Chapter 2

"So listen..." Liliana dips her thumb onto the button next to the passengers seat, unlocking the latch connected to the belt that is supposed to keep her save. "Dinner was nice and I am really glad that your mother invited me, but I can see that we..." She points her forefinger at me and then back at her before continuing. "...will never work. So how about we stop bullshitting each other with make-believe chit-chat and get our fuck on?" She ram her hand on top of my pants, rubbing and stroking hard on my length. My body reacted immediately, but my mind needed a second or three to come to terms with what just happened. Could this be the same innocent-looking kindergarten teacher that sat next to me during a three hour dinner at my mother's house? Who was I kidding, I didn't care. I smirk pushing the thoughts aside, my dick wasn't complaining.

"If you go on any further, I will fuck you good into the morning hours. There will be no breaks, no tenderness and no love." I grab her arm, bringing the pleasurable movements on my lap to a halt, causing her raw and wanting eyes to shoot up to my face from behind her long lashes. "This will only happen once. I will not call and we will not see each other gain. Now if you changed your mind, I will still take you home, but the same goes. I do not date." I let go of her arm, keeping my eyes on the road. "What will it be?" And without any hesitation she turns her body towards me so both her hands can reach my bulging crotch as it scrapes against my pants. "That's what I thought, leprotta." I glance over her hands fumbling with the button and zipper until my manhood jolts free from all restraints. My dick was hard and pulsating between her soft palms as she start to slide her hands up and down my shaft, keeping her grip tight.

"That's good." I relax behind the wheel of the Maserati thanking Achille for making me go with my own car and whoever's decision it was for me to drive Liliana home. I grab onto her arm once more, this time not to stop her, for pure encouragement. I lift her hand up to my lips with my free hand, taking her fore and middle finger into my mouth, sucking on them, hard. A pant escapes from between her lips. She was ready for me, so quickly, so eager, but as usual I had something else in mind. I give her fingers a few more sucks until they were wet of my saliva before I directed her hand back to my cock. "Wrap those lips around my head." I instruct and again, without a glimpse of hesitation she oblige. Her mouth laching on perfectly as she start to such some pre-come from my tip. "That's it." I praise her mouth as I take the left turn into her neighbourhood. "We are near." I inform her as I glance over the GPS and she stills, her lips still surrounding my head. "I didn't say you can stop, now did I, kitten?"

The coolness of her breath replace the warmth of where her mouth use to be as she fills her lungs. "I am not stopping until your big fat cock fills me." She pant as she wipe saliva from the corner of her mouth with her thumb. Her voice husky and her eyes dark with desire. I bet I could make her cum without even getting my dick near her sweet spot. I challenge myself.

"For what you are asking of me I first need to see how deep you can take me." I did not need to dare her twice, her hand was already in my lap again and her mouth clasping around my dick. "Deeper." I urge and my dick twitches against the back of her mouth and I could feel her gag reflex set into motion. "If you don't go any deeper you will leave me no other choice than to fuck that pretty mouth of yours myself." I move my hips in a circular movement sitting up as I draw to a stop next to the paving where the GPS refer to as our destination. I place my hand on the back of her head the moment I switch off the engine. "I warned you." I breathe as I push her head down on my erection while slightly lifting my pelvis until I could feel her choke on my flesh. My fingers curled and entangled in her blonde hair as I kept her head in place. She was choking and gagging on my shaft, but not once did she resist. Well this rarely ever happens. "Do you live alone?" I question her as I lift her head so she can answer me.

"Yes." She breathes nodding her head and I let go of her head. Her teary eyes were wild and her face pale. Shit. I frightened her. What was I supposed to do with the raging hardness in my pants now? The thought of a cold shower made me feel a little like a fucking school boy. "Are you coming?" Liliana questions after her breathing settles. "I told you; I am not stopping until you stretch out and fill my pussy with your giant cock."

"That mouth of yours is about to get you into a fuck-load of trouble." I warn her as I cover my erection with my clothing and get out of the car. I slowly move around the car to the other side where she still sat, waiting in anticipation. Nothing about her was classy anymore, buy she was actually still expecting me to open the door for her, which I did. Only to be greeted with the horny woman I met in the car. She immediately accepted my extended hand, but took the opportunity to pull her up against me and before I could react her arms was behind my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.

