Nico
I am left irritated and angry. My jaw ticks. Some people are glancing in my direction, I glare at them my eyes narrowing. They look away, knowing it is disrespectful to keep watching me. I am the fucking Don, how dare they?
“Nico.” I feel a hand to my shoulder. “We’ve got trouble. One of the casinos has been robbed.” I stare at my middle brother, Tony and clench my mouth so tightly closed that I can feel my molars grating. I run my hands through my hair. His dark eyes that he gets from our father are concerned, his eyebrows are furrowed and anger is also etched across his face.
“How much? Which casino”
“Three mill. Aldo’s”
“Holy fuck. Who did this? I want them found now and I want consequences. No fucker steals from the Santangelo family.”
“We’re looking into it.” I push him aside and stride to the other set of double doors, clicking my fingers are my protection detail to follow. Two burly guys with shoulders broader than a football player in kit, open the door and go ahead of me. One talks into his wrist wire-mic. No doubt to let my driver know I’m on my way out.
My father looks up from the table he is seated at with my poor suffering mother. Not that he harms her but the shit she has had to put up with. A poor girl who happened to fall for him when she was in high school. I wonder sometimes if she’d have known that her husband would be head of a Cartel someday, if she’d have ever married him. She glances at me, her eyes flooded with concern. She can tell something is going on, call it mother’s intuition. I stop in my tracks; I mustn’t forget my manners.
I may be a lot of things, I may have done a lot of things, some so bad that they will be in the history books of organized crime but leaving without saying goodbye to my parents especially my mother, that will never happen. The woman carried me for nine months, she fed me from her tit, she gave me all the nutrition and strength to grow up strong and make it in this world. She is my rock, my saviour the only woman I will ever love. I know my mother will never leave me; she won’t desert me.
“Mother, Father. I must go. There has been an issue.” Her white gloved hand comes to her mouth.
“Be safe, Nico.” She tells me. I can see the angst in her almond-colored eyes, framed with dark lashes. At nearly sixty my mother is still a very beautiful woman, she has pose and elegance and carries herself well. Her frame is slight from all the healthy eating she does, the Pilates she practices every day and the running three times a week. She has a lifelong dedication to caring for herself and her three children and of course her husband.
“Do you need me?” My father, Giovanni asks. It is time he started to think about retiring. He should be taking long cruises with my mother, not worrying about what is going on with the business.
“No, we have it covered. Thank you, Father.” He nods.
“Very well then, be safe and Nico, be smart.” That last remark causes me to grate on my molars again. When am I ever not smart? I am not a Don of this family by not being smart. Give me some fucking credit. But he is my father and he always says these words.
I flee, leaving them and my engagement party. That makes me huff, engagement party indeed. What a farce. Lucky Gianluca wants me as much as she wants a hot poker up her pert, tight ass. And it is high and tight, I wonder if her cunt is as tight or if she has been with a lot of men? Why am I even thinking this about her now? She is a distraction and one I can do without right now. I have more pressing things on my mind like now, for example this fucking casino business.
Someone has stolen my money, and whoever it is will wish they hadn’t been born. Their life will not be spared, I will show no mercy. You cross my family; you lose your life. It’s a simple rule, everyone knows my rule. I don’t flex or bend for anybody.
My limo waits for me outside, Lincoln my driver opens the door. I get in with my brother, Tony behind me. “Who do you think it was? I want names, details, times. Give me the full information.” My phone rings, I ignore it. Nothing must distract me right now. I am seething inside; my stomach is in knots. Three million that is a huge amount of money. Nobody can just walk into my casino not any of them and steal money. I have the best security around, not just manpower but the tech kind. Every corner, every angle is fitted with cameras.
“Is this an inside job?” I ask my brother. Tony nods before answering. His dark floppy hair hangs over his face. It irritates me. Why can’t he just have the fucking hair cut off?
“It looks like it, yes, Nico. How else would someone be able to take it? The cameras must have been tampered with.”
“When did it happen?”
“An hour ago.”
“A fucking hour ago and you are only telling me now.” Fuck, I could punch my own brother in the jaw right now. I exhale and adjust my tuxedo jacket and square my shoulders back.
“You were on the floor and also talking with Lucky. We did not want to interrupt.” Fuck me. Now they think some woman with a cunt between her legs, a woman I can’t even stand, should take precedent over my casino being robbed. Have they lost their tiny minds?
