Marcus's hand reflexively went to his hip where his gun was supposed to be, but it was empty. He remembered that the doorman had requested for their "tools". Giovanni noticed the movement and scoffed. "You would not be needing that," He said. "Come. Walk with me, eh?" Marcus and Julian fell into step along with Giovanni who led them into a small room. The room was dark save for a buzzing light bulb that hung low. Some moths fluttered around it. "Is this where you are going to kill us?" Marcus asked. Giovanni laughed. "You are so…" He did not complete the sentence, instead he said, "Oi, Pianté, give them their things," A large man stepped out from the shadows and placed a briefcase on the table.Marcus took out his gun and checked it. He kept his eyes on Giovanni as he snapped the gun into his belt and the bronze knuckles into his pocket. "So you do not want to kill us?" He asked. "Not yet," Giovanni waved them to the seats around the table. "In a way, you did me a favor. Pianté, b
"THE CAR IS here," Julian muttered. They were seated in their hotel room, waiting for Pianté to come pick them up for the operation. Marcus was still worried that it might be a trap – an easy way to cover up both his and Julian's death. He stood up and zipped up his jacket. "And the men?" "They are ready and waiting," Julian replied. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Marcus asked, walking out of the room with Julian closely at his heels. His men were hanging around in the lobby. They all stood up when he walked in. He nodded at them and said, "Non morire là fuori. è il mio debito da pagare." They all nodded in understanding. He had just told them not to risk their lives out there because it was not their debt to pay, but he knew they would put their lives down to save him. It was little things like this that made them respect him so much. "Let's go," He said. And they walked out together as a group. Pianté was in a large black jeep, "You two are riding with me. Your men will be i
"EASY NOW," JULIAN muttered as Marcus sat up on his plane seat. Marcus snorted. His left arm was cradled in a sling that went around his neck. "I'm not sick," he said. "I'm fine, stop treating me like I'm 6 years old." Luckily for him, they had found a doctor was had taken care of the gunshot wound. He had cleaned, stitched it up, and wrapped it in a sling before they boarded the private jet hack to New York. It had not been a comfortable 9 hours for Marcus. After popping several sleeping pills to ease the pain, their plane finally touched down in New York City. A black limousine was waiting on the runway for them. Marcus and Julian transferred into the limo and they were driven to the Salvatore estate. Vittorio was waiting in the living room when they arrived. His face did not reveal any reaction when he saw Marcus's hand hung from a sling. He simply said, "Drinks?" Marcus knew that was his way of saying he was glad they were in a relatively good state of health so he nodded. A
"CALMA, CALMA," MARCUS said into the phone as he walked away from the room where he and Mellsia had just finished having sex. He wondered what that was all about, it had been a while since Mellisa was that responsive to his touch, and now, she still lay wasted on the couch. He was surprised to see that Olivia was calling him too.What other surprises does life have for me? He asked himself as he picked up the call and got even more surprised at Olivia's shaky voice. "What do you mean by your child has been taken?" He asked. "By whom?" He could not begin to fathom why. "You don't know? You could not get a good look at his face?" Marcus bent his neck to hold his phone in place as he rubbed his eye socket. "Just stay put, alright. I will be there in 5 minutes." He snapped off his phone. And walked back into the room. Why would anybody target Jake? Had one of his rivals seen him with the boy and concluded that they were father and son and wanted to rake some sort of twisted revenge
THE POLICE? Marcus scoffed, irritated at the thought of waiting for the police. Those law enforcers would do nothing other than wait for a ransom call or note. And if it did not come, their kidnap rescue rate would be less than 20% The police. He scoffed again and stood up. "I have to make some calls. I will be right back," He said to Olivia and her friend who was lusting over him shamelessly. They watched him walk out be door. He closed the door behind him, they did not need to hear what he was going to say in the call. Kidnapping was one of the circles of the underworld Mafia, and as he was the head of the Salvatore family, he must know someone who knew someone who knew about it. After that, it was about using his veto power as head of a powerful family to demand the kid's release. He scrolled through his phone, looking for one of his most trusted boys who could do the work of digging for information no matter how it came. He placed the call and was answered immediately."Ciao,
A SHARP KNOCK roused Melissa from bed. She was still feeling the ecstasy of Marcus's dick pounding into her. She stretched and felt an ache between her legs, it made her smile. If things continued like this, she might actually start to like the Italian that was her husband. She really needed that good fuck, it helped her calm down. The knock sounded again. "Yeah? Come in," She called, pulling the sheets to cover her naked breasts. Her personal lieutenant, Jerry walked in. "News is buzzing around, ma'am." "News about what, eh?" Mellissa asked, standing up. She let go of the sheets, ignoring Jerry who stood stoic not daring to look at his boss's nakedness. "Your husband is calling for favors," Jerry said. "Favours is a good and common thing in this line of work, Jerry," Mellisa sighed. She would not allow anything to spoil this feeling of ecstasy. "It builds bonds and – I shouldn't be explaining all this to you. You're experienced enough." Jerry cleared his throat. "You have so
I HATED THIS feeling of waiting. I fretted and paced the length of my living room anxiously. "Come and have a seat, Olivia," Laura said. "Stressing yourself out won't help the situation." I turned to look at her angrily, but I saw the concern in her eyes and I felt drained of energy so I went to sit beside her. "Marcus and the police are on to this," She said, trying to console me. I nodded absently. "But I don't see what Marcus is going to do," She said. "Is he in the military or something?" I chuckled dryly. "Or something is right." I stood up again and walked to the window. I could not sit still, knowing that my child was out there somewhere. "Do you think he has eaten?" I asked turning to look at Laura. "I'm sure he has been given something," Laura said softly."What of his nut allergy?" I cried. "He might have been given something to trigger the allergy. That could be disastrous–" "Olivia!" Laura snapped. "Get your shit together!" I clamped my mouth shut. "Would you rath
OLIVIA, IT WOULD not be any good if you crash the car and we died in an accident," Laura said beside me. "Or if the cops pull us over for overspending," I turned to look at her. She was gripping the side of her seat tightly and her face was white. I looked at the needle on the speedometer. It was pointing at 90mph. Okay, she is right. I eased my feet off the gas and slowed down. "You are still driving faster than the speed limit," Laura said. I scoffed. "Cry baby!" I sneered. I do not know where the desperate daredevil in me came from as I weaved through the traffic. "I thought Marcus said you should stay at home because it might get dangerous," Laura said. I scoffed again. Like I was going to obey his instructions. He had found my son and expected me to stay at home drinking coffee while waiting for him to come.I subconsciously pressed on the gas again. On the call, he had not said anything about the state of Jake. If he was… I could not bring myself to finish the thought.