"You mean this mouth?" She giggled as she crushed her swollen lips against mine and forced her tongue past my teeth. I could taste the tiramisu, coffee and myself on her tongue and I hated it. Kissing was fine, but someone else's tongue in my mouth was just revolting. I never liked it and that was why I usually refrain from kissing at all. My hand snake around her back and up to her neck, pulling her away from me, but she wasn't releasing that easily, she sucked, clawed and bit as she fought the removal of her body from mine. Only once I tasted metal from first blood drawn she let go of me and dropped to her feet. She fucking bit me. I stare at her as she walks to her front door and unlocked it and waited for me to follow. "Can I get you anything to drink?" She offered as I entered her small bachelors flat. I could never live in a place this small. There was a small television against the wall to my left and a three seater couched where I suppose she spent most of her nights in front of the television by the way it looks with all the wrappers and water bottles next to it and a pillow and comforter scrambled on the couch itself. Behind the couch is a neat small kitchen with a tall double fridge against the wall and wooden cupboards forming a triangle in the corner of the wall. The kitchen looked new; I don't suppose she is a very good cook then. My eyes fall on the bed in the other corner of her small living space witch is only covered with white linen, now I know where the comforter on the couch was supposed to go.

"Maybe later." I answer her after taking in where she lived, except for the door to my right, but one can only speculate that it was the bathroom and instead of wasting more time I close the door behind me. "First I am going to finish fucking that sharp mouth of yours." I slowly stride towards her. "I want to see how deep my cock goes without any distractions." I take another step towards her. "I want to see as you gag when I thrust my dick down your throat." I close in on her, backing her up until the back of her knees hit the couch behind her. "Sit." I order putting both my hands on either of her shoulders, pushing down her feminine body. She was starving for more, her smokey eyes screamed it, but she was also craving for release and I wasn't planning on giving it to her, just yet. "Take it out." I mouth as her eyes focus on mine. The show from up here was mesmerizing and I just became the biggest fan.

She quickly made work of freeing my dick and clasping it with both hands before her hands started to slide up and down my length and her tongue flicked over the sensitive point of my cock. She wanted to tease me, make me lose control, bring me to the edge so that I will give in and fuck her, but that was never going to happen. I don't lose control, I exercise it. I watch intently as she kisses my tip and move her attention to my testicles, taking them in her mouth and sucking at them one at a time, taking turns.

"Goddammit!" Impatience lace my voice as I get tired of her games. And I grab onto both her upper arms dragging her across the couch so that the back of her head is propped up against the side of the couch, while the rest of her body lies on top of the comforter. I lift my leg over her body until my knee rest next to her breast and my other leg support my weight as my feet is planted on the floor. I hover above her for about two seconds watching my pulsating erection dripping pre-come and saliva onto her red and swollen lips before I place my hands on either sides of her head pushing my tip slightly against her lips until she takes it into her mouth, but this time I don't give her a chance to manipulate the sensitive area with her tongue as I slowly push my length into her mouth and down her throat until she gurgle before I quickly retract and start the process all over again until her face was wet from all the gagging. "That's it." I withdraw slowly before ramming my dick so fast down her throat, hard and repeatedly that she had no other choice than to dig her nails into my hips, ripping open the skin. "Fucking you might have been the best decision I made today." I growl as I withdraw my cock from her mouth and let go of her head as I move down, hovering astride her so my wet dick slide across her stomach.

"Fuck me." She pleads pushing her hips up into the air trying to make touch with me. Not yet. I grin as my hand land on her breast; I take her hard nipple between my fingers, pinching it through the material, making her all the more wanting. Again she pushes her hips further up trying to catch that small pinch of friction to send her over the edge, but the only friction happening was her stomach getting smeared with her own saliva. "Do you want me to beg you?" She pants. In fact that was a terrible idea. I didn't want her to beg at all. I wanted her to take what she wanted, just as I did and planned to do again. "Fuck!" She squeels letting her back fall back against the couch before bringing her hands down to the top of her pants, but I stop her with my hand, bringing her hands above her head.