“Never think twice about interrupting me. Do you understand?” Tony nods. “And where the hell is Dario?” He is my youngest brother; I am the eldest. Dario is just a tender twenty-nine and unfortunately, we always have to keep an eye on him. The money and the power of being in our family has gone to his head. He started taking drugs in school at around fifteen and has been in and out of rehab more times than I can count. We have tried everything but he is a lose cannon. He parties to hard; he sleeps around, and God only knows if he wraps it up. I half expect some woman to knock on our door telling us she is pregnant with his kid. I shake my head.
“Nobody has seen him. He left your engagement party early.”
“Fuck’s sake. I told you, Tony to keep an eye on him. Can’t you even get that right?”
Tony glares back at me. He’s thirty-three years old to my thirty-five, only a couple of years between us. I shouldn’t speak to him like that. He isn’t my kid brother’s babysitter, but Dario does need one.
“We’ll find him.” He pulls out his mobile and starts moving his fingers across the keys deftly.
The car pulls up to a stop outside my casino, Aldo’s. Named after my grandfather who came from Italy. He began his life as a shoreman and allied with a mafia family to earn money and be able to get married to his sweetheart, Lucia and bring her over to America. It wasn’t the right start to have in life, but the Moretti family took my grandfather under their wing and one thing led to another.
The casino is a large property with mirrored security glass on the outside. I step out of the vehicle and make my way up the red carpeted steps. Two security guards stand outside and nod at me. One holds the door open as I make my way into the entrance. Slot machines and tables are empty, the place has been cleared out.
“How much have we lost in business tonight on top of the three mill?” I dread to know the answer, anger is boiling inside me like a volcano about to erupt.
“I’d estimate at two and a half mill.”
I hiss and stride to the back where my office is. “I want everyone here pronto. Get me Ivan.” He is the best cyber security person I have, if anyone can find out how the money was stolen, how someone got in and to our locked and sealed vaults he will know.
Tony gets on it as I take a seat in my black wing-backed leather chair at my sturdy mahogany desk. My office is black there are no windows. I have another one upstairs that is like a goldfish bowl, purely so I can look down at the casino floor and keep an eye on things. Here though, I like the darkness it reminds me of something like a Vampires den. From the expensive whiskey bottle I pour myself a shot then another. I hate to lose money; I hate to be crossed but someone from inside my firm has done this to me and I will make it my job to find out who the bastard is.
LuckyThe music is thumping, and my hips want to gyrate in tune to the music. I need to shake this protection first, he is getting on my nerves. Honestly, I am not even married to Nico yet and he already has his men covering my every movement even though I have Nikolei, as you know I already sent him home even though he gave me that look that says, bad idea Lucky.Mia snaps her fingers as we sit on the velvet purple sofas upstairs in the VIP area, a waiter comes with a tray, wearing a velvet purple waistcoat, a white button-down shirt and black pants. I raise my eyebrows, he is handsome, not in the Nico kind of way but I don’t like Nico, I detest Nico he is just a rich scumbag in my opinion, but I am a woman, a wild woman, and I do like sex and it has been some weeks.Sure, I have my trusty vibrator, but nothing can beat the feel of a man’s cock plunging deep inside you. And what will I do when I am married to Nico? Exactly, he will not let me out of his sight and when he can’t be aro
NicoI do not have time for this right now, an errant fiancée who seems to think she can just give her pussy up to anyone. She knows she has to fit in with the rules, our women are not a free for all men. Lucky Gianluca needs to be put in her place, she needs to be taught a lesson. And on top of that calling me old. Who the fuck does she think she is?I know she’s wild, she has a reputation that proceeds her, she has always been difficult and run around with guys, it is no secret, even though her father locked her in a school for girls, it wasn’t that difficult for her since the boy’s school was only across from her.Did I notice her growing up? Of course, who wouldn’t with her long mane of dark hair that she has always worn long, those emerald eyes of hers, that are like pools you could drown in and watching her grow into a woman with a body that makes men come to their knees and lust after, is sinful. I will not be that man.I may have had some nights where all I could do was think
LuckyYou would not believe it, but I have never been to Nico’s house before, simply because he is old fashioned which suits me just fine, and believes that his Queen to be will not be in his bed until the wedding night. For a man like him it is laughable don’t you think? I mean who lives by those kind of out-dated rules anymore?Only, now in the early hours of the morning with a full moon gracing the dark sky at night, the car pulls up to large iron gates, they are imposing on each wall to the sides are lights that offer me a glimpse of what is to come. The driver presses some keys on a pad on the dash and the gates swing open. Inside are two men one on each side, dressed in black, they look built like brick walls, broad shoulders, mean looking faces and dark eyes. They make me shudder. A man who needs this kind of protection is a man who has many bad things going on. Like I don’t already know.I throw my head back against the car seat. “What’s up Princess? I thought you wanted to se
