Chapter 15

Marcello

I had that dream again, the one where the family house had caught fire, I could still hear the screams of my mother and my stepfather.

One second they were inside alone dancing to the jazz music, another second they were burning in hell.

Just like in every other one of my dreams I found myself at the back of a truck with three-year-old Andrianna, she looked helpless and hopeless as we watched, everything our parents had built burned before our very own eyes.

“Damn!” I cussed as I woke up drenched in my own sweat.

I’d been having the same dreams for three days straight, something in me told me it can’t be normal especially since it happened in real life.

Could it be a sign, or a message?

I couldn’t fathom what was happening but I cared less now. It was just a dream after all.

I rose to my feet and went about my morning routine, which involved brushing my teeth, taking a hot bath in the jacuzzi.

Next, I was standing right in front of the full-sized mirror trying to fasten the knot of the tie, and Andrianna came behind me, smiling softly.

“Let me help you!”She muttered as she successfully fixed my tie.

“Thank you, little sister, sometimes I forget you’re always skilled!”

“That’s an insult, big brother!” She retorted, walking around the master bedroom. “Are you saying I cannot be pretty and smart?”

“Not at all, you’re a genius, I just keep forgetting!”

We laughed in unison then I cleared my throat,

“What do you want?” I asked, staring at her through the mirror, Adrianna never visited my room except she needed something.

She glanced at her feet before meeting my gaze, “I’m here on behalf of…”

“Please, not today!”

“You can’t keep doing this to her, she’s your wife!”

“Well, she chose to disobey me.”

“How?”

“I caught her trying to run away, that’s why she can’t ever leave her room!” I snapped grabbing the leather suitcase on the mahogany table.

“I understand, but she hasn’t seen the light of day for days, her windows are blind shut and you have restricted me from keeping her company!” She protested. She moved closer, placing a hand on my chest, “Please just forgive her this one time!”

I rolled my eyes, “Fine, tell the guards to open the window!”

“Is that all?”

“For now, yes, till I’m sure she won’t run away again.”

With that I stormed out of the room, I met Luca on my way out , he bowed and I nodded in approval.

“We need to head to the house of hell!” I commanded and with that, we both hopped into my G wagon G550 and drove to the casino, as I walked in eyes followed me, everyone rendering greetings as I passed.

I was respected, I wasn’t called the inferno lord for nothing.

I stopped at the cashier's post and he greeted me immediately.

“Good morning boss,”

“P**e, morning, how is it going?”

“Business is going good, boss,” he said, wrinkling his nose, like someone high on coke.

I turned to face Luca, “Do you still see any of Stefan Lombardi's men lurking around?”

Luca scanned the room for a minute then shook his head, “No, they aren’t here.”

“Good!”

Luca and I ascended the stairs and we stopped at the balcony leaning against it watching everything unfold downstairs, the games, the drama, and players wasting their entire life savings on buying chips.

Sometimes I marvel at how far I’ve gone. Just a few years ago, I was a boy who was learning the family business from a stepfather who dreaded and resented me for nothing. Now I was a don, not just anyone, the most feared and respected one.

So forgive me if my heart is black, I’ve been through a lot to get here, now I learned to care less and stayed unbothered.

Gabriella came to my mind, her attractive heart-shaped face, her rich black curls, and her feisty spirit. I remembered three days ago I’d asked her why she was close to my sister. I'd seen CCTV footage of my sister visiting her at odd hours and instead of being reasonable she hurled insults at me.

A smile plays down my lips, no one had ever challenged me this way, especially a woman, I had to remind her who was in charge and punished her.

“I’m going to break you, Gabriella!” I muttered to myself, Luca was far away so he didn’t hear me.

I was back home for dinner and I waited at the dinner table for her to join me. A few minutes later, Gabriella dragged her feet. She was dressed in a tight black micro mini dress that clung to every curve and let her nipple show right through.

I nearly got a hard-on from seeing her tits bounce as she walked in, her hair was sprawled around her shoulders, that was how I liked it, I had personally asked her to dress like this, you see, she belongs to me now, she was my plaything and I intend to make her fulfill every one of my fantasies.

Every step she took towards me increased the chance of her being naked and fucked by me tonight.

“Fuck me, you look dangerous tonight!” I purred.

She rolled her eyes, her gaze uninterested and bored. “I only wore it because I had no choice!” She sat across from me avoiding my hungry gaze.

“Well, it looks good on you, capisce!”

“Whatever!” She said digging into her meal.

“You actually have a choice!”

“What choice?”

“You can choose to act right and stop being a bitch!”

She faked a smile, “I’m sorry I can’t just have amnesia and forget how you killed my father and then married me against my will!”

“I didn’t….” I paused, “We should eat before the food gets cold.”

We are in silence, none of us saying a word, just our eyes doing the talking, my gaze couldn’t leave those hard nipples, while she stared at me in disgust but I didn’t care. Her feelings meant nothing to me.

“I’m full!” She said all of a sudden rising to her feet.

“Where are you going?” I asked softly.

“To bed, I’m sleepy.” She snarled then she smiled, “You know what, I'm not going to bed I'm just sick and tired of seeing your face!”

“You can’t leave or else I ask you to, Gabriella, understand that!”

She scoffed, “Watch me!”

She began to walk towards the door but the guards blocked her path. She turned slowly to me, her face red with fury.

“Get back here!”I gestured with my hands, and she swallowed hard, walking slowly towards me.

“I’m here!” She announced, “What else do you want from me?”

“I want you!” I mumbled, she burst into cold laughter.

“Tell me you’re joking!”

“I don’t joke around,” My hands grabbed her waist. I pulled her so hard against me that she gasped, then swiftly I swept everything off the table, plates and cups came crashing onto the ground but I didn’t care, my cock was hard as rock and all I wanted was her warm pussy, you can't blame me, I haven't fucked in weeks.

“Don’t do this!” She pleaded, yet I spun her and bent her over the table. She gasped, sharp and shocked. I leaned in close, whispering into her ears “I’ll fuck you right here and now and I wouldn’t even stop for a second until you’re begging me to let you come like the greedy little slut you are!”