"Oh no." I chuckle. "That's too easy." I tease and if looks could kill, that was probably the end of me. "Let me look at you first." I rip open the yellow button up blouse she was wearing before pushing up the little piece of purple material covering her petite hard and pointy nipples. She lift her one leg beneath me in a manner to get out of her current position, but again I was faster as I push my knee between her legs on the couch, but instead of fighting me she throws her arms around my body and her legs around my thigh. Holding on for dear life she pushes her tender and throbbing pussy against my upper leg and dry-hump my leg. She moved quick and forcefully and before I could intervene her moan turned into a scream, her rigid moving body convulsed and her clawing hands dug into my skin as an enormous orgasm burst through her body.

"I am so sorry." She breathes as her hands fall covering her face. She felt exposed... vulnerable and that was exactly what I wanted.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I push myself upwards rising to my feet. "That was fucking insane." I chuckle. This has never happened to me before, points for being creative, but the fact that she did this was because I didn't read her as well as I thought I did. I knew she was ready, but sending her totally over the limits wasn't really my objective. I bend down unbuttoning her jeans. "I promise you your next orgasm is on me." I smile down at her as I pull her pants down her legs followed by her purple panties. I was pleased as I scan my eyes over her recently waxed skin, but what pleased me more was her seeping wet cunt. I pull her upwards into my arms and just like I knew she would she slid into position. Her legs wrapping around my waist and her arms slung over my shoulders. I walk us over to the small open-plan kitchen pushing her up against the fridge's door.

"Please, please, just fuck me. No more games." She pleaded as she pushes her soaking vagina against my stomach.

"Soon." I promise as I place my one hand beneath her ass for support while I slid two fingers over her wet sleek. "Do you feel that?" I breath tracing a circle over her clit with my fore and middle finger. "All that." I continue as I slide my fingers up and down her slit, before pushing them into her hard and keeping them there. "That is because of me." I state as Liliana starts to fuck my fingers, moving up and down and tilting her hips as she moves, but I withdraw my fingers bringing them up to her mouth. "Clean them." I order and she does as she is told licking and sucking away any trace of her own juice from my fingers.

"More." She pleads.

"I agree." I nod, but this time my hand doesn't move to her sweet spot. Instead I open the second door of the fridge feeling very impressed with myself to find a freezer inside, perfect. I quickly rummage through the drawers until I find what I hoped I would; a packet of ice cubes. "Let's have some fun." I chuckle turning around and placing Liliana on the kitchen counter. "Lay back with your back against the wall and open your legs. I want to see your pussy." Without any pushback she did exactly that and I stood back admiring my plaything for a few seconds before slapping her wet pussy with my fingers causing her to cringe and yelp. She likes it. Slowly I push two fingers into her rubbing against her inner wall before pulling them out and taking her clit into my mouth, sucking on it hard and then letting it go. I take a cube from the bag and slide it over her sensitive area before pushing it into her, followed by another. Liliana moaned at each cube I pushed into her followed by my finger until the throbbing almost exploded and cold numbing water started to pour out of her as the ice melted. O latched my mouth over her sweet spot and licked, nibbled and sucked at it, pushing my tongue deep inside her and my nose brushing against her bean. I lifted her legs over my shoulder as I bury my face in the wet pool between them. My fingers caressing over her pucker. She didn't react which means someone has been there before. Liliana is one great fuck and with that thought she pushed her vagina against my face, rubbing her clit against my mouth and she came down like a burning building, collapsing around me and I took the opportunity to remove the condom from my pocket and quickly pulled it over my dick and before she could recover I pushed my dick so hard into her soaking vagina causing her to scream out in ecstasy. She waited on this for so long.

"You like that?" I pull her upper body towards me, carrying her to the bed. "Now I am going to fuck that pussy raw." I promise her before dropping her onto the bed and my body crashing on top of her. I drill onto her hard and fast, over and over again until her body stiffens beneath me and another orgasm rush through her. I withdraw my dick slapping it against her before turning her over and lifting her as up into the air, she displayed before me. I slam my cock into her pussy again from behind, ramming it in and out as I watch her pucker tense. I slow down behind her, stroking my finger over her asshole a few times spitting onto it a time or two before driving my thumb into it and once she gets comfortable I push in my other thumb stretching her slowly as I start to fasten the pace my dick was moving into her. She pushed back as I bore in deeper and for the fourth time she came crumbling down around me and at the top of her climax I removed my thumbs causing her body to relax just enough for me to pull out my cock and shove it up her ass.

