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.
Marco sat at the table, the metallic click of weapons filling the cramped room. The men around him worked in silence, their hands moving with the precision of soldiers preparing for a war they couldn’t afford to lose. Knives were sharpened, magazines loaded, rifles checked and re-checked.The scent of gun oil hung in the air, sharp and acrid, mingling with the sweat of anticipation. He was halfway through locking a magazine into his sidearm when the vibration of his phone cut through the silence. The men paused instinctively, glancing at him as though expecting the world to shift with that single signal.Marco snatched the phone, thumb sliding across the screen. It was from Alessa. He hadn’t seen or heard from her since their last time together. He couldn’t wait to hold her in her arms again and do so many unthinkable things to her while hearing her scream his name in that melodious voice of hers.He immediately cleared his throat to rid his mind of those thoughts and focus on his scr
Sophia’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of a voice–a soft, coaxing tone that seemed to weave itself through the haze of her half-dreams. The room was dim, the curtains drawn to keep out the moonlight yet a faint glow still lingered from a candle burning low on the bedside table. Her chest rose with a shallow breath as she shifted, blinking until her gaze settled on the figure seated at her side. It was Isabelle. Her posture was regal even in stillness, her hands resting delicately on her lap, and her presence more imposing than the shadows. For a moment, Sophia felt the confusion of waking–caught between the familiarity of her mother’s face and the unease of her unexpected vigil. “You’re awake.” Isabelle murmured as her lips curved into something between a smile and a secret. “I was beginning to think you’d given up on us completely.”Sophia tried to answer but her throat felt tight, raw. A faint sound escaped her, nothing more than a whisper. Isabelle leaned closer, her perfume c
The study smelled of old paper and tobacco, the kind of scent that settles into the grain of furniture and never quite leaves. Mr. Vittorio sat at the beach desk like a chess master with pieces tucked into pockets. He spoke in a low, precise voice, with tge kind of coded language that kept their family’s affairs intact for generations. “It’s nearly completed.” He told his lawyer. “Once the trusts are moved, the ledger is closed.” He paused, gave an instruction and then ended the call. He was beyond pleased with Alessa. She was doing well, very well and it made his chest swell with pride. She was indeed living true to the Vittorio name and he wanted nothing more than for things to continue with the way they were going.She was learning very fast and that said a lot already. He knew that she was almost ready. He just needed to continue observing and give Alessa more opportunities to prove herself. He had no doubt that she would exceed his expectations even.From the doorway, Isabelle w
The night seemed to swallow their footsteps as they left the abandoned building. The lantern light behind them flickered out when the door swung shut and the silence that followed was almost too clean. As though the walls themselves had swallowed Roberto’s death without protest.Alessa walked a pace behind Isabelle with her face composed and her breath steady. She had learned quickly that the walls of the Vittorio empire had as many eyes as they did cracks. And to falter, to let her mind be read in her expression, would be as dangerous as stepping into an ambush.But she had noticed something. As Isabelle spoke in that lilting, effortless voice of hers–something about Roberto’s arrogance, about the lesson it served the others–Alessa’s gaze swept back towards the shadowed side of the building. Half-hidden by ivy but she had seen it: a doorway, smaller than the others, boarded hastily as though meant to be forgotten.The wood was old but not rotten. Which meant someone had tended to it,
The night had grown heavier by the time Isabelle led Alessa through the gardens and out beyond the gates of the Vittorio estate. The air smelled of damp earth and jasmine though the beauty of it only sharpened the unease that pooled in Alessa’s stomach. She had seen this path before–not in full but in fragments when she had watched from a higher corridor as a few of the older nannies slipped out and vanished toward the edge of the property. Now, following Isabelle’s quiet, purposeful steps, Alessa knew where they had gone.The abandoned building loomed ahead, its windows gaping like hollow eyes with its brick walls cloaked in ivy and shadows. It had once been a guesthouse. Perhaps, a servants’ lodge but time had drained it of warmth. Isabelle pushed open the door with a hand that did not tremble and the hinges gave a groan of protest.Inside, lanterns burned low, their light flickering against cracked plaster and broken beams. A handful of men stood waiting, their faces hard and thei
The mansion loomed in silence, its stone walls soaked with secrets and its corridors echoing with a kind of emptiness that seemed deliberate. As though the house itself wanted to keep its truths hidden. Alessa moved carefully through the servants’ passage.Her breath was steady but her pulse was racing. She had only just returned from her escapade with Marco and her whole body was tingling with excitement. She slipped back into the lion’s den before anyone could notice her absence. The risk of leaving had been enormous–but she had taken it anyway and it was totally worth it. But the risk of being caught outside was greater and she couldn’t afford to let that happen.She had the old maid to thank for it–the frail, bent woman with silver hair tucked into a simple bun and eyes that held the weight of decades. “You shouldn’t have left.” The maid had whispered when Alessa had appeared at the back gate, clothes damp with evening mist. Though her clothes were not the only things that were da