Chapter:3

(Lorenzo)

“So, you thought we wouldn't find you hiding in New York? You piece of shits never learns, huh?”

“I just got into New York last night after Diego—- my second best told me they’d traced Liam.”

This asshole was sent by the Puglia or maybe Naples. I don't even know which one sabotaged all my international plans with the top Mafia bosses.

Liam was on his knees, naked. Drenched in gasoline. His wrists, ankles, and waist tied. Diego has the robe in his grip.

“I circled him slowly, gun in my hand, just to make him tremble more. The room's hot, but he's shaking like he's trapped in a freezer.”

“Who sent you?” I crunch down, locking eyes with his pathetic face.

“Liam?” I growl.”

I can be gentle but not now.

“He doesn't speak. Just cries—- silent, pathetic tears. That dark, always neat hair is now a sock mess. Still sexy, though.

“I don't usually fall for men I fucked—-- and never for anyone younger. Liam is a year older, but he's baby faced. Not usually my type, but damn he turns my head.

He'd been around, maybe two months. Sweet, soft. Naive—- or so I thought. He told me he grew up in an orphanage and got adopted by his great parents. I bought the story, it pulled me in. Remind me of someone.”

After a week of dating, I allowed him to stay at my place. Let him in, not knowing I was letting in someone who would poison me with venom.

“Who's your serpent?” Liam?” I said sharply pressing the muzzle of the gun on his chin, his icy blue eyes met mine.”

Liam is hot headed—and I fucking hate that. Maybe it's because he knows my weakness. Especially when he gives me those damn eyes.

“But this time they won't work.”

I smashed the gun into his jaw. He whimpered but didn't pass out. Strong bastard. Trained. Should've seen it coming—- those abs, those muscles, I thought he was just a gym rat. “Always working out in my private gym. But nah, he was trained.”

“I'm too impatient for his silent act.”

I hit him again, harder. “Drag him, I told Diego.”

Diego yanks the robe. Liam is heavier than he looks. Veins bulge in Diego’s arms, stay quiet.”

“I am pissed off. I shoot him in the shoulder. Now talk,” I growl as he screams.”

“I need names”

He clenches his jaw.

“I shoot the other shoulder.

He collapsed onto the floor, groaning through gritted teeth. His eyes are red. Beautiful. I grabbed his jaw again.

“Now!”

“James Puglia.”

I nod. Then I shove his head down with my boot and shoot him right between his eyes.

“I knew it. I knew those wry eyes of that bastard James were hiding something. Eyes of a stupid wolf. But I'm sure he's working with Antonio. They are always together—-or so Diego tells me.

The Sacra Corona Unita and camorra have always been friendly, but I didn't expect them to stoop this low. Sabotaging all my plans like this.

That messed with the wrong Mafia. I've been too good. Too quick. Now they've unleashed the side they should've left buried.

Liam's blood splattered my black suit.

“Burn him. I ordered Diego, walking out of the filthy abandoned warehouse to my car, where a few of my subs were waiting.”

“One opened the door for me. Diego joined me, just as smoke and frames burst from the broken windows, lighting up the night.

He drives me to the hotel. I shower, then slip into a black shirt, just slightly open at the chest, with formal trousers and a blazer. I'm broad—- hate clothes that cling. Shirts must be a bit loose but still fit.

I stepped out of the room.

“Take me to the finest and most expensive club,” I told Diego.”

People think Diego is my age, but he's six years younger. Diego Pablo has been around my training days—-- when I was being prepared to become a Machado family heir. We have been best friends ever since. But he respects me as his boss. Never mess up, never betray.

“He's nearly my height. “I'm 190cm he's 188cm or 189. His skin is rough, with a faded dark bread that makes him look dangerous.

Mine is clean cut. Sharp. Jet-black. Mustache included. Stubble bread.

“When I walk into the club, everyone sees I'm not like them. This place reeks of money, cigars and expensive whiskey. The men looks mature and good. My kind.

“I hunt men. Not women.”

My two subs entered with me, eyes scanning the place. Diego leads the way. Two more trails behind me.