"I can't." She screamed. "No more." She cried. She was done. Her body was drained with every ounce of energy. She was fucked thoroughly, but I was still hard and I was not driving home hard. I slowly start to move inside her limp body, she did move as she moaned.

"This will be quick." I whispered pulling her up against me, keeping her inline as I fucked her ass until I came.

"Liliana?" I whisper into her ear as I bend over her lifeless body after I cleaned myself up. She was spent.

"Are you leaving?" She mumbled into her pillow. Shit, I froze. I told her before I wasn't staying.

"Yes," I breathe taking a seat on the bed next to her. "I told you before; I don't..."

"Don't give me the 'I am not looking for a relationship' line. She moans turning on her backside to face me. Her eyes was dark blue and circled with a black tint, her lips still swollen and her hair a mess. "It might surprise you that some women are also just looking for a good fuck now and then and that was all this was, okay? I have to much on my plate to deal with a needy lover hoping for more just because I gave him the best fuck of his life." A smile crosses her face.

"That was a great fuck." I agree chuckling at her words. Where have this woman been all my life? She might be the perfect woman to fuck from time to time, maybe I should approach her with an offer.

"How do you do that?" She tilts her head sideways and a frown forms on her forehead. My face must have given me away, because she answered my question before I could mouth it. "While I am laying here without any energy, naked, flushed and a huge sticky mess you are dressed like you have somewhere to be."

"You are supposed to look like that. You just had the best sex you ever had remember? Now go back to sleep. I need to get going." I smile getting up to my feet and heading out.

"Of course." She jolts to her feet walking me to the door and I could feel her eyes on me as I approached my car. "Hey!" She shouts into the dark night making me turn to face her naked body in the doorway. "If you want to do this again, you now know where I live." Her final words echo through the cool air before she slam the door shut.

My house was a fifteen minute drive with the Maserati from where Liliana lived, the streets were quiet, no traffic or people in sight. Only the glimmering street lights portrait the empty buildings and silent, sleeping, dark houses. My house was no exception, apart from Carlo, the security at the gate who greets me by nodding his head before opening the gate for me. "Take the car." I throw the keys to him and he catches it swiftly. There was no light coming from inside the house as I neared it and there should not have been, but sometimes my mind wondered how my life would have turned out if I just followed in my father's footsteps.

I would certainly not have security around my home and my house would probably be much smaller, but maybe I could have a normal relationship. I could let my fences down and trust a woman for once. Trust that she was with me for me and not for what I had. Maybe I my mother didn't need to worry so much about me as I would have a wife to feed me and my brother could stop worrying so much about my sex life.

It might be nice to not come home to a cold and empty house. I switch on the light as I enter the kitchen walking over to the counter as I remove the gun from my waist and place it on the cool marble top, followed by another one that I remove from my ankle. On the other hand I did appreciate my privacy, I open the fridge taking out a bottle of water before checking on my phone as I walk through the darkness towards my room.

I slightly throw my phone onto the bed as there was nothing on it that urgently needed my attention, besides I needed to take a shower and get back to work. I had to make arrangements for Gian and his team, get everything together for our trip later this morning to New York and finish some work that I should have been doing instead of doing Liliana. I will sleep on the plane.

I just couldn't seem to escape the thoughts about hiring myself a woman. If I did this there will no longer be any blind dates wasting my time, not to mention cutting out all the conversation about my love life with my mother. I wonder what Liliana might think about something like this. She would be perfect; the sex is great, Madre already approved her and she was beautiful too. Perfect for when I needed a date to a function. I could tell that she definitely needed the money.

"Mother has a good eye when picking out woman." Achille invade my thoughts, although I couldn't be sure if he was asking or stating, but I wasn't planning on answering him anyway. Instead I open the glove compartment of the car taking out my .327 Magnum and start strapping it to my ankle. I always carry two handguns on me; My Ruger .327 Magnum strapped to my ankle and my Browning Black attached to my hip. I have never before had the opportunity to use both on the same occasion, but there is always a first time and Benvenuto Damian doesn't go anywhere unprepared.

"Don't you start." I warn Achille after letting him simmer for a while. Madre's nagging was enough if my brother started with the same shit I was definitely buying myself a wife on one of those dodgy websites Tommasso was going on about the other day. I do not have nearly enough patience to go through this on a daily basis. The traffic on the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge is a nightmare. I wanted to meet Roberto at my new club in little Italy, but as neither of us trusted each other the location moved around a few times until we agreed on a place that neither of us knew.

