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Epilogue : Elio
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2023-05-06 10:23:16
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"Don Santo," the security team members greet me in unison. I massaged my temples as the pungent smell of cheap perfumes, the thick smoke of cheap cigarettes, and the lively music hit me hard. "Santo is enough. The Don is Elio. I've only taken over his job on an interim basis," I answer coldly. Cazzo. A young woman, completely drunk, has just tried to get past the protective screen formed by my guards. "You're here!" she says with a falsely delighted look. Another one who wants to make others believe she knows me. Me ne frego (I don't care*), and I continue my progression. I want to get out of here quickly. It's almost dinner time, and I'm pissed to make this courtesy visit just before my meal. I don't have time to realize what's going on, and I feel myself being pulled back. The drunk has just grabbed the middle of the back of my tailored jacket. "Hey, handsome, you can do whatever you want with me if you take me with you," she says to me as I stagger off. I'm like
Last Updated : 2023-05-17Infernale Santo-2
(Didi) Crac. I look emotionlessly at my Family Leader as the lifeless body collapses before me. My hand, arm, and the right side of my face received the spray of blood from my victim as I pulled the blade out. I only had to stab my knife once. This surgical gesture, repeated countless times since my early childhood, is the reason I hate what I become as soon as I get home. Tender childhood? Let me laugh. There was never anything tender about the Bonani childhood. I walked in just as this man was threatening my Don. And my body reacted by pure automatism. He and I exchange a look of respect for each other. We have the same dark brown hair color and the same lips. The only difference is that I inherited our mother's green eye color, unlike him. "My little prodigy sister is finally back home," he said as he got up from his chair to give me a hug. "Vincenzo," I murmured, closing my eyes. I take a deep breath as I smell his perfume, and I know at
Last Updated : 2023-05-20Infernale Santo-3
"La Madona! You're a lifesaver, Didi!" exclaims Alvize, the manager of the VIP section of the casino. "These are my recommendations and photocopies of my cooking and training diplomas that I passed in Europe. I hope not to disappoint you tonight", I say coldly before raising an eyebrow at the way he looks me up and down. He realizes my cautious look and clears his throat loudly to get rid of the embarrassment: "I don't need to look at these papers, Didi. In the restaurant business, the only recommendation above all others is Dino Bonani." I can't hold back a mocking chuckle and pick up my papers again: "Dino Bonani is my grandfather. He could very well be playing favorites." Alvize raises both hands to face level and shakes his head in the negative: "Not a chance. You and I both know that your grandfather is THE reference. No chance of him playing favorites." I don't say anything more and just look at him coldly. He's still ogling me. "Alvize. I don't appreciate ho
Last Updated : 2023-05-24Infernale Santo-4: how much you take ?
(Santo) "Get out of here, all of you," I order coldly. I glance back. Alvize and my men back away quickly. They all know I hate waiting when I give an order. The long-legged beauty also tries to leave. However, I automatically send my hand into the doorframe to prevent her from leaving the room. With my free hand, I point at her with my index finger, silently demanding that she stay. Then I take a step forward and unceremoniously slam the door behind me. I'm stunned by the way she looks at me, completely blasé. It's the first time in my life I've been voluntarily left alone in a room with a woman who couldn't give a damn about me. I walk past her and can't help but salivate at the enticing smell of cinnamon and sugar. I sit on the main leather chair in the "office" and grab the binder containing all our profits from drug dealing. Cazzo. Her sweet perfume is driving me crazy. I look up and am surprised by her absolutely relaxed attitude. It's not a behavior I'm used to deal
Last Updated : 2023-05-27Infernale Santo-5: how much I take? (1/2)
(Didi) "Get out of here, all of you," Santo orders coldly in his incredibly sexy voice. I think I'll give up trying to free myself from my family and offer my services to the Ganovese. To hell with cooking! Too bad I could never be more for Santo! At least I'll be able to see him every day if I take orders from Don Elio. And, besides, I know Lucia will always be there for me and console me when I see Santo with his wife and kids. Shit, shit, shit! I've got to pull myself together. I try to head for the exit, but Santo's arm blocks my way. He points with his index finger, silently forcing me to stay, and I'm absolutely stunned by the color of his eyes. He passes me by, and I must use all the control I can muster to avoid jumping on him. But yes! I could make him a key, tie him up and do whatever I wanted with him. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on him... Hey. Stop kidding yourself, Didi. He takes his place in the main chair behind the desk and starts working withou
Last Updated : 2023-05-31Infernale Santo-5 (2/2)