Nico This impertinent woman is going to be the death of me, why I am going to so much trouble to even consider marrying her is beyond me, only I need the alliance with her family, and she is the only daughter of the Gianluca family. It has been my dream and passion to be The King of all of New York and if I have to put up with her shit, then so be it. Sooner or later, she will bow down to me, she will beg for me, I will make her surrender. I watch as she climbs the stairs and move aside for her to move past me, I notice how her hips move from side to side, is she fucking taunting me? I wonder if she is doing this on purpose, shaking that luscious ass at me. I clench my fists by my side as I follow behind her into my entrance hall, it’s large and circular with a domed ceiling hand painted by the best artists in the world, a blue sky with white clouds, cherubs adorn it. She looks up and gasps. The large crystal chandelier hangs down above the centre, in front of us is the sweeping iron
LuckyI hate, absolutely HATE the way my body responded to his touch, how I succumbed to getting myself off on his knee and then for him to pull away just as my orgasm was about to crash through my body giving me some much-needed release. I can’t recall the last time I had a fuck; it was at least a couple of month’s ago with a couple of guy twins and a female hooker I ordered. Sure, I like a foursome it gives me such pleasure to have a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, whilst a girl sucks on my tits. I know some girls would shirk at this but so what, I am Lucky Gianluca, and I will do as I please and nothing or nobody will stop me. Least of all Nico Santangelo.He looks flustered like he has lost control as he rakes his long, lean fingers through his long dark hair, it falls to his chin and curls at the bottom. If I wasn’t so in hate with him, I’d think it was sexy and want to run my fingers through it. I can only imagine he uses the best shampoo and conditioner as it shines even
Nico“Your room is ready.” I clap my hands and a different woman comes in, she’s in her mid-forties, I know because I personally hired her. Her hair is slicked back and a bun is at the base of her head. She’s wearing all black, a pants suit with a red button-down shirt and high heels. I’d guess they’re a pair of Louboutin heels. She looks well-presented and put together as always.“Aurora show our guest to her quarters and make sure that Maxim is outside at all times.”“As you wish, Nico.” She runs her hand over my shoulder my eyes do not waver from Lucky’s. Is that a hint of jealousy I see as she narrows her eyes assessing the situation? She needn’t worry, Aurora is one of my closest detail, she’s a killer, an assassin. She came to me looking for work fifteen years ago and never left. I like her by my side, she can be disarming when I take her to meeting with her cheekbones so high they could cut glass, her narrow well-defined nose and her arched eyebrows. One day she will leave me, w
LuckyThe room isn’t what I expected, for a start I thought it would be dim, dark colors, reds and black. Austere like him only I did see the weakness in him when he was checking me out. The way his jaw tightened and clenched, I wonder if he is in his suite of rooms getting himself off. The tension between us was strong as much as I hate to admit that it was. My panties are soaked. The woman leaves me as I step inside the double doors.Two pale blue sofas are facing one another in the middle of the first part of the suite, a marble coffee table of rose sits between them, white cushions look soft enough to bury my face into. A large vase of pale pink roses sits atop the table. They are fresh, I am wondering if he had this all planned and not just a spur of the moment decision to bring me here tonight. And what is his end game in doing so in any case? We agreed as part of the arrangement that I would not step inside his jail until we were married. Yet this does not resemble anything dar
NicoIt’s early just five in the morning, it is still dark outside, and I did not get sufficient sleep, Lucky was on my mind. After I masturbated with dirty, dark thoughts of her I laid awake thinking about her. Not just her body but her mind. She’s sharp, sharp as a razor, her intelligence is superior to the women I ordinarily sleep with and hang with. I know what I am doing by forcing her hand is wrong, of course it is but I have one end goal and that is to be the King of New York and nothing or no one will stop me.Unsettled, I begin to move, I have to run and then hit the gym. It is my usual routine, up at five, run for three to five miles and then an hour in the gym. Staying fit, healthy and in good shape does come at a price. I’ve always been fit, my father allowed for me to take part in sports at school and I was quarterback in the football team back then, only he made it perfectly clear that it would not be a career for me. Despite the fact that I had a good arm, that I was th