The small bar is hidden in the backstreet of Midtown East in Manhattan. The owner seem to be some old smug who wasn't even supposed to be alive anymore. If you can believe anything the search engines says, the man is turning 93 this year. Unfortunately, no photos are available.

"Come on brother. What is wrong with you? That was a fine piece of ass." He continues, ignoring my warning. He wasn't wrong, but he also didn't know exactly how fine fucking that ass was and I wasn't planning on sharing it with him. Some things are just better off not sharing. "Fuck Ben. Have you ever been with a woman before or do you stick it to the palm like the teens?" Achille falls into a fit of giggles like a fucking school girl, but quickly recovered growing more serious. "Don't tell me you are gay, brother? Either way I wouldn't judge. I mean if you..."

"Turn left here," I order pointing towards the lane on the left side of the car, interjecting his consistent blabber about nonsense. "The place is called The Barn." I remind him of the name as I start searching for the building myself. What was suppose to be a street looked more like an alley. There was more foot traffic than cars. "There it is." I point towards the small brick building at the end of the street. A big board hanging skew showcased the letters: 'The Barn'. The place looked like a dump. This was Manhattan in need of more Damain clubs.

The inside was worse than the outside. I darted directly for the bar as we entered the building leaving Achille dragging behind me through the swinging brown doors, the smell of cheap liquor and nicotine assaulting my nostrils. I wasn't sure how much I would be able to take. "Old Armour, two." I hear Achille order us drinks as my eyes scroll over the ugly green walls. Old brown leather couches covered what I could only assume old liquor stains and there were a few bar stools propped up against the rusty bar where me and my brother found us seated.

"I am sorry, sir. I don't know what that means?" A small broken voice caught my attention from behind the bar. The woman... the girl serving us couldn't be more than 18 years old, but a lifetime of neglect and abuse was painted in her eyes which her dirty blonde hair tried to cover.

"Give me the best whiskey you have." I could hear in Achille's voice that he was taken aback before giving me 'the eye'. He noticed it too. We both turned our heads back towards her watching as she pours the piss coloured liquid over perfectly good ice cubes before placing one glass in front of Achille and the other one in front of me.

"What is your name, Topolino?" I question her trying to hide the fact that my throat was on fire. Whatever that was that I just threw down my throat wasn't whiskey. It might have been gas, it definitely looked and smelled like it.

"People around here call me Cherry." She pouts sending air kisses towards us as she leans forward trying to show off her assets making me sick to my stomach. What the fuck makes her think... god no. I couldn't even phantom the thought and I was a piece of shit.

"And what do your parents call you?" I question her, my eyes intently boring into her causing her to shift her weight from one feet to her other. I made her uncomfortable.

"Madelaine, sir." She answers like a squirming toddler tucking a loose hair behind her ear, but she keeps her eyes fixated on mine and suddenly something that felt much like a tug at my heart brew inside my chest. If I wasn't having a heart attack, which I doubt it was, then this young girl just stirred something inside me. I didn't know exactly what it was, but I didn't like it.

"Now Madelaine. How old are you?" I continue my line of interrogating, hiding the burning sensation. It was probably heartburn from the poison she dealt us.

"Twenty-one, sir." This time her beautiful blue eyes lit up, turning away from me, she reaches for her bag. She was lying to me. Achille watches her closely, his eyes following her every movement, his hand already on his waist, like she was about to pull out a fucking machine gun and blast us to bits, but he quickly relaxes once she pulls out an ID card and hands it to me.

"You should get me in touch with the guy who made this for you. I might have a job for him." I wink as I rip the ID into two pieces. I have been around for long enough to know a fake. Knowing a fake was how I made my living. To my surprise, she didn't protest. She didn't say a word until I placed the two pieces of paper on the counter next to my empty glass and she wistfully sweep them away letting them drop to the floor.

"Do you want another, sir?" She asks taking the glass in between her small trembling fingers. I was so focussed on her eyes that I didn't even notice her shaking hands. This could be signs of withdrawal, but I didn't want to believe that. I wanted her to be scared, rather than be an addict.

