Chapter 1 - Confessions

Scott

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"Forgive me Father for I have sinned..." I let out a laugh, sitting in a confession room of our church, "Last night, I indulged in some adult activities with not just one, but two lovely ladies—Ms. Antonella and Ms. Kiara," I paused for a moment, waiting for his reaction, before continuing, "I seek your forgiveness and guidance to overcome my sinful desires."

"Scott..." the warning in Father Linus' voice was not lost on me.

I tried to conceal my laughter, "Ms. Antonella was a stunning blonde, and Kiara, a luscious brunette, had quite the impact on me. Ms. Kiara's bosoms were nothing short of lovely, and I couldn't resist their allure. I admit, Father, I am a weak man who couldn't resist straying off God's path."

"Scott Mancini!" Father Linus was probably livid by now.

I raised my hands in a surrendering manner even though I knew he couldn't see me through the other side of the confession room, "I can't remember the exact details of it as I had indulged myself in heavy drinking but what I do remember is being completely mesmerized by the impressive curves of their ample derrière. It was as if they were practically begging to be noticed, and needless to say, my naughty side couldn't help but take notice. Oh, how I wish I could rewind time and relive that moment again!"

"Scott, I don't need to hear every little detail of your indecent anecdotes. I understand your troubles and pray to God that he'd forgive you and lead you to God's path," he said all that in a single breath and then sighed, "Now, is there a real reason why you're here?"

I frowned, how the fuck does he always know? I closed my eyes and slumped my head back, "It's fucking stupid."

"Do not curse. You're in a church."

I groaned, "When was my last confession?"

"A month ago, you also haven't visited me again."

I raked a hand through my hair, "I know, Father, I've just been busy."

"If there's something weighing on your heart, you know you can tell me. It will never leave this confession room, Scott," he said in his fatherly soft tone, the one he always uses on me.

"It really is stupid, Father... Lorenzo asked me to be the godfather of his daughter," I told him.

There was silence on the other side and I wanted to laugh. Father Linus was probably thinking about what drove Lorenzo to ask someone like me to be the godfather to his daughter. Honestly, I was thinking the same thing.

"I don't see a problem."

I let out a dry chuckle, "Me? The godfather to a little girl? I mean, shouldn't a responsible and morally upright individual be chosen to look after such a precious gift? I don't think I can protect something so precious. Given our line of work, if something happened to Lorenzo and his wife, I'd be the one to take care of that baby girl. And I don't think I deserve it or deserve her."

"Scott, Lorenzo trusts you. He knows you, my son, he knows that you won't turn your back on him or his family in the time of need."

I shook my head, "Exactly, Lorenzo knows what I am, who I am. If I had a little girl, If I were ever a father—which I wouldn't be—I'd never trust someone like me to take care of my daughter."

"Why do you think that?"

"Women are precious, they are to be cared for, to be protected and I'm a prime example of how not to treat women. And I know that I accept who I am. But this, this feels like a big responsibility, Father."

Again silence greeted me.

"Scott, If you hold a belief that the little girl in question is a precious gem that is beyond your worth, then maybe, just maybe, you are the perfect person for the job. Your heart knows the true value of her worth, and it takes someone with a big heart to cherish and nurture such a precious soul."

I raised an eyebrow, this was getting too sentimental for my standards. I had no idea what had gotten into Father Linus' head today because he knows I'm not the emotional kind.

I shrugged, "Whatever, I guess, I'll give it try."

That made him let out a laugh, "The christening is tomorrow."

"Thank you for the reminder."

I sauntered out of the confessional booth, holding back a grin as I made my way out of the church. Despite being labeled as the devil's spawn by Father Linus countless times before, I still enjoyed coming here every now and then. The old man had a soft spot for me, even if he refused to acknowledge it.

I remember the time when he said to me, "I bet if I sprinkle some holy water on you, you'll turn into ashes and go straight to hell."

Niko's mother, Anastasia Costello—the woman who raised not only Niko but me too forced us to go to church with her every Sunday. I guess that's how it was now a part of my sinful routine. No one really knew about it, not even Niko knows that I still swing by the holy house and confess my wrongdoings, that I sneak to the confession room once in a while to wipe my slate clean. It's bad for my street cred.

I whistled my way to my car, many heads turned in my direction even a few traditional church-going girls couldn't help but look me up and down. They probably thought I was here to threaten the priest or someone else and I didn't correct them. I earned the title of a sinner along with many others and I was very comfortable with them. The men nodded at me in respect, all of them belonged to the La Cosa Nostra. The church was ours, everyone in it was on our payroll.

I got into my car and raced down the road, the music blasted through the speaker and I put on my sunglasses as the sunlight almost blinded me.

