Coca Plantation

Marcello’s P.O.V

Three days.

Three fucking days since I walked out of that Barnes house, and yet, the taste of Ambrosia Barnes still lingered on my tongue.

It was infuriating and goddamn distracting.

The woman wasn’t even beautiful in the traditional sense. Sure, her body was curvy, built to take a man’s cock, but it was her loyalty–that slavish devotion to that spineless prick Steven–that crawled under my skin like a bad itch.

No woman has fucking given a shit about me like that. Not even my mother. Celia had been abducted by my father and after he forcefully bred her and made her carry the baby, she took her own life right after birthing me.

Her last words were, I would rather face death than the purgatory of raising Antonio’s flesh! And then she slit her own goddamn wrist. The nurses told this story to anyone who would listen and I, heir to Antonio De Haas grew up learning that my mother chose suicide than a curse of raising me.

Anyway, I digress.

I was a selfish bastard, I knew this a long time ago and seeing how far Ambrosia was willing to go for her useless husband made jealousy burn in my heart.

That should be mine.

Last year, when the feds came to the mansion for a fucking raid, all the whores in my bed ran off screaming, some who knew a little bit of my secrets sold me out to the feds. I had to pay through my nose to get through those dark times alone.

And yet, Steven Barnes, that sleazy asshole who strutted into Mi Casa five years ago, had that to himself. My fist clenched as I remembered how he’d fallen to his knees. “Just One hundred million, Boss Marcello. I’ll give you triple that back once the business grows. Please invest in me. I swear on my life.”

His life was worth shit to me! What a fucking joke!

I gritted my teeth, and just then, my second-in-command, Carlo, twisted in the driver's seat and pulled his eyes from the road. “Boss, we are here.”

I only nodded in silence and he drove to the wrought iron gates of my uncle’s estate. Immediately, armed goons flanked my car, pointing machine guns at me. Carlo rolled down his window and one of the guards moved closer. “What brings you here?”

Carlo responded in clipped Italian and after a short moment passed, the gates creaked open.

He pulled into the driveway and I stepped out, taking in the dark mansion nestled between almost a hundred thousand acres of coca plantation.

The compound was eerily silent, broken only by the distant chirping of cicadas. Men with guns gathered at the entrance, watching me as I approached them like I was a fucking loaded spring about to snap. Sneering, I shoved past them and threw open the doors.

Minutes later, I was seated across from my uncle, Lucio De Hass, on the rooftop terrace. A gust of wind blew past us, rustling the edges of the white tablecloth topped with dishes. I reached for a crystal glass of scotch, rolling the amber liquid around lazily before taking a sip.

Lucio sat back in his chair and puffed on a fat cigar that’s almost as thick as his stubby fingers. We sat in silence for a long time until he cut me a cold look.

“So, nephew, to what do I owe this unexpected visit.”

Good, I was waiting for him to set the ball rolling. I set the glass down with a soft clink, leaning forward. “Five years ago, you vouched for a rat,” although quiet, my voice carried venom. “You called the rat a genius and said he would make me money. Instead, he’s cost me a hundred million dollars.”

Lucio’s fat face only squeezed in amusement as he took another drag of his cigar. “Barnes is a…slippery one, yes and the way you dealt with him was.” he kissed his fingers and threw it at me. “Chef’s kiss, son. But surely a man of your resources can–”

“Cut the bullshit, Lucio!”

His smirk faded instantly.

“I want five percent of your coca plantation..” I slid the necessary paperwork across the table at him. “I understand you may want to read through the details. You have until tomorrow to get back to me.”

But my uncle only laughed. “You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’d give you that, boy. Do you even know what five percent of my operation is worth?”

He called me boy. I let the title slide down until it lodged in my throat, fueling my rage. “I know exactly what it’s worth.” my voice was as calm as ever. “It’s worth what Barnes owes me, plus the interest. And since you vouched for him, Uncle. It’s your debt now.”

The fat man’s face only twisted with rage. “You insolent fucking bastardo!” He roared. “You think you can come into my house, throw your weight around and take what belongs to Lucio De Haas? You’re nothing but a bastard son. A thief who stole the leadership from me!”

There it was. The hatred I knew he was simmering against me since I became Don. His guards shifted uneasily, their hands brushing the grips of their pistols. Behind me, Carlo also stepped forward.

I stood to my feet and allowed a smirk tilt my lips. “Fine.” my chair scraped against the stone terrace. “Keep it.”

Confused at my sudden agreement, Lucio blinked. I simply turned and strode towards the elevator with Carlo to take us downstairs.

Soon, I was walking out of my uncle’s mansion in silence, heading towards my car. The night air was so cool against my skin but even as I moved further and further away from the mansion, I could feel my uncle’s gaze burning into my shoulder.

As soon as I slid into the passenger seat, two large planes flew overhead, heading right for the coca plantation.