"Are you scared of us?" I question her as I place my hand on top of hers, giving her the benefit of the doubt.

"I know men like you, sir." She tries to hide the fear laced in her voice while keeping her hand still beneath mine. I could feel her body tremble shooting shockwaves through her fingertips. It felt like holding on to an open life cord.

"Men like me?" I question her raising an eyebrow. What was she implying?

"Men of the mafia." She declares, like it was a normal everyday thing to accuse somebody off. I do not know any men from the so called Mafia and I also do not believe in old-woman-folks. Altogether in my mind this was only a thing some bored fool created to put the fear into his enemies. All men in organised crime were not cut from the same tree, I mostly kept by the law and made my money legally, except for a few activities that I had personal feelings about, but that did not stop me from attracting some underworld characters. I hated the word and it wasn't like I haven't been called 'it' before, but it made me angry every time. It made us sound like bloodthirsty killers and although I sometimes needed to get my hands dirty I would never set my sights on a family to take revenge on one particular person, this was never anything like the movies. We don't go around shooting people for fun or kill entire families to prove a point. Those guys are called The Mafia in the movies. I run a business. Not always legally, but I don't cause too much pain. Well that was what I believed.

"If you believe that I am a man from the Mafia then tell me, why would you choose to lie to me? Do you know what men of the Mafia would do to you if they thought that you were not being honest?" I play along and this time she quickly tries to withdraw her hand from underneath mine, but I was faster grabbing onto her arm. My touch was harder than I anticipated, but I didn't loosen my grip. In a swift, her arm is turned around so that I could search for track marks. Gone was giving her the benefit of the doubt, these girls was always on something and Madelaine wouldn't be any different.

"Where?" I question growing irritated as I closely inspect her arm, lifting it into the air to see the skin on her armpits before searching her hands, going through one finger at a time. "Do you shoot up between your toes?" I let go of her arm as this wasn't getting me anywhere causing her to lose her balance, but she quickly recovers finding her feet and latching onto the counter.

"I don't use." She almost screams in annoyance or hurt I wasn't sure, maybe both. I watch her as she clasp her fingers around the redness that occurred on her skin alongside her wrist, exactly where my hand was stuck to a few seconds ago. She was fiery, which probably meant she has gone through some un-imaginable situations in this hell hall. "I have a plan." She whispers as she reminds herself of whatever her plan was, but I couldn't help than to be intrigued. I could barely hear the words leaving her trembling lips, but I caught her silent whisper trying to convince or calm herself. I wasn't sure.

"How old?" I question again ignoring her inaudible mumbling.

"Sixteen... Sixteen in two months." She answers keeping her head bowed down while tucking a fallen hair back behind her ear. I seem to have frighten her or maybe she was expecting a comeback from my part, she did yell at me after all and I have seen what happens to woman that yells at men like myself, but then again she was no woman. She was fifteen-fucking-years-old.

"I hope that you guys aren't drinking the shit this bar stocks?" A rumbling, laughing, arrogant voice echoes' through the four walls from behind us forcing our heads to turn to put a face to the voice, but not before I noticed the look on Madelaine's face. She wasn't scared before, I did not nearly have the effect on her like this prick did. What has this fool done to her? This must be Roberto. He near us, waving his men to stand by the door. He was dressed in an expensive navy suit jacket which hung past his hips, probably because it couldn't fit around his fat stomach. His beige dress shirt was barely tucked in and I suppose that was thanks to his stomach as well. Not even a corset could keep that beach ball in place. The jeans he wore hung loosely at his legs and god... The fucking Italian shoes were scarfed at the toes. I wanted to beat him up just for looking like that.

He takes a seat on the un-level bar stool next to me placing a bottle of Kentucky Straight on the bar counter, which I almost thanked him for. I couldn't take another glass of the piss I almost poisoned myself with earlier, but I decided against thanking him as soon as he opened his mouth again.