And before I knew it, the police siren rang out from behind me. I glanced at the police vehicle in the rearview mirror and parked my car to the side. The vehicle stopped and an officer stepped out and approached my car, knocking on the window.

I pushed the button and the window rolled down. I took off my sunglasses and the second the realization dawned on the officer's face, he let out a nervous chuckle, "Mr. Mancini, ah, I didn't recognize the vehicle."

I gave him a smile, "No problem, officer."

He stepped back and extended a hand in the road's direction, he was as pale as ghost, a stupid man didn't even know that I wasn't going to shoot him or hurt him in broad daylight. We're the fucking La Cosa Nostra, not idiots.

I revved the engine and again raced down the road, stopping only when I finally reached our club, "Terra Cognita"

I stepped out and the second I entered, the men and women nodded their heads at me as I made my way to Niko's office. I pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of my boss with his face resting on his wife's (unfortunately clothed) breasts as she sat before him on his desk—not the sight I wanted to see.

Evangeline Costello wore a tight red dress, her head snapped back at the door to see who it was before her dark eyes landed on me, Niko didn't even bother to glance in my direction—that's how engrossed he was in that perfect pair of tits.

Yeah, that sight of her in that skimpy red dress is fucking hot, I have always found this girl hot but not enough to betray Niko for it. But fuck, still the single sight of hers is enough to elicit a sexual response from me.

"Good morning to the lovely couple," I slumped in the seat before them, placing my feet up on his desk.

Niko finally glanced at me, "Get out."

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I watched them. There's nothing quite as satisfying to me as ruining someone's private moment. Evangeline stepped down from the desk and stood beside her husband, leaning in to whisper something into his ear before giving him a playful wink. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their blissful ignorance. Married couples, ugh - they always think they're so damn cute.

And then she turned to me, her eyes and smile still holding innocence even after everything, "Goodbye, Scott."

I winked at her, "Goodbye, sweet cheeks."

The moment she stepped out of the room, I turned to Niko, "We caught two outfit bastards this week again. Niko, they are planning something. You might want to set up that meeting with Salvatore Capone before it's too late."

Niko dragged out his cigar, lighting it up, "He wants Joe Torrio. I'm not just handing over one of my capos. The Torrio family has been loyal to us for years. Send Capone a warning, and make sure he knows that if any of his men breached our territory again, it will be a bloodbath."

"Decapitated heads of his soldiers would be enough to send that message."

After that, I went out of the office and settled onto the couch in the corner as the waitresses served me drinks.

And before I knew it, a blonde vixen on the dance floor already started to eye-fuck me. I nodded at her, just slightly tipped my head in her direction and she smiled at me from over her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of that phenomenal ass. And then she faced me, showing off those 34 DD stuffed in that little dress. Okay, now she totally had my attention. A girl with an ass and a perfect rack is what I'm talking about.

Someone sat beside me and I looked to my side to see Lorenzo, he was grinning. God, that was a disturbing sight, I still wasn't used to Lorenzo being happy but somehow his princess and their spawn brought out a newer version of him.

"What?" I asked him.

"You sure about tomorrow?" he asked, ordering a drink for himself.

I just shrugged, talking to Father Linus has helped. I was ready for it plus Lorenzo was a tough fucker, he won't die anytime soon, so their daughter will be their problem, not mine.

"I am, now stop pestering me about it, and let me score that blonde bombshell tonight."

"She's the relationship kinda girl," he said and I raised an eyebrow, how the fuck does he know?

"And how do you know that piece of information?"

He lifted a shoulder, "It's written all over her."

I glanced back at the girl who was now seductively sucking on the straw of her drink, "The only sentence I see written all over her is that she is ready to be fucked."

Lorenzo shook his head, "Do you know that most girls prefer long-term relationships over casual sex?"

I smiled and replied, "Well, I guess they're lucky to have you for that. But, in case they are looking for someone for a night, they can always count on me."

Lorenzo chuckled and said, "Sorry, my friend, but I'm a happily married man now. Only my wife gets to have me."

"Oh, Denise is one lucky woman!"

"Delilah."

I grinned, I just did it to piss him off, "I know. Now if you will excuse me, I have a very beautiful woman to unwrap."

"Man, don't you think you should stop whoring around?"

"I don't consider it whoring. I just have fun with it. And unlike actual whores, I don't get paid for it."

Lorenzo shook his head once more, letting out a disappointed sigh. I know why that was, he always said that I was disrespectful toward women, but little did he know, my love for them was boundless. Why would I subject just one woman to the wild ride that is a relationship with me when all of them deserve a little bit of my love? Who needs just one when you can have them all, am I right?

As I glanced back at the stunning blonde, her eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but feel a spark down there. She leaned forward in her chair, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage, and I found myself unable to look away. With a smile, I raised my drink in a playful toast, silently inviting her to join me for some fun.