Chapter 3 — The Christening

Scott

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I adjusted the cuffs of my impeccably tailored suit while we eagerly awaited Lorenzo and Delilah's arrival with Aurora. Across the room, Delilah's brother was stationed with his entourage of guards, casting doubtful glances in my direction. However, I remained unfazed by his skepticism.

As Niko stepped inside the church with Evangeline and the little Masimo in her arms flanked by their guards. He flashed a grin at me. It took all of my self-control not to flip him the bird right then and there. But of course, being in public and him being my Capo, I had to resist the urge.

I rolled my eyes as Father Linus disrupted my thoughts with a throat-clearing sound. "What now?" I questioned irritably.

He replied with a vague, "Oh, nothing. Just feeling proud."

I scowled at him and demanded, "Proud of what exactly?"

He responded with a saccharine tone, "Of you, of course. For taking on this huge responsibility."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head, "I'm only here because I know Lorenzo is a tough, twisted motherfucker and he won't die easily. So, I have nothing to worry about."

"Scott. We're in a holy place," he reminded me.

"I know, I know," I replied, feeling slightly annoyed.

"Let's just be mindful of our language, okay?" he said with a friendly smile.

"Fine, I'll watch my mouth," I replied, trying to sound sincere.

I don't know how he does it, but he's the only one who can handle me with a few words. He's been there for me since the day I did the unthinkable at just thirteen years old. My own father was the victim, and I can still feel the coldness of his lifeless body beneath my feet. The whole Cosa Nostra wanted me dead after that, despite my heroic act of saving my best friend and the future leader of the organization.

But Father Linus saw something in me that no one else did. He saw beyond the devilish image they had of me and took me under his wing.

Whatever it was, I'm grateful for it.

He was the only one who understood me at that age. He didn't push me away, he didn't judge me or mocked me. He loved me instead, no matter how nasty I was to him, how many times I insulted him, he was always there. He didn't give up on me.

And I'll never give up on this old man, no matter what.

Finally, the couple of the hour arrived with their little princess.

Lorenzo looked so domesticated right now. It was kind of funny, actually. He was completely focused on cooing at his daughter and didn't seem to care about anything else. I mean, this guy has been known as the "monster" of La Cosa Nostra since his initiation. People were terrified of him and he never really talked to anyone. But now, look at him. He's showing a softer, gentler side that no one ever expected to see. It's pretty amusing, to say the least.

Fuck, this is why I hate these kinds of things. It makes you emotional and shit.

Delilah's brother walked into the middle as Father Linus started the ceremony. Lorenzo came over to me and asked me to hold Aurora.

I froze and glanced back and forth at the little girl and Lorenzo. Holy shit, this was actually happening. Aurora made the faintest sound and it shook me to the core. With utmost care, I took Aurora from her father's grasp and held her close to me. I gazed down at her and watched her unfocused gaze dart around before she let out a soft yawn. Fuck, it was a beautiful sight.

I get it, Lorenzo, I fucking get it. I get why he is so smitten by his daughter, she is gonna be a little heartbreaker when she grows up.

I pushed her headband back as it slipped over her face and in a swift motion her little hand curled around my finger, holding it and guiding it to her mouth.

"Today is a blessed day as we gather here to welcome baby Aurora into the embrace of our Lord and Savior. We are privileged to have such an exceptional family that instills the values of leadership and commitment in the child from the very beginning. The love and care showered upon her by her family is a testament to the beautiful journey that she would embark upon. I'm positive that Aurora will grow up to be a devout and pious young lady, guided by the righteous path of the Almighty."

As I held Aurora over the small baptismal font filled with holy water, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be her godparent. Delilah's brother stood beside me, his hands also gently supporting Aurora. Even though a small part of me was annoyed that he was intruding on this special moment, I reminded myself that we both shared a love for Aurora.

As I held Aurora close, Father Linus poured the holy water over her tiny head and made a cross on her forehead, reciting the sacred words, "I baptize you, Aurora Clara Vitelli, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

"Amen," every one of us said.

As soon as Aurora was back with her parents, my eyes started wandering around the ceremony, and I caught Gabriella Gastone's lustful gaze fixed on me. Not caring a bit about her loyal husband and innocent children standing next to her, she shamelessly ogled at me with her burning desire.

She'd been toying with me since the initiation of her oldest son, she came at me, telling me how unhappy she was with her husband, and I, being the bastard that I am, decided to help her out. It happened once; she only gave me a blowjob and now the woman won't leave me alone.

I was fricking bored out of my mind, and these church girls are useless in helping me get rid of my frustration. So, I'm left with no other option than to go for Gabriella Gastone. That filthy cheating little whore might be the only one who can entertain me.