"Sweetheart, come pour these gentlemen a real drink before I cut off those skimpy arms and feed them to my dogs." Madelaine immediately did as she was told. I watch her closely as she place three glasses on the counter with trembling hands, before she slowly lift the bottle into the air tilting its mouth over the first glass to fill it and then she moves on to the second one and then the third. She has done it without spilling any, which seemed to me was mere impossible as I watched her tremble as if she was freezing, but watching her struggle wasn't enough for Roberto. He was depending on her to mess up and when she didn't he knocked the glass out of her hand when she tried to hand it to him. "Good god!" He barked, as he slapped her through her face with the back of his hand, but she didn't make a sound, instead she apologized for her mistake and cleaned it up, before pouring him another drink. Her pleading eyes fell on mine for a brief moment before she turned her back to us and I could see her in that moment. She was begging for help, but couldn't utter the words. She looked at me and then to my brother, judging us for not intervening. She believe that we were all the same and I might have just given her the reason to lock in that thought of hers.

"Do you see what I have to deal with?" Roberto points his nose in madeleine's direction. "I bet the service is better in Italy." He snares brushing his fat fingers through his salt and pepper hair. I wanted so badly to shove the better end of my .327 into his mouth so he could shut his fucking mouth, but that wouldn't do any of us any good. There were five men standing guard at the doors. All of them wearing the same suits, they are much better dressed than him though, their hands already situated on their hips and I can bet my life that there might be about ten more of those clowns outside.

"Let's just say in Italy we prefer to employ a woman with a little more experience." I answer. By this, I actually mean woman, not children, but I couldn't say those precise words without starting a full blown war. These men expected to be respected and I was on his turf, like he referred to it, if I liked it or not. I did not yet have the man power on this side of the water to demand anything from him, but soon.

"That is why America is the greater country. We train them from early on." This conversation would have gone way differently super-fast if the lives of my brother and this girl weren't threatened by these men. I didn't have time to waste. I was a busy man and my attention was needed somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Exactly why I do what I do," I state. "Now tell me what it is you want from me?"

"Diving directly into business then, I see." He clears his throat. "I want in on your operation. I have noticed that more and more children board these plains these days never to return. I also noticed that 80% of these children American decedents. He states withdrawing a small white envelope from his shirt's pocket and place it on the bar counter before sliding it over to me and I pick it up removing the content. It was pictures of Gian and his crew boarding a plane with one of the nurses cuddling a small child. The other photos were basically the same act from different angles. If he was trying to blackmail me it wasn't working.

"These means nothing." I throw them onto the counter, watching Madelaine sneak a peak of what was on the photos. No wonder she was always in trouble. She was fucking relentless; I didn't even notice her turning to face us. "So you have photo's of my men boarding a plane with a mother and her child? There really is nothing unusual about that." They would never be able to prove anything else than what I just said.

"I didn't come here for a shakedown." The fat fuck chuckles. Good, because I wasn't paying him anything. "A child is worth a lot more than these whores." He again points towards Madelaine. For fuck sakes, he doesn't even know a child when he sees one. "I am here to offer you my services. I have many associates who can boost your profits. How does double the merchandise for only half the shipment sound? I will be taking 30% of the profit of course, but this way you will be making more than you are now and you won't even feel my cut." This wasn't a too bad deal. The only problem was. I didn't trust him; I didn't want to do business with him and I hand-picked every child myself. I couldn't let him do this. Look at him; He wasn't even capable of properly dressing himself this morning.

"How about you don't waste your resources and time on my matters and rather invest them in your own doings and I will give you a 5% profit on each shipment anyway?" I could hear Achille's sigh, but he didn't say anything, he thinks that I am making a mistake. Five percent of each shipment is a hell of a lot of money, but we weren't short of money. We still made more than enough.

"You don't want my help? I get that, but son what you don't know is that you already received my help. I have been generous. Nothing happens on my turf if I don't give the go-ahead." He grins. He wants me to know that he knows about the Resort. He is probably the one delaying the licenses of the Casino.

"That is all legitimate businesses. There are no illegal activities at my Casino's." I point that out first. He is not getting his hands on that and if he tries to even poke a finger into that pie, I will cut it off and feed it to his dogs.

"I do my homework." He chuckles. "It surprised me that a man like you would be such a law-abiding citizen." He pats me on the back. I swear if he touches me again I will break every finger in his hand. "You see the problem is you are making money on my grounds causing me to lose money. My guys on the street tell me that you have some kind of no drug rule and you know... Narcotics are my main income." He shrugs.

