All Chapters of Mafia: My Father's Nemesis : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Six’s POVI pushed through his closet and dug around. There was a huge safe in the back, but it was the advanced kind with an electronic lock. Wish I could hack stuff. The door had been easy, but the safe was impossible.Picking up the pair of scissors from the dresser I snipped through his ties one by one. Not a lot, just the first two inches of each one. I smiled as I pushed through the huge walk-in closet and made sure I didn't miss a single tie."What are you doing?"I jumped and nearly pissed myself. When I turned around, however, it wasn't Amadeo standing in the doorway. He did kind of look like Amadeo.He had the same height, the same smirk, but his eyes were lighter and more playful whereas Amadeo was all seriousness."Shit." I fumbled with the tie in my hand and it fell to the floor. "Shit. I uh was..."Nope, I had no explanation for this."Who are you?" I asked instead."Gabriele. Bianchi." He held out a hand. "Nice to meet you.""Yeah." I shook it. "Six.""Six. Is that shor

Six's POV"Darla, where's the boss's kitchen?" I asked."Oh, come along. I'll show you." She walked down the hall and waved a hand. "I can't believe you're back here. Amadeo was pissed when you stole that cash. I guess that's why you're working for him now.”"Something like that," I muttered."Well, you just mind yourself. He has enough trouble on his plate with the damn Irish breaking into stuff and doing god knows what," she muttered as she put in a code and pushed a door open letting me into a lavish kitchen."Coffee's over there."I walked over to the pot and frowned. "The Irish?" I asked her."I'm saying too much." Darla sighed. "Just keep your head down and do your work. Two sugars and cream. Lots of cream," she added. "He likes the hazelnut one the best.""Thanks," I smiled at her. "Maybe he won't be such a pain in my ass."She chuckled. "Doubt that, hon. I need to get back to my post."I nodded. "Angelo is staying with me. Don't worry about it.""Alright."Darla excused hersel

Six’s POVI doubled my efforts, sliding my mouth up and down his length as I caved my cheeks in. My hand moved faster, stroking me into a frenzy."What about our east loca-Fuck!""Are you okay, Mr. Bianchi?""Just fine," Amadeo growled. "I was asking about our east location and operations th...ere."I wanted to laugh out loud, but it would stop the amazing fucking job I was doing. Amadeo thought he was the only one that would imprint himself on someone's brain and make them crazy? I would make it just as difficult for him to ever forget me.Shutting myself up, I came hard, my body jerking and shaking as I spilled my cum on the floor. My head spun and I wanted to groan. Shit, why was that so good? Amadeo pushed me away a moment later and did his pants up. He chatted and shook hands and I stayed put, too fucking high to move even if I wanted to."Dario, I'll speak to you a little later.""Right." The man stopped. "Is that your um...guest underneath the table?""Yes.""Gesù Cristo," he g

Six’s POV"What are you doing up?" I asked. "You're supposed to be asleep.""I had to pee." He yawned and moved around me. I tried to hide my foot but he moved faster and grabbed my ankle. "Shit, what have you been doing?""Nothing." I waved him off. "Go back to bed." I grabbed another piece and yanked it free as I swore under my breath."You're so fucking stupid," he huffed. Six lowered himself beside me and grabbed my foot. He winced. "This looks bad." He paused and grabbed my bloody hand. "So does this. What the hell?""It's nothing.""Don't tell me it's nothing," he snapped. "What? You think I'm a moron?"He held up a hand. "Don't answer that. Is there a first aid kit in your room?"I nodded. "Under my sink.""Come on." He stood up and offered his hand. When I stared at him, he snapped his fingers. "Let's go already.""Boy..." I warned."Yeah, yeah I'll be punished later. I've heard it all before. Let me help you up.”He helped me to my feet and I walked on the sides of them tryin

Six’s POVGathering myself, I focused on the task ahead of me. A quick shower and I grabbed a razor and began to shave. As I glanced into the mirror, my hand on the countertop I vividly remembered the way he shaved me with a straight razor and licked my blood. A shiver ran over my body and I quickly refocused and shaved my face clean before I stepped into my room. This is not the time to be thinking that kind of thing. Keep it together.I walked to the closet and rifled through the clothes until I decided on something that hopefully wasn't too formal. Black slacks, a gray button-up shirt, a gray tie, and a black vest on top. I finished it with the expensive loafers he'd brought me and looked at myself in the mirror.Hell, I hardly recognize myself. I turned my head this way and that checking out how I looked. Ducking into the bathroom, I grabbed some hair stuff and slicked back my black locks until they swooped back and I felt like a brand new man. Checking myself out, I grinned until