Todos os capítulos de 14 Days With The Mafia Lord: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

GIOVANNI ONE WEEK EARLIERIf there was one thing I hated in this world, it was disobedience.As far as I was concerned, my rules were the fucking law of nature. Something generally accepted and followed by everything living and non-living.But somehow, this filthy man, currently strapped to the chair, bloody and bruised, missed the memo."Per favore, fermati. Abbi pietà." He said, telling me to stop and have mercy in broken Italian. The plea was uttered with three broken teeth and a lip gushing blood onto his sky-blue shirt. "Mercy?" I spat unto the cold concrete floor. "You have no right to ask for mercy.""Allora vaffanculo, maiale inutile. (Then fuck you, useless pig)." He tried to spit at my face, but the bloody drops weren't strong enough to reach me, and they dropped harmlessly on the floor.Chuckling, I raised my hand with the knuckle ring and dealt him two consecutive blows to the face.He cried out in pain and buckled in the chair. I grabbed him by the chin and brought his

GIOVANNI"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."The woman strapped to the chair with duct tape over her mouth didn't find my words amusing, but nevertheless, I laughed at my own joke.I'd settled into an unremarkable iron chair in this brightly lit warehouse earlier, taking care of some business on my phone, when a small woman with a bag on her head was dragged into the room, dripping wet in the ugliest yellow dress known to mankind.When my men restrained her and yanked the bag off, I was met with the delicately beautiful but unconscious face of Elaine Martinez. I knew I would enjoy interrogating her, so I waited for her to wake up.But now that she'd finally woken up, her eyes were cloudy and unfocused from whatever chemical had been used to subdue her, and she was struggling with the rope binding her like a crazed animal."Billy, it seems Ms. Martinez needs some help clearing her eyes from her little nap. Would you be a dear?"Billy stepped forward and dumped the watery

GIOVANNI“You heard me. Pay my money plus interest in 14 days, or pay me back with your body. It's simple enough for your tiny brain to comprehend, no?”I watched as the slight woman strapped to the chair in front of me ground her jaw in pure annoyance.Before I knew what was happening, she spat, and I felt the warm saliva hit my cheek.“You are nothing but a horny, perverted prick. You haven't changed a bit in four years, and it's sad.”I couldn't help but chuckle as I got a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my cheek. I grabbed her by the chin and stuffed the handkerchief into her pretty little dissenting mouth.“Change?” I scoffed. “Now, why would I do that? Why would I want to trade being the predator for the scared little coniglietto (bunny) you are? I could have you chopped up and served to your fat, conniving father if I wanted to. That's power, and only a fool gives up power.”She pushed the handkerchief out of her mouth with her tongue. “I don't give a fuck how much I owe

GIOVANNII poured a drink from the crystal decanter I kept on the tray I had in my office. It was my personal opinion that there was nothing a good, clean glass of alcohol couldn't solve, so I always made sure to have some at my fingertips.And after the day I had, I needed it more now more than ever.Taking a sip of the whiskey, I returned to my desk and sat. On the table in front of me was the picture I'd been staring at for the better part of the day.It was taken four years ago, on the night my life changed completely.I'd been less than ten minutes inside that ballroom when my eyes zeroed in on the angel in red at the bar.Her black hair was held up by an assortment of beautiful flowers to reveal her delicate neck. Her soft curves under the sensual floor-length dress called out to me, every whisper promising to fulfill my deepest darkest fantasies. Every time she lifted the glass to her lips I imagined them wrapped around my cock. I had a hard-on like I never experienced before.

Whoever coined the phrase 'desperate times call for desperate measures' was probably a time-traveling soothsayer bearing witness to the disaster that was my life.Today was day fourteen of the two weeks Giovanni had granted me to get his money.I didn't have his money. Not even close. So like the desperate person I was, I resorted to the last thing a sane person would do: I went to my father.It was ill-advised and stupid, and considering all the threats Giovanni had given me, you'd think I would understand the magnitude of the danger I was walking into.But the way I saw it, I was dead anyway if I didn't have his money by the end of today. So what was the point of not trying?I'd called my dad in the cab on the way here, and as usual, it went straight to voicemail. Since I was fully leaning into the crazy, I hadn't asked the cabbie to turn around. Now here I was, in front of my father's mansion, hat in hand and ready to do whatever it took to get the money.Gazing longingly through t