From my car, I could hear my uncle yell. “Why are there fucking fertilizers now? Haven’t you fertilized the crops this morning?”

I didn’t hear a response but as soon as the smell of gasoline hit me, I reached into my coat and pulled out my lighter. Flick. Carlo glanced at me from the driver seat and gave me a discreet nod. Then he rolled down my side of the window.

I leaned out slightly and tossed the lighter into the air. It landed in the plantation and Instantly, vibrant orange flames roared to life, licking furiously over the fields in seconds.

Screams erupted from the estate as Lucio’s men scrambled to contain the blaze but my ‘fertilizer planes’ were still cricling the entire place like vultures, pumping more and more gasoline.

I glanced up at the rooftop, where Lucio stood and found him gaping at me with shock and fury just as his mansion caught fire too.

Smirking, I lit a fresh cigar and took a long drag, the nicotine sliding down my throat. “Nobody messes with Marcello De Haas.” i whispered into the car as Carlo floored the gas, leaving a beautiful wall of flames behind us.

Two hours later, after a long drive and then flying over the strait of Messina, I arrived at my home in Sicily and that familiar heat was already settled in my gut.

Shit. I need to fuck. I kicked the car’s door open before Carlo could even kill the engine, striding straight into my house.

There was a petite brunette in a tight black dress near the door, holding a broom. She was probably one of the many faceless maids in mi Casa. her breath hitched when I shot her a sidelong glance, but her eagerness just turned me off.

“Get out of my sight.” I growled and she scurried away. From there on, I didn’t stop until I reached la stanza del piacere.

The door creaked when I shoved it open, revealing a den of debauchery I’d built for moments like this. Naked women lounged on plush sofas and fur rugs, their bare skin glistening. Some of the women were sucking each other’s tits, the others just watching and finger fucking their own pussies. The sight made my cock throb.

As soon as they felt my presence, all acts stopped and they turned to me. But they didn’t…fuck, they didn’t look like her!

“Out!” I barked and my voice sliced through the haze of lust.

Immediately, women of all shapes and sizes, colors and beauty hurriedly left the room but a few lingered still, some who were sometimes my favorites. They gave me coy smiles, and fluttered their lashes. One, a redhead with curves like sin, stepped forward and cupped her own tits, twisting her nipple roughly, just like I usually enjoyed. But i knew I still wouldn’t be able to fuck her. She looked too different.

“Vattene! Ora!” I yelled.

This time, they took my voice seriously and scattered like rats. The room almost emptied out until I saw a woman that literally was a fucking copy of the disease festering in my brain. She was also the only one wearing lingerie.

“You, stay.” I ordered, unbuckling my belt as I stalked towards the brunette.

Her eyes widened in arousal and she nodded, closing the door to the pleasure room behind her. As soon as I was close enough, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against me.

She moaned and shivered in my arms, “I’m so glad you picked me, Don Marcello!”

“Hmm,” I rumbled deep in my throat, moving my hands over her big tits clad in a flimsy red bra. They were a nice size, not as big as hers but enough to trick my cock into getting harder. “What’s your name?” I ripped off the bra, licking my lips as her huge tits bounced free. The slut moaned and threw her head back, pushing them more into my hands as I slapped them.

“Bianca. That’s my name, don. Fuck, I love the way you slap my tits. Hit them harder!”

Gripping her nipples enough to actually hurt, I gritted at her. “You do not tell me what to fucking do. For tonight, I will call you Ambrosia, are we clear?”

Nodding, her hazel eyes which were also the same color as Ambrosia’s widened in a mix of fear and arousal and it went right to my balls, almost making me spill in my pants. Fuck.

After that was cleared, there was no more need for foreplay. These women were my cumbuckets and they loved their roles. Releasing my aching cock, I pushed down to her knees and she greedily took it into her mouth.

“Fuck, Ambrosia,” I growled as I began to fuck her. She spat and choked around me, just like she had. Fuck. tingles spread in my lower back and I quickly pulled out, not wanting to cum before I had her pussy.

I pulled her off the ground and she hitched her legs around my waist. Hunger swelled in me so hot that I couldn't even make it to one of the couches in the room. I slammed her against the nearest wall and she moaned like a bitch in heat, silently begging me for my cock.

Closing my eyes and fully imagining it was exactly Ambrosia's face begging, I slid the slut’s panties to the side and thrust forward. She cried out, writhing beneath me as she struggled to accomodate my girth. I didn’t give a shit. I just moved in and out of her harshly, her tight cunt squeezing me like a fucking death grip.

“Oh, fuck! Don, I’m coming.” She cried, spilling her juices over my dick. It made fucking her even easier, her cunt wet and spasming.

“Ambrosia!” I whispered over and over again like a prayer, slamming into her hole. Just when the tingles started again in the base of my spine and the hot cum in my balls began to bubble, a sharp knock echoed on the door like a fucking gunshot to the skull.

“Don, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but you have some visitors.” Carlo’s voice called from the other side.