Casada com o Demônio da Mafia

Marco De Luca woke up from sleep and looked around him, he sighed disappointedly went he saw the two ladies that laid naked beside him. He was already growing annoyed at the sight of their porcelain bodies lying peacefully beside him. Yes, the sex was good but he needed them out of his penthouse immediately, so he rudely shook them awake. They grumbled as they woke up and started touching his shoulders, thighs and any other parts of him their sluggish hands could reach, thinking he was waking them up for another bout of sex.

“Get out of here immediately”, he growled and stood up from the bed and went to the bedstand, he pulled out a gun from the drawer and showed the ladies.

“I am going to go and take a shower; I don’t want to come and meet either of you here or else…” he paused and waved the weapon in from of the scared ladies who were suddenly widely awake and bundled together. The sight made him chuckle slightly. “The good news though is, I don’t take so long in the bathroom. Ten minutes at most and I am out, that should give you ample time to get dressed and get the fuck out”. 

He said and walked away into the adjoining bathroom, waving the gun as he went to make sure the women understood that he really meant what he said. He heard them grumble, then curse him silently before the scurried around to get dressed. Few minutes under the shower and he heard the door slam shut to indicate that the sluts he brought had left and he suddenly felt a lot much better. 

He came out of the shower and dressed in a black dress-shirt and black pant trouser which complimented his dark aura. His long dark brown hair was packed into a short ponytail and that gave him a serious but sexy look. He heard his phone ring and picked it from where he had charged it overnight and read the caller ID; Padre (father).

“Father…”, he answered the call with respect as he walked out of the penthouse and made his war to his sport car. He checked the time on his watch, it was 7:43. He was glad that he would be punctual as usual to the gang meeting, he hated lateness.

“Where are you son?” his father asked from the other side of the phone.

“I am on my way home. I should arrive before ten minutes elapses if all goes as planned”, he said as he got into the car, turned on his ignition and connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth. 

“Magnifico. Call your brother and remind him that tardiness would be highly frown upon”, his father said and ended the call immediately. Marco frowned and the thought of his immediate younger brother, Rafael. At age 26, he was still acting like a teenager and misbehaving around. What was more annoying was the fact that he had to always clean up after his brother and that was starting to get tiring, but his father would always drum into his ear “la famiglia é tutto ealla fine della giornata, hai solo la famiglia al tuo angolo” (family is everything and at the end of the day, you only have family at your corner).

At this point, he was very sure he was down for punching this particular family into that corner and make sure he never steps a foot out again but he sighed and resigned to calling his brother. The caller ID showed Fratellino (little brother) and a couple of rings later, the call was answered.

“Let me guess, you forgot today’s meeting Rafael, didn’t you?” Marco growled at a half-sleepy Rafael who suddenly jolted fully awake.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”, Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael.

Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.

“Welcome my boy”, his father said with a smile while his uncle acknowledged him with a nodded, but he felt uncomfortable immediately at the warmness he was receiving from them. They must be a reason for this and he was sure that they were conniving something in regards to him, he just did not know if it was something he had to be worried about.

“Father, uncle”, he replied the greetings with a bow.

“Sit down”, his father gestured to a seat beside him and he sat down but gave them a calculative look. “There is something of utmost importance I have to discuss with you before the others arrive”

“I’m listening father”.

“I am getting too old for this, I want to resign and I am passing on the clan to you. You will be their new leader, their Capo.”

“Father, what do you mean you are too old? You are still as active as ever”

“I know my body and bones and I know it is time for me to take a step back. I know the gang in your hands is safe and would probably be better than it is now. But you would need help, that takes me to the next topic of discussion”

His father and uncle shared a look he was not so sure he was comfortable with, especially with the new news that he had just received. “What is it father?”

“Your uncle and I have had an extensive discussion and we have deemed it fit for Sophia his daughter, to be your betrothed.”

“What?” he asked, getting up to his feet in utter confusion. “That is completely absurd”

“Except you can find a woman and get married to her in four months’ time, Sophia is to marry you four months after your coronation as Capofamaliglia and that is final.

Before Marca could protest, people had started filing in for the meeting and that was the end of that conversation until probably after this meeting, Marco sat in silence and annoyance throughout the whole meeting session. He could not wait to leave the room and take his car out for

a spin to clear his head.