Mafia: My Father's Nemesis

Marcelo’s POVI stride into the hotel lobby like I own the place—chin up, shoulders back, game face on. It’s all bullshit. Inside, my stomach churns like I swallowed a blender. My father threw me to the wolves—specifically, to Vincenzo fucking Casano—and expects me to somehow come out with my skin intact. Dad’s brilliant idea of helping me “get over that boy” who stomped on my heart. Because nothing cures heartbreak like being fed to your family’s biggest business rival.The marble floors gleam under my shoes as I head for the reception desk, feeling like everyone’s watching. A woman in a designer dress walks by, does a double-take, and offers a smile. A businessman nearby gives me the same look, less subtle.Yeah, I know I look good. Pretty. That’s what Roberto called me. “You’re so fucking pretty, Marcelo. That’s why everyone wants you.” Right before I caught him with someone else. Apparently, being pretty wasn’t enough to keep him faithful.The hollow ache in my chest that’s been m

Marcelo's POV“Twenty-eight,” I counter, doing mental math. “And we handle all client transportation and security.”The corner of his mouth ticks up slightly. “You don’t have the authority to make that offer.”“Try me.”Before he can respond, a sharp knock interrupts us. The door opens without waiting for a response, and a young man walks in. He’s conventionally handsome in that polished, private-school way—blonde hair, strong jaw, eyes that photograph well for company headshots. He’scarrying a tablet and wearing a suit that screams money but whispers insecurity.“Mr. Casano, I’m sorry to interrupt, but—” His eyes flick to me, then back to Vincenzo, lingering a beat too long. “The Tokyo investors are on the line. They’re concerned about the reports from the health inspector at the Kyoto property.”Vincenzo’s posture shifts. The casual confidence hardens into something more commanding. I watch, fascinated, as he transforms from intimidating businessman to apex predator without moving

Vincenzo’s POV“Do you make a habit of assaulting men twice your age?” I ask as I rub my jaw. The pain is already subsiding, but the energy in the room has shifted.“Do you make a habit of implying people are sex workers?” he fires back, though he inches away from me on the couch.I shouldn’t find his continued defiance arousing. I shouldn’t be fighting the urge to grab him by his collar and teach him exactly what happens to boys who strike men like me. Yet heat coils in my abdomen, and I’m suddenly, painfully aware of my body’s response to this unexpected turn.“You should be very careful right now, Marcelo.” I keep my posture relaxed, controlled, even as I feel the familiar weight of arousal between my legs. “You’re playing with a loaded gun.”His eyes flick down my body and back up, a flash of fear crossing his face.“I don’t see any guns.”I spread my legs, giving him a clear view of exactly what his audacity has awakened. The tailoring of my pants does nothing to hide my arousal,

Vincenzo’s POVThe water pounds against my back, hot enough to steam the glass walls of the shower. I brace one hand against the marble, letting the spray wash away the evidence of what just happened. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking—that’s the problem. My dick overrode my brain, and allbecause of a boy half my age with a smart mouth and eyes that look straight through me.I grab the soap and work it across my chest, down my stomach. My skin still feels electric where Marcelo touched me. I can’t shake the memory of his weight on my lap, the way he looked at me while he came—like he was falling apart and putting himself back together all at once.This isn’t me. I don’t lose control. I don’t get hard for men, and I certainly don’t jerk off with the spoiled sons of my business rivals.What is it about Marcelo? The vulnerability he tries so hard to hide? That mouth that can’t decide if it wants to spit venom or beg for more? Or maybe it’s just that he’s the first person in years wh

Marcelo’s POVI slide down Vincenzo’s body, trailing kisses along his chest, his abs, following that tempting line of dark hair. I’ve never wanted to taste someone this badly. His eyes follow me, dark and hungry, like he can’t believe what’s happening. That makes two of us. Just this morning, I wasnursing my broken heart and cursing my father for sending me to this meeting. Now I’m about to go down on Vincenzo fucking Casano, and all I can think is that I want to ruin him for anyone else who comes after me.“Since it’s your first time with a man,” I murmur against his skin, “let me show you what you’ve been missing.”His hand threads through my hair. “You’re very confident for someone so young.”I glance up at him through my lashes. “I’m good at this. Really good.”“Show me,” he says, and there’s that commanding tone again, the one that makes my cock twitch.I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, marveling at how thick he is. He’s proportional to his size—big all over—and th