“Let's go up,” Diego says. Down stairs is the dance floor. Women grinding and shaking, most too skinny, some fake. A few are real.”

I shake my head slightly, taking slow steps up the stairs.

“A woman tipsy, smiling like she's horny, grabs my collar.

“You're my type, I like the tall, handsome and dangerous.”

Her perfume is strong—- a turn off.”

“You should go watch up, change your clothes and stop using fake perfume,” I mutter. Her grip weakens, her eyes hooded, like she's about to cry.

Diego waits for me at the top. I reached him—- then I freeze.

“Shit.”

My eyes locked until the most handsome man I've ever seen. He ticks every of my preferences. Light caramel skin. Fit. Tall. To my height, warm, full pink lips. Muscular lean. Brode, seductive eyes.

Something about him pulled back my memory but I can't remember.

“I must have him tonight.

“The diamond stubs in his ears makes his chiseled face even more defined. A slim diamond chain sits on his strong neck.

His eyes piercing mine—-amd they speak to me.

“Find out who is he,” I told Diego, who has already caught sight of the man too.”

I walked to the couch and sat, not glancing at the man again.”

“When we get back to Italy, inform the partners Liam sabotaged. Tell them what happened, but not who sent him, be careful how much we reveal.

“I crossed my leg and scanned the exclusive lounge.”

There he is again. Standing. Walking. A woman following him.

“I narrow my eyes.”

“Thought he was gay. Or maybe still in the closet. He glanced at me before vanishing down the hall.”

“Why do I feel this connection?” If he was one of my hookups, I would've known instantly. But no, that face is unforgettable. I've never had him, not once in my thirty-five years.

“Something about Kim twists me up inside. I was supposed to leave in two days—- I want to extend my stay just to get to know him.

Diego makes his way to the guy's best friend.

“Diego's straight, only into women. But he has a way of charming gay men into traps— for me. And judging by the look on his friend's face, the trap is working.

Diego hands him his phone. The guy—-- dark brown skin—-blushes as the screen lights up his face.

“I smirk slightly and take a sip of my whiskey. I try to focus on other men but that beautiful stranger keeps flashing in my mind.

His hair is cropped in short c-cut, showing off his perfect head and flawless face.

“His fine”

Diego returns, adjusting his blazer.

“The guy said his name is Sean McGrath. A famous golf player. Total women eaters, those swing the other way.

The name isn't the one I hoped for—-- but I still want him.”

Even if it's not tonight. “I'll have him before I leave.”

No one has ever turned me on so fast. One second. One stare. He tied knots in my guts and made my cock twitch.

And I love that he's not in the Mafia. I don't fuck those people in my life they backstab. They poison.

Liam was the only man I ever dated.

“Find everything about him, his schedule. His matches. All of it. I said taking an inhale of my cigar.

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This is my third time in New York. Always came to see Mafia families. Never found the city interesting until now.

“Now I'm thinking about buying an apartment, maybe a mansion.”

We've worked with Vincent Gotti of the Baltimore crew for years—- because of my father. Even after his death, the Gotti family stayed good to us. Same with Vito of the Lucches. All New York.

But while I'm here. I don't plan on seeing them. I don't want to talk about business.

“I finished dressing—- dark-mood brown golf shirt, black formal trousers, skinny shoes and leather belt that hug my strong waist. I walked out of the hotel room, Diego was waiting. Sharp in a dark blue suit.

I want to see Sean McGrath play

Diego couldn't get VIP tickets—- they were sold out. But he pulled strings. Money talks.

Minutes passed. I watched him play. “I love the way he's lean, tall body moves —- fit agile. Makes my cock twitch each other. He shouldn't move like that. Some of us are gay. And he's fine.

In his final round he commanded his caddie with a cold stare. No smile, I like that. Dominant.

After winning, he head to the clubhouse

Women swarm him. He's the definition of prey.

“I hurry —-- but can't match the pace of these desperate women.”

“I slide both hands into my trouser pocket, chest out. Women say it's sexy.”

My aura is dark and dangerous. “It makes him turn.”

“Our eyes are locked.”

Those dark seductive eyes.

“Shit!”

My cock twitches.