When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet

'A mission to protect? Really? Freaking doomed!’

                                                          -Drake Lucas Del Fiore-

Note: This is a work of fiction. Characters and all are based on the author's imagination. All rights reserved, and soft copy is prohibited. Contains highly sensitive scenes and mature episodes. R18. 

Drake’s POV

I groaned deeply as I nearly reached my climax. Her heavy breathing gave me the satisfaction of knowing she’s way beyond heaven. I pulled her closer and thrust deeper inside her. Her hands fisted on my back while I was doing the job.

“Oh, Drake, deeper...take me higher, Drake.”

“F*ck.” I moved harder and deeper for her.

Her body arched in a different position as I held her behind her back and thrust deep into her. I fully crushed and massaged her peak, which made her wilder.

“Oh, Drake! Oh...more!” Her body tensed. She couldn’t quite catch her breath while holding the steel bar in front of her.

“More? Like this.”

“Oh...shit, Drake!”

Yes, this is what I do. I f*ck girls whenever I want and whenever I need. I don’t kiss them using my lips. I want to pleasure myself. I might be a bastard to someone—a heartless, ruthless jerk to others who made an unforgivable mistake. I show no mercy in front of my enemies, and I can give a heaven pleasure for f*ck sake.

I swore in silence in the back of my mind as I thrust deep inside her, and she never stopped moaning. She’s too freaking noisy, and I don’t like it. Then I felt her body tensing while she reached the top, and with a deep thrust, I pulled right away and had my release.

“What the hell? Why did you pull out, Drake? You have your condom, right?” she said, disappointedly.

“I don’t trust this thin plastic, Sam.” I stood up immediately. She quickly wrapped her arms around my back.

“Drake, kiss me, please, baby.” She gasps. I can feel her behind me.

I slightly chuckled and jerked my head.

“My lips are reserved, Sam,” I spoke softly. I untangled her hands around me and walked away. I heard her body slam against the mattress. I quickly jerked my body and put on my clothes. Then my phone rang... it was Jet.

“Yes, Jet?” My jaw tightened.

“Boss?” The rattling could be heard on the line. He sounded frightened.

“Yes?” I buttoned up my sleeve and turned on the loudspeaker.

“Eagle wants to talk to you, boss. He wants to see you now.”

I raised my eyebrows as I looked in the mirror, examining my reflection. Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized it wasn’t even daylight.

Why does he want to talk to me at this hour? It seems like a joke. What could be so important that he called Jet to arrange this meeting?

“I will be there in a minute, Jet. Where are the boys?”

“They’re all here, boss. We are waiting for you.”

“Okay. Tell them to get ready.”

“Yes, boss.”

I spun around to see Sam. She’s still on the bed, looking at me, trying to tease me again for another round.

“Can we do it again, Drake, please.... God, you’re so good amongst all the boys that I had.”

I smirked and shook my head slightly as I fixed myself up.

“You know the rules, right? If I fuck you twice, you might die, Sam,” I sarcastically said and walked away.

“Fuck you, Drake!” she exclaimed in anger.

I laughed a little.

I don’t interact with the same person twice. If I do, they will die. It's necessary. I want to avoid attachments because they may develop feelings for me and become clingy, and I'm not emotionally equipped for that.

I walked in big footsteps until I saw Jet outside waiting for me in the car. He opened the car door, and I slid inside.

“Ready?”

“Yes, boss.”

Jet drove the car fast, and we arrived quickly at Eagle’s hideout. I was surprised when I saw Titan’s black, shiny, solid sports BMW parked in the corner.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I examined his car. I scanned the area around the mansion and then winked at Jet. He knew exactly what to do with Titan’s luxurious vehicle.

Damn him. He has to pay for what he did to me back then. I won’t let this go because it’s the perfect opportunity for a kickback.

The boys lined up, heads bowed in respect, as I approached the hallway to Eagle’s library. I clenched my jaw, seeing both my people and Titan’s, waiting on the other side for their boss to leave the Eagles’ room.

I scoffed and paused, watching Titan’s men with bowed heads. I smirked.

We don’t mix jobs because Titan and I have different missions and territories, despite serving the same boss. It’s surprising Eagle called him—more likely, it will be me.

