don’t understand…..” I try to say but he cuts me off by placing his hand dangerously high on my thigh, taking me by surprise.

“I know. But you will soon.” He says in a whisper rubbing his hand softly against the fabric barrier between the skin of his hand, and my flank. It seemed so thin, as if his touch was melting the fabric away.

I almost want to jump him right here and right now, but that would be stupid, and it would make things way more complicated than what they already are. I obviously have really bad taste in men, because two leaders of criminal organizations in a row is too much.

He finally releases my thigh, and leans away from me giving me my space, but with a smirk I could swear was tearing at the edges of his mouth. He knows he affects me, and he is deliberately trying to provoke it.

“Welcome to my home princess.” He says pulling me into the lot of a beautiful large mansion. I don’t know if he expects me to be surprised but I’m definitely not. I have already been through this once before, and I figured he was going to have a multi million dollar home. But I will not lie, it was impressive, and not nearly as old fashioned looking as the Giordano home was.

The villa is a white, tan color, with an entryway standing tall, and overlapping all other parts of the house, the door to the home was strangely round, but very large so almost anyone could fit through the door, the door was a dark brown mahogany wood, it made me think of something out of the“Lord of the Rings” because of the hobbit’s tiny round doors to their homes.

“Are you ready to go inside?” Roman asks me. When he asks me that it definitely makes me feel like I am going on a quest to to bring some stupid ring that everyone is obessed with and goes crazy over to destroy it.

Or maybe I’m just totally overthinking things, but I don’t know….I have a feeling that as soon as I walk through that door everything is going to change for me.

Again.