"Excuse me?" I answer without understanding. How much do I take? How much for what," I can't help thinking inwardly. "How much do you charge for this?" he repeats, slightly annoyed, probably because I'm wasting his time. I tilt my head to the side and look down at the tray of petits fours. Why, yes. Of course, I do. Santo must want to pay for my catering services. "It all depends on the type of contract," I tell him. He half chokes and reaches for the water carafe on the edge of the desk. He quickly pours himself a glass and swallows the liquid in one gulp. Hey, what? Does he think I'm moonlighting? No, sir, I don't. I have a work ethic. A contract, and that's it. I'm a respectable citizen with charges and taxes to pay. There's no way I'm going to risk being audited and fined for fraud."Contract?" he repeats. I start counting on my fingers without looking at him, so annoyed that he wants to do it backward: "It's all going to depend on the days, the hours... obviously, I
Last Updated : 2023-06-02Infernale Santo 6-1
(Santo) I'm like a caged lion in my own home. I pace back and forth, glancing at Matteo from time to time. My little brother finally raises his head and removes the stethoscope from his ears. Then he removes the Velcro from the tensiometer around the arm of Elio, our older brother. "How's he doing?" I whisper, afraid to wake our big brother. "He's stressed," Matteo replies. "The painkillers should do their job and allow him to sleep until tomorrow morning." Matteo and I slide onto the thick carpet of the room where Elio has been taken to the emergency room. Our shoulders touch, and we sigh in unison. Matteo tugs at his tie to loosen it and gives me a sidelong glance: "You must be exhausted too. Would you like me to prepare an infusion for you too?" I rub my face with both hands: "No. I've got urgent business to attend to...". I don't know why I let my sentence trail off like that, but it's enough to make Matteo turn his head toward me. "Hey. Elio collapsed under
Last Updated : 2023-06-14Infernale Santo 6-2
(Santo) Did I listen to Matteo and go home to change? Absolutely. Did I scour the net for "total boyfriend" chick mags to find out what to wear? Absolutely. Did I nag our employees for THE outfit for tonight? Yes, I did. So here I am, surrounded by my bodyguards, as we walk past everyone into the strip club-turned-nightclub. No sooner had I arrived than Alvize, the manager, ran up to me and nodded towards the VIP section of the nightclub. Cazzo. My five cousins are all here already. I can tell by the number of girls in skimpy dresses climbing the steps leading up to the room. I can hear them shouting my name when these stronzi notice me. Cazzo. I wanted to go to the "office" first, ask for Didi to serve me, and then I would have joined them. "Saaaaaantooooo" scream my cousins when I arrive. I find myself having to hug each one of them. But I'm livid because their presence ruins all my plans for tonight. One of them stares me up and down and runs his hands
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Cazzo. Of course, Elio knows! But who told him? Which of our men hastened to tell him... and if. What if Elio goes after Didi? What if Elio drags her down here and forces her to be with me? I'm such an idiot. Elio would never do that. My brother's far too cautious. It's not like him to act this way. The proof is that he still hasn't gone looking for Lucia. "There is no girl. Everything you've been told is bullshit," I reply at last. Elio wobbles, and I can see that he's struggling to stay on his feet before me. The dampness of the air over the last few days must be reawakening the pain in his leg. However, he's still coming closer to me, and I can smell the rancid odor of alcohol on his breath. I nervously start banging my knees. "The famous prostitute everyone's talking about?" asks Elio. His expression is icy. There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tob
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Santo : I finally arrive at Villa Ganovese. Eduardo, our old butler, rushes up to me and grabs my leather jacket as I furiously throw it towards the coat rack. Cazzo. I've got to break something. I've got to... I grab the coat rack and rip it from the wall where it was hung last month. Eduardo looks at me, annoyed, but withdraws without saying anything. Besides, this isn't my first crisis. So he knows it's never a good idea to stand too close to me when this happens. Cazzo. Cazzo. Cazzo. I've got to calm down. I nervously run my hands through my hair as I head straight for the kitchen. I take a moment to glance at the large clock, a veritable jewel of goldsmith's art, steel, and craftsmanship, hanging on the wall. I don't know how Lulu managed to find something like this. Only the hands are visible, and there's nothing to indicate the presence of a plug or motor. Cazzo! It's not yet time for me to eat when I'm in Vill
Infernale Santo 9-2
I look at him and start yawning without even putting my hand in front of my mouth. I start laughing the moment he grabs a handful of my hair. I take advantage of this and immediately pull his ponytail in the opposite direction. We look perfectly stupid with our heads tilted to one side, challenging each other with our eyes. "Let go," Salvatore articulates slowly. "Only if you let go first, Sali," I reply, also gritting my teeth. "Stop being childish," Vincenzo orders with a sigh. Salvatore and I let go at the same time, raising our hands. Then he finally comes out, shaking my hair to annoy me. "I want cannoli for breakfast tomorrow," Salvatore declares. "You can stick them wherever I think," I reply, giving him a masterful middle finger under the disapproving gaze of my eldest brother. I hear Salvatore laugh and can't help smiling back. Of course, I'll give him all the cannoli in the universe. Cazzo. He's a bastard, but I love him. Ha! I'll put thos
Infernale Santo 9-1