The position I have now was based on my talent and work. Titan is just a piece of trash that finishes dirty work. I don’t trust the bastard, and Eagle doesn’t trust him either.

The huge door swung open, and Titan stepped out looking terrible. He was rubbing his face, and it was obvious—the red mark was clear. I chuckled, and he paused in front of me, glaring with anger.

“Did you fucked up your mission?” I sarcastically smirked.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened.

“Fuck you, Drake,” he said through clenched teeth.

I laughed a little, shook my head, and rested both hands on my hips.

“You look like shit, Tits.” I looked at him with no fear. We held each other’s gaze, and he blinked slightly.

“Do you think you can win this time, Drake?”

“Even if I face the reaper now, I couldn’t give a damn, Tits,” I said, my jaw clenched as we stared each other down. He took a step back, maintaining his distance from me.

I step closer, provoking him into a fight. I can sense the tension between us. I’m prepared to throw a punch, but someone intervened — Armani, Titan’s bodyguard — who leaned in and whispered something to him.

I smirked at Titan, flashing him a wicked smile. Armani might have told him what happened to his beloved car.

Damn, beauty!

“You’ll pay for this, Drake!”

“Bring it on,” I said, cracking my neck, ready for a fight. But then the large door swung open, inviting me in.

Titan walks away in disgrace, and I shake my head. I swallow hard and clear my throat as I enter Eagle’s room. It shuts immediately when I step inside.

The lights are dim, creating an eerie atmosphere. Eagle is strong and commanding. He is like our God in this domain—my father.

My jaw tightens as I glance at him.

He’s standing facing the large glass window that overlooks the city. He spins around and then smiles at me, appearing fearless and merciless. He puffs a large amount of tobacco and exhales it into the air.

“Drake Lucas Del Fiore,” in his baritone, powerful voice.

“Dad,” I dip my head halfway and look back at him. We stared.

The first day he approached me remains vivid—the day he rescued me from hell, when I was bleeding to death. I have never treated him differently in my life. He's my master, my boss, and my non-biological father.

“Go fly to the Philippines for a mission, son.”

My eyebrows rumpled.

What? In the Philippines? And why is that?

“Why in the Philippines? What sort of mission is this, Dad?”

He cleared his throat and walked closer to his desk. He opened his drawer and placed the brown folder on top.

“Inside is the complete information, son. Approach her and get close. Win her heart and, if possible, marry her.”

I clenched my teeth in frustration. I can’t believe what’s happening! What is this mission really about? And why do I have to marry her?

I silently cursed in my mind as I gazed at the man I love so deeply. I hoped Eagle was just joking, but damn, I could tell he’s serious this time.

“You take Jet and Diego with you. I can secretly send the rest of the men to serve as your lookout guards,” he says, sitting down on his mighty chair.

What the fuck.

I was about to complain, but he can read minds and discreetly anticipate what I’m about to say.

“I can’t share that with you right now, son. Just complete this mission and take her with you. Once everything is settled, bring her here to Italy.”

Damn it. This is serious, not a joke. His providing me with two of his code keys indicates that this mission is life-or-death and involves his life, not just mine.

I took a deep breath and opened the folder to review her details.

“Son, protect her at all costs. The South is hunting her.”

The South is after her? Is she some kind of a princess? Damn this.

My eyebrows furrowed when I saw her profile. I shook my head upon reviewing her details alongside her picture. I let out a slight laugh.

“How can I marry this girl, Dad? Look? She looks like a fucking twelve-year-old for fuck sake.”

“That photo was taken ten years ago. They still live in the countryside of Bohol, son. I bet she's beautiful and a mature woman now,” he says, looking at me seriously without showing any emotion.

“Fly tomorrow and start the mission. I put all my trust in you on this mission, Drake,” his jaw tightens.

I grit my teeth, feeling tense about it.

“Yes, Dad, I will handle this.” I nod my head halfway, feeling I have no other option. I can't believe I have to do this, and marriage seems like the only way out.

My pace quickens the moment I step out. Diego, Jet, and the rest of the gang follow close behind. I swear several times, and my grip tightens around the envelope.

Bloody hell, this mission is crazy. I have to marry this wimpy woman who looks like a wet lost puppy, damn it.