I leaned closer to Father Linus, "Going out for a smoke."

He nodded, "Do come back, I need to talk to you."

I made my way out of the hall and entered the church's foyer. I could hear high heels clicking behind me and just as I was out of sight of the people inside the church, someone pushed me into the nearby wall.

A mischievous grin spread across my face as I recognized the voice, "You do realize we're in a freaking church, right Gabriella?"

"Seriously, don't tell me that the notorious Mr. Mancini has finally found redemption and turned into a saint overnight."

I turned around, leaning my back against the wall as she stood before me, licking her lips that were coated in dark and shiny red lipstick.

"What do you want?" my voice was clipped.

She trailed her hands down my body before cupping me from over my pants, "You know what I want, baby..."

I raised an eyebrow, married women were never my type, too much trouble to handle. They always came with a handful of issues, angry husbands, and messed up children. I never had any interest in breaking up a family. But, in this case, I couldn't ignore the fact that her family was already beyond repair before I entered the picture. And honestly, it's not like I cared much.

"You realize how fucked up this is, right? Go pay attention to your broken family, Gabriella."

She twisted her lips at my words, shrugging it off like her family didn't matter, "Since when do you care about my broken family?"

Her hand stroked my cock from over my pants and I couldn't help but get hard at her antics. With a quick movement, I seized her delicate wrist into my firm grip and deftly twisted it, pinning it behind her back. Even though I did not cause any physical harm, I just wanted to make sure she understood who was in control.

My lips hovered over hers, I wasn't going to kiss her. Gabriella's tits collided with my chest. She grinded herself against me shamelessly, and I found myself losing all restraint. It was a complete debacle, with neither of us exhibiting a shred of self-restraint.

I yanked her by the hair and changed our position, tossing her on the door and grinding my hard cock on the curve of her ass.

She let out a sultry laugh, "Not here, I may be cheating on my husband but I don't want any of my sons to walk in on me."

I glared up and caught sight of the ladies' room sign. The silence inside suggested it was vacant. Without a second thought, I ripped the door open and shoved Gabriella inside. She hit the floor on all fours, and I barged in after her, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside with a forceful click.

"You nasty, nasty girl..." I said as I slowly walked closer to her.

Being the needy whore I knew she was, she got up, leaned onto the counter of a church bathroom, and offered her ass to me, "Fucking rip my panties off!"

I unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down before taking out my cock and stroking it. I parted her legs further and then spat onto her asshole. I plunged into her hard and fast. I pulled her dress down from her breasts and watched as they jiggled in the mirror.

Fuck, a woman with a big ass and a big rack was my fucking weakness.

I slapped her ass cheek, "Praise the lord for this ass..."

"Yes, YES! FUCKING RIP ME APART, BABY!" she screamed out.

I took Gabriella from behind, my balls slapping against her ass. I forced her face into the mirror before us, and her red lipstick got smudged.

I felt her legs shaking against mine as I pumped harder into her. She was trapped between my body and the mirror, she kept repeatedly banging her head against the mirror and screaming harder and harder in pleasure but I knew better than to question her unhinged behavior. I pulled out of her ass.

"Get the fuck down on your knees," I told her and she immediately turned, dropping to her knees, and looked up at me with hungry lust-filled eyes.

She opened her mouth asking me to come into her mouth, I stroked my cock until I spilled inside her mouth and all over her lips and chin.

She toyed with my cum a few times with her tongue and fingers, before I ordered, "Swallow it."

She eagerly did, licking her lips and fingers clean, "I didn't let a single drop go to waste, baby."

I tucked my cock back into my pants and then walked to the counter and washed my hand before fixing my hair in the mirror.

"We should do this again..." Gabriella whispered adjusting her clothes back in place, she looked like a mess. I have no idea how she is going to explain this to her husband. He was one of our capos—not even a good one—he will think twice before coming to question me about his wife's sexcapades.

"I don't fuck the same woman twice. Now go home to your husband and kids, Gabriella. You wouldn't want him to find out about this, would you?" I said, before buttoning my suit jacket.

It was true, I can't stand having the same chick twice. They all become so predictable and boring. My attention span is short when it comes to women. I have never met a woman who could keep me interested for long. They just don't have what it takes.

I stepped out of the ladies' room and went back inside the church. I went to stand beside Niko and sweet cheeks. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow, "Hey, where were you?"

I grinned at her teasingly, "Oh, just doing some 'praying'."

She understood, she knew me too well, her eyes popped, "In church?!"

I nodded, "Yep, couldn't resist the holy vibes, you know."

"You're disgusting," she whispered.

I winked, "Guilty as charged. But, hey, at least I'm not boring, right?"