"I don't care about the narcotics in its name. I just don't want them sold on my property. It attracts unwanted attention." I lie. I fucking hate narcotics. If you want your life ruined I will be happy to burry a piece of lead in your head, if you are looking for a high go jump off your precious Empire state Building, but do not fuck around with any type of drug if your objective is to gain my respect or propose a business opportunity to me.

"How about that 5% and you ship a few Kilos for me with your shipment costing the both of us nothing. Two of my guys will ride along and their paths will split from yours at the destination. You would be my personal courier service. You tell me when and where and my men will do the rest plus I sign for your Hotel to open." He was good, but not that good. I didn't come this far to start answering to someone.

"Three percent of my profits. I will take two loads of 2500 kilo's a month to anywhere you desire at no extra charge. You sign for the Hotel and give me her..." I point to Madelaine. "As a parting gift." I add non-chantingly. I am done negotiating with this retard. He had nothing on me, except maybe for his friends in higher places that was dragging out the Casino's paperwork, but everything was legit and they knew it. They could not keep it up forever, but I will give him this win... for now. Achille sighed again from the other side of me. I was going to get an earful the moment we leave this shitty building. I bet asking for Madelaine pissed him off much more than the pay-cut.

"I can get you a much prettier girl than her." He wrinkles his nose offering me exactly what I was contemplating in my head for the better part of the morning, a hired girl. Only problem was if he gave me one she would not be hired. I would actually be responsible for another person. What if she was a child as well? The thoughts alone made my stomach turn. I needed air, but I resist the urge to leave these four walls right at this moment. I wanted Madelaine first. "She isn't much of a looker." He is testing the waters. He saw me keeping an eye on her. He thinks I am intrigued. I don't want him to know that I was interested in her specifically. That might ruin my chance for her and place her in a very dangerous situation. "Fuck it. I will take it." He roars, before I could reason with him. Maybe he wasn't on to me at all. His words came as a massive surprise to me and by the way Achille blew out his breath I believe he was surprised as well, but what happened next surprised me more.

"Stupid, bitch." Roberto rumbled through his chest. "Shoot her." He ordered to his men and they all withdrew their guns, pointing them at Madelaine as she swiftly slide over the bar on Roberto's side and sprint pass him. If I was the one in that seat I would have caught on to her, but Roberto isn't able to move that swiftly. I quickly jump up glancing over as Achille push pass me to his feet, gun already drawn and he rounds the corner of the counter causing her to run right into him. And with a quick twitch of the wrist he clogs her with the backside of the gun right at her temple sending her to the floor with a hard thump. Blood immediately start to pour from her head creating a pool on the floor.

"Take her to Mister Damian's car. Be sure to shoot her up first. We don't want her waking up and start running again." He chuckled like this was some bad joke. "Sorry, no returns." He adds shrugging his shoulders. What the fuck was wrong with him? Surely his mother must have dropped him as a child.

"I will take her." Achille takes a step forward holding her in his arms. Her blood seeping through the material, of Achille's white dress shirt. "Give Benvenuto the injection he can do it in the car." He orders as he pushes past the minions in their twin light blue suits before disappearing through the exit.

"Yeah... I will do it." I grab the injection from the man's hand carefully to cease it from puncturing my own skin; my eyes caught the needle marks on his hands. "Give me more." I point to his pocket knowing that he probably has another stash of Cocaine hiding in there. "For if she wakes up again." I explain.

When I get to the car Achille is already waiting, engine running and I get in at the back next to Madelaine. "What the fuck are you doing?" He barks as he steps on the gas and my body shift back against the seat. He was mad as hell. I open the window slightly getting rid of the liquid inside that plastic tube before regarding the syringe into the back of the car where it could pose no further immediate danger.

"Just drive," I order him opening the bag of cocaine and placing my left hand on her temple, slowly moving it to find the opening. I pour the white powder right onto the open flesh, pressing at it slightly. That will stop the bleeding, I sit back in the seat watching her unconscious body react to every turn and bump in the road. The both of us covered in blood and white powder, greatly credited to Achille and his driving skills. "Why the fuck did you hit her that hard?"

"Where the fuck were you?" He questioned, although I knew he wasn't expecting an answer. "They wanted to shoot her. She would be dead if not for me." He points out. "You are the one who got her into this mess." That was true. If I kept my mouth shut she wouldn't have been in this position. My brother saved her from my own stupidity. I hated this place and I hated the fucking Gambino's.