Chapter 6 Maximo

I stepped out of my Mercedes G-wagon. Flanked by a pair of my men, we strode into the Aquamarina Hotel building. Aquamarina was one of the numerous establishments regarded as the cornerstone of the Viltinó family's wealth, inherited through the generations. A startling news flash greeted me upon my return to New York. My gas plant caught fire, and the explosion claimed lives.

While the police thought it was a case of mishandling improperly, the Mafia knew otherwise. An all-time enemy detonated a bomb in my gas plant and watched it go up in smoke. Even after a year of knowing who I was dealing with, I was still unable to find and confront the asshole who went by the name Lord.

Apart from my father, may his bloody soul never rest in peace, no one had ever disturbed me to such an extent.

That man brought me enemies, brought hell to my life, and even offered to make Laura Benedetti my plaything from the moment she was born. It was not until her father, Benedetti, took a soul that I vowed to protect with my life that I realized how much I would care about my father's offer. My twin sister, Giulia Viltinó. Benedetti roasted her like meat after I had given my kidney and donated blood to keep her alive.

How on earth did he think his daughter would grow up happily and my sister rot six feet below the surface? Such a thing couldn't happen, not on my watch.

Nothing could undo the vow made to send Laura six feet below the ground where Giulia's body lay. I could give Benedetti a cold, bloody gift in a plastic garbage bag at any time. He had better get ready for that.

I settled into a couch in the office. "How'd it go?" I asked Kenzo, my consigliere. Kenzo had been looking into the matter ever since the incident.

I reached into my coat pocket for a pack of cigarettes, pulled out a stick, and clamped it between my teeth. Reaching into my pocket for a lighter, one of my men, who had been standing behind me, hurried forward and lit my cigar. When I gave him a warning look, he realized what he had done and lowered his head instead of saying sorry. Everyone who knew me knew how much I detested apology.

Was I too hard on my men? Sometimes.

He bowed down to allow me to hold his head down to my face when I extended my hands to him. "Permit me to light my cigar on my own," I whispered to him. Kissing him on the forehead, I let him go. The next time he'd make the same mistake, a Beretta would issue the warning.

Kenzo came over and handed me a folder. "It includes all of the arson research."

"Oh my god, there was arson?" Russo's face was a picture of complete shock with folds etched on it.

"I wish there wasn't."

I rifled through the file, looking closely at the written reports and pictures.

"The surveillance cameras were turned off before the fire. I ordered my squad to perform an autopsy on the men who were in the control room during the attack. It turns out that the men were shot dead prior to the fire and then burned in the explosion."

The fire in some of the photos sparked a memory. The night I lost myself completely. When Giulia died. I passed the file to one of my men. "Burn this."

"Fuck," Russo yelled through gritted teeth as soon as he got off the phone. His expression abruptly turned angry as he leaned into his knees and covered his face with his hands after running them through his head.

"What's up, man?" Sandro queried, growing curious.

Russo sat up and let out a weary sigh. "Pedro's gone. Some men abducted him about ten minutes ago."

A painful, crestfallen silence drenched in searing fury descended into the office, elevating by degrees. We just lost another man.

Kenzo removed his spectacles, sat down on the L-shaped sofa, and sadly ran his hands over his face. Sandro cussed out, pounding his fist against the armrest.

Kenzo said, "Someone needs to see Trey before he does something dumb about Pedro's disappearance."

"We can't take further chances, Maxi, every fucking person on the suspect list has to die, Benedetti has to die," Sandro thundered with rage.

My mother's head was blown up by that piece of shit who called himself Lord, and then he staged it to look like suicide. The prick took away my sister, sent his daughter to kill me, took Víctor, and now he abducted one of my capos.

Benedetti seemed to have made a New Year's resolution to murder every member of my crew.

Benedetti would've been dead a long time ago. His power, his vast network of connections, and Ndrangheta mafia weren't the reason I let him stay alive despite everything he did. One of the reasons he was still breathing was the doubt that he was Lord. Laura was another.

"What if Laura's acting under the guise of defending the reality that her father is Lord? She might actually know something about Lord and is just pretending to forget it," Russo surmised. "I suggest we interrogate her."

"Lord doesn't make himself known to his subjects, how much more about kid assassins? A child such as Laura will know nothing about Lord."