I laughed, there hadn't gone by a day where she doesn't show how disgusted she is by me. It used to grate on my nerves before but now I just shrug it off.

After the ceremony was over, everyone started to leave, I went to Father Linus, "What's up?"

"We're looking for a husband for Allegra," he told me.

I frowned, "Allegra? Isn't she like fourteen or something?"

Allegra was Father Linus's granddaughter. I think I may have seen her a few times, but my memory of her is hazy. The last time I saw her was probably three years ago when I visited Father Linus's house. I'm not sure, but I have this faint memory of her being a skinny kid with a high-pitched voice that was quite bothersome.

"She is twenty-one, Scott, and it's time I find a suitable husband for her. Let's be honest, I'm eighty-two—"

I cut him off, "Wow, you're ancient. Do you need help getting around?"

He glared at me but then shook his head, "I'm eighty-two and the doctor ran some tests and found out that I have chronic obstructive pulmonary disease."

Something drowned in my chest, the thought of losing him, fuck, that scared me. I didn't think anything will ever scare me but this fucking did.

I laughed, trying to cover up a moment of weakness, "Those are some big words, I really don't want to know what that means."

The man's head shook once more, a look of distress etched on his face. "What I need you to understand is that I cannot rest until Allegra's future is secured. The truth is, I fear for her safety once I am gone. Her mother's intentions are unclear, and I cannot leave her fate to chance. As for you, I have no concerns. Your future is bright, and I trust that you will thrive."

Again, the dread rose in my throat to choke me at the mere thought of him dying. I placed a hand on my heart, "That's how little you care about me? I'm hurt."

He ruffled my hair as if I were a teenage boy, "You will be fine, you're a tough warrior but Allegra, she needs someone to take care of her."

I nodded, "What do you want me to do?"

For a moment, he fell silent as if he was thinking something deep, and then he stared at me not saying a word, he just stared. I swallowed, he isn't going to ask me to marry her, is he?

"I want you to find a good man for my granddaughter, someone who will take care of her, love her, and protect her with his life," he told me.

As soon as his words reached my ears, I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding and broke into a broad smile, oh thank fuck! That was a close one.

"That's it?" I asked, raising both of my eyebrows at the same time.

He nodded, "Yes, you know many high-ranking men, it would be a great help."

Leaning in, I placed my hand on his shoulder and assured him, "I'll do my best. Leave it to me."

A relieved smile spread across his face, "Thank you, Scott. You can head out now."

I smiled back, "You might want to clean up the ladies' room because I kind of defiled it."

He paled, looking at me with wide eyes, "Please tell me it's not what I think it is."

I laughed, "It's exactly what you think it is," he winked at him before moving out of the sacred holy house.

I breathed in the fresh air and as I was about to get into my car, a shrill voice called out my name from behind, "Scott Mancini, is that you?"

I turned and came face to face with a girl in a white skimpy little dress with a plunging neckline–definitely not for the church but for me. I smirked looking her up and down, I had seen this girl before at the Cosa Nostra's parties, and shit, she always bats her eyelashes, and sways her hips a little too much to get my attention. She had the perfect 34Ds, and a round ass and I didn't care to notice the rest.

I raised an eyebrow and she turned fifty shades of red, "I'm Chiara Gambino."

I nodded, "The Gambino family?"

She beamed up at me, intertwining her hands before herself and shoving up her breasts even more, "Yup! So, I was thinking—"

I cut her off, "Tell your father to come to see me at my office, you're father's been slacking with bookkeeping because we're not receiving the money owed. I don't have to remind you that stealing from the Cosa Nostra is a death sentence. Make sure he shows up or there will be consequences."

My eyes finally moved to the girl next to her, and the first thing I did was scan her from head to toe. She was wearing a full-sleeved ankle-length modest dress, it was too loose for me to figure out her curves—bummer but what I did notice was her venomous eyes. I frowned at her, no girl had ever glared at me... ever.

I couldn't help as my frown deepened, it was quite rare to see a girl looking at me with such intensity.

Usually, girls were all over me, trying to get my attention. And the ones who didn't were too nervous to even look at me.

But here she was, with her twisted lips and disapproving gaze, making it clear that she didn't like me one bit. I have to admit, it was rather amusing.

Cute...

I couldn't resist smirking and giving her a wink, all because of the way she was looking at me.

And just like that, her tough exterior melted away, replaced by a look of complete shock. Her lips slowly parted and she couldn't even hold my gaze for a second longer, quickly averting her eyes elsewhere.

With a smirk on my face, I quickly clicked the button to unlock my car and hopped in. Without wasting any time, I hit the gas and zoomed out of the church parking lot. Even as I sped away, I couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the two girls I had left behind. And there they were, standing exactly where I had left them, frozen in their spots.