(Didi) "Let go of me, Vin," I say, trying to free my arm from my older brother's grip. He doesn't let go until the black doors of his armored car open. Vincenzo almost throws me inside, and I immediately find myself seated between Salvatore and Terzo. "We've found her, Don Vincenzo," declares one of our men. I hear Salvatore and Terzo stifle a laugh, then they both put an arm around my shoulders. "In the other car. I've got urgent family business to attend to," replies my eldest brother. I frown, realizing that my brothers have come to pick up a woman. Who is she? "A target," I ask. But Terzo presses his index finger against my temple. "Stai zitto (shut up*), Didi," he orders me. I cross my arms over my chest and just stare into the central rearview mirror so I can observe the expression on Vincenzo's face. But that's a waste of time. The Bonanis aren't known for being very expressive. Salvatore's furious gaze doesn't escape me, and I end up looking
Infernale Santo 8-2
"How much do I take?" I repeat. Santo suddenly pulls me into a hug, and I'm wondering whether I'm dreaming or not. I realize I'm sitting right on his... the Madonna! He looks thrilled to see me there! If I'm dreaming... really, it would be great if I could avoid waking up too quickly. I try to sit up, leaning on his shoulders, but he holds me firmly and starts laughing. Oh, dear. The things his laughter does to my body. "Kiss me, Didi," he commands, sliding his hands just under my chest. "Wh...what?" I reply, pulling my head back. Damn, this dream sounds too real to be true. I know. What I'm saying doesn't make sense, but wow. Santo grabs my jaw with one hand, his eyes are locked on my mouth, and he's looking at me like I'm a white chocolate pana cotta with raspberry coulis. "I want you to kiss me, Didi," he says seriously. Santo straightens up to kiss me. Hey. SANTO GETS UP TO KISS ME!? I'm frozen in place. What should I do? A) let him do it. B
Infernale Santo 8-1
(Didi) Santo presses me against him with a sharp gesture. Wini gives me a big smile before releasing my hands and winking away. Great, sister! She abandons me as soon as a slightly attractive guy touches me. Well, okay. He's not just any guy. Yes. I also agree that it's THE good-looking guy who gropes me, but still! You can't say you're the sister who's looking out for me and abandoning me to the first frotter who comes along... even if that frotter is a living god on whom I'd rather rub myself indecently, but... Hey. I don't know if he's got a flashlight in his pants or if it's... oh. A shiver runs down my spine. Santo's hand moves up under my crop top and stops where my bra is. "It's Santo," he whispers in my ear in a husky voice. To say my panties are soaked at this precise moment is an understatement. It's a fucking tidal wave, and I have to squeeze my legs. I feel like if I breathe or move a millimeter, my thighs will get soaked too. It's the sexies
Infernale Santo 7-2
One of the bartenders waves me over - I know from memory that he's the one in charge of the bar - and he nods towards Wini: "Go get her," he orders me. I nod quickly and feel a warmth gradually building in my chest. Wow. This is the first time I've felt "safe" as a woman among ordinary citizens. Wini was right when she said the employees here were one big family. I quickly put down my tray and move through the crowd to put a hand on Wini's shoulder: "Hey. We need reinforcements. Big order on the way, and I need arms." I don't glance at Wini, but I observe the stronzo standing before her. He's ogling me from head to toe. Moron thinks he's at the top of the food chain in his little striped shirt and gold chains. I just want to jam my pen into his jugular when I see him licking his lips. Wini is completely tense, but she pulls me toward the bar. However, I don't know why, but my eyes land behind the stronzo. And now I'm terrified too. Vincenzo is there. Behind him are my
Infernale Santo 7-1
(Didi-a little before the events in the nightclub.) I got home last night and had to sneak through Villa Bonani to avoid being intercepted by my brothers. There is no way I would let any of them ask me questions and start looking through my things. I'm lying in my room, dressed simply in a large black knit and panties, as I take out my pay for the evening. Between my fingers, I manipulate the sum I've collected in a single night. I'm amazed by the ease with which I've been able to gather so much money so quickly. "So much money?" I say aloud with irony and bitterness. I'm not even close. Merda. At this rate, I'm going to have to take on contracts if I want to get the hell out of this house as soon as possible. No, no, no, Didi. You've done everything you can to become an ordinary citizen. Keep your goal in mind, I can't help but scold myself. I need money. I've got a newspaper spread out in front of me, and I'm horrified by the rent prices. If I take into accoun
Infernale Santo 6-2
(Santo) Did I listen to Matteo and go home to change? Absolutely. Did I scour the net for "total boyfriend" chick mags to find out what to wear? Absolutely. Did I nag our employees for THE outfit for tonight? Yes, I did. So here I am, surrounded by my bodyguards, as we walk past everyone into the strip club-turned-nightclub. No sooner had I arrived than Alvize, the manager, ran up to me and nodded towards the VIP section of the nightclub. Cazzo. My five cousins are all here already. I can tell by the number of girls in skimpy dresses climbing the steps leading up to the room. I can hear them shouting my name when these stronzi notice me. Cazzo. I wanted to go to the "office" first, ask for Didi to serve me, and then I would have joined them. "Saaaaaantooooo" scream my cousins when I arrive. I find myself having to hug each one of them. But I'm livid because their presence ruins all my plans for tonight. One of them stares me up and down and runs his hands
