3|Loophole

~Klaus~

‘Fucking Kino,’ I groaned, ignoring Dianna, Dina, Darlene – whatever this blond’s name – nails dug into the back of my thighs as I thrust my cock down her throat; her eyes watered. The pendulum movement had the headboard banging on the wall.

My mind reeled with my father’s words. For years, he threw hints after hints that he wanted a family man to take over the mafia. I took them as a joke he’d like to throw around at meetings and parties. A fucking mistake on my end. Now I am about to lose the only thing I ever worked for.

I had always been a mafia man. There was no other option for me. I made better of myself in every aspect of the business, eyeing the price of becoming Don when my father retires. All my hard work will go to waste just because I am single? Huh. Life is never fair, but this is some kind of prejudice.

Dina coughed as I pulled out of her mouth. She gasped, retrieving the air she gave up to please me, corkscrewing her hands up and down my dick. Like a man on a mission to choke her, I kept going at it when he wrapped those swollen lips around me.

Like a storm determined to break everything on my path, I left my father’s office and headed for the club. Still suffering from last night’s hangover, I drank to oblivion, filling this pit growing in my chest. When the alcohol didn’t work, I grabbed the next girl who batted her eyelash on me, and here I am, shoving my cock down Dianna’s throat.

I am the best at what I do. I dedicated my life to the business, made it thrive. But none of those mattered to my father. He wanted a family man to take over for him. A family man in his book meant someone who plays hard and a gentle and loving husband and father at home.

Kino knows shit about playing hard or playing at all. He dislikes arguments and ends up saying yes to avoid confrontations. We are not enemies, but we are not best friends either. He is married and has a bambino on the way. That’s the only advantage he has on me, but does that really make a great Don?

Me? I had been playing hard my entire life. I loved confrontations. I loved winning, and I am not afraid to put anyone in their place or remind them who the fuck was in charge. I knew when to be a dickhead, when to be charming, and when to be a charming dickhead.

I had all the qualities of a great Don apart from a simple thing called a family.

I watched as Dianna’s head bobbed back and forth, her neck flushed, cheeks hollowed to accommodate my package. I gripped the headboard tight, careful not to crush her with my weight.

“Cazzo!” I groaned. The familiar tingling down my spine made itself known. My abs constrict. Darlene moaned, swallowing ropes and ropes of my release. A few drops trickled down the side of her mouth.

She smiled, gasping as I pinched my eyes closed, lifting myself off of the bed. I sat on the edge and ran my hand over my face. Even fucking is not doing the trick. This void in my chest gets deeper as the seconds tick by. Slowly, I realize what it is.

Fear.

Fear of losing what was rightfully mine. Fear of uncertainty. Fear of disappointing dad... myself.

The bed dipped. Darlene looped her hands around my middle from behind and ran her wet lips down my shoulder blade, purring like a feline that wanted petting.

I shoved her hands away, stood up, and grabbed her clothes from the floor.

She squeaked when I threw her clothes to her face.

“Get out,” I growled, picking up my boxer and pants from the floor.

“W-what?” her lips quivered.

‘Uh, not the tears,’ I groaned, putting my clothes on. ‘This is not such a good night to pull that pity party stunt on me.’

“Get. Out.” I repeated each word with much vigor.

“But we barely started,” she argued, her eyes misting.

“I already finished,” I said coldly. “You’re still drooling with my cum, love.”

Fuck, this is not how I pictured my night with this woman. What I’m doing to her is cruel, but if she’s getting a hint of the anger growing inside me and what’s waiting for her if we continue, she’d fucking kiss my feet for throwing her out. I’m in the mood for all kinds of kink tonight, and she seems like a really sweet girl.

All I wanted was good sex and sleep my worry off, but with the way things are unfolding, I need another outlet than this sweet blond.

Silently, she got dressed. “You’re a fucking dickhead.” She wiped her cheeks roughly, picking up her shoes and purse scattered on the floor.

“Don’t I know it?” I said, picking up a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.

She gave me a death glare, closing the door so hard the hinges shook.

I huffed, cursing myself for my choices in the last forty-eight hours. Dad’s decision to choose Kino over me made sense as I stepped out to the balcony.

The night was still young; the street below was bright and alive. How I will get through tonight without killing anybody is fucking with my head. My knuckles were itching to taste blood, probably Kino’s, if the situation permitted.

Ten minutes later, Ghost arrived, passing over a cold beer bottle. I sat man spread on the couch, gazing at the New York skyline, lost in my thoughts.

“She got home safely?” I asked, accepting the offered beer.

Ghost knew the protocol. No matter how my night ended, if I brought a girl with me, he had to make sure she got home in one piece.

“Sì,” he flopped on the single couch. “You fucked her good.”

I was twenty when I moved to capo position, and Ghost had been with me since then. He saw how I worked my way through college. A regular student by day, and commanding men in the mafia, three times my senior at night. Sleep became a meaningless word to me, but I love what I do.

“Didn’t fuck her at all,” I scoffed, downing half of my beer, exhaling as the cool liquid spiraled down my throat.

“Your dad gave you an ultimatum,” stated Ghost, clearly aware of my dilemma.

“Fuking Kino,” I spat.

His soft blue eyes were judging. He earned every right to. He warned me, and I didn’t listen.

“What do you want to do?” Ghost sighed, taking my side even if my demotions meant he’d be going down the ranks with me.

I shrugged. “What else is there to do?” I finished the beer before it warmed up. “Once he sets his mind on anything, he can’t be swayed.” Those words leaving my mouth turned my fear into full-blown horror.

Fuck.

This is real.

Ghost tilted his head to the side, scrutinizing me. “I know this guy. He made the Russian mafia don bend on one knee and pledge allegiance to the Italian mafia to save his friend.”

Remembering that day made me smile. I did it to save Evan’s ass. Everyone said it was a suicide mission. But there is always a loophole in every situation, and I found Vino’s weakness, his son Nathan Rogers.

“Are you suggesting that I raise a war against my father?” I chuckled sarcastically.

“Why the fuck would I suggest that?” Ghost shook his head, disappointed at my lack of comprehension. My brain wasn’t working properly, fried from worrying all day. “Kino taking over is temporary. Boss is giving you time to prove yourself. And you are proving him right by sulking.”

Like a lighthouse illuminating my way through the stormy seas, an idea came to me. “Found a loophole?”

“Uh-huh,” I grinned, lighting up another cigarette. “I need to find a temporary wife.”

Ghost choked on his beer. “A what?!”

My smile widened. “And I have the perfect woman for the job.”