I strolled into my bedroom and made my way to the closet, unsnapping my cufflinks en route. I was so consumed with mafia and business affairs that I failed to notice the half-naked form of Louisa lying comfortably in my bed until I heard her sensual voice,

"Welcome home, maestro."

I halted, staring at her as she sailed towards me, her hips swaying from side to side. She stood in front of me, leaning closer to give me a sniff around the neck.

She ran her finger through my collar. "A fleck of blood on your collar." With a knowing smile, she bit her lower lip and her face flushed. "Who died at your hands this time?" She drew back. "I heard about Pedro, I'm sor... oops. For a second I forgot the fact that you're not easily moved by things."

Maybe my workers needed to get a job elsewhere. Who let my fuck buddy into my house? I'd given them an order to not welcome visitors until further notice.

I grabbed her by the neck so abruptly that she didn't see it coming. "Watching you raise that paddle at the auction, I nearly blew a hole in your head.,"

"I was aware that you intended to forcefully take your prey from Mikhailov without paying him a single dime. I did what I did to stop you from ruining Cosa Nostra's relationship with Bratva. Because I know fighting a weakling like me is no fun for you." My grip was not firm enough to prevent her from running her mouth.

That wasn't all. I also couldn't fight the lady who'd been my fuck buddy since seventeen. I'd just kill her at once.

"Laura. Where is she?"

"Where do you think she is?"

"What do you plan to do with her?"

Tons of things I planned to do with her, touching her, fucking her had never been on the list. But seeing the ripe beauty the child had become-all that mouthwatering curves, talk about her little tight pussy. Only God knew what I'd do to her.

I needed to blow off some steam. My cock couldn't throb more, a release would be necessary.

"Get on your knees, and pet my cock. Now."

Pleasure glistened in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Sí, maestro." Her voice was just above a whisper, oozing much sensuality.

She sagged to her knees, her eager hands taking off my belt as she whimpered and grazed my ears with cries that sounded like she would perish if she didn't get the sex right away. Moaning excitedly, she took my hard-on in her soft hand and stroked my shaft back and forth.

I moaned and cocked back my head as she brushed her tongue through the tip, twirling that slutty tongue over the glans before taking in the whole of me into her mouth, her fingers caressing my balls.

Bunching a handful of her hair I yanked her up. Her slick mouth slipped off my cock and she mewl like a baby whose sucker was taken out of her mouth, a sucker she needed to be happy. Yeah, that's my girl.

Louisa studied me like a course. She knew the things I wanted and how I wanted them.

My fingers curled around her neck while still holding her hair, now we were eye-to-eye, a hairbreadth apart. "You got your Vaginoplasty and Labiaplasty done five days ago, yeah?"

She nodded, giving me that child-like, sexy yes sound 'mm-hmm'.

"Get on the couch, and gimme that pussy."

"It is going to hurt, Master," she purred sensually, but I could see disapproval and nervousness in her eyes. She was afraid of undergoing surgical complications. "You know I'll give you everything you want, master." This time, the nervousness was gone from her eyes.

"Then gimme that pussy."

She giggled erotically, walked to the table, and positioned herself for me. Louisa would always be Louisa.

Each lordly step drew me closer to her my eyes fixed on her brand-new pussy. Impressive. A small smile touched my face as I thought of how I'd ravage that tight hole. I reached for my throbbing hard-on, fisting it back and forth as I settled the tip at her entrance.

Shackling her hips in a tight grip, I slammed in rough and hard, the thrust shattering her to pieces. She threw her head back with her eyes shut, crying out in pain.

I pulled out and slammed back into her, harder this time. Her screams resonated through the room. Someone might rush inside thinking I was trying to kill her. Sandro would if he were here. I'd always pretend I didn't know of his growing feelings for my fuck buddy. A smile brushed across my face as that knowledge came to mind.

Her hand made contact with my thigh in an attempt to push me away. I took her hand and seized it behind her back, pressing my foot firmly on the sofa as I pounded her.

She writhed, trying hard to pull out of my grip. She gave up trying when she could not accomplish that and started to pant.

After some time, her moans could be heard throughout the room. She thrust her hips against mine in the same fast rhythm, pleasure cries pouring out of her as she begged and cried for more.

Arching her head backward to make eye contact with me, she smiled sensually, biting down at her lower lip. Her red-rimmed eyes betrayed the pain she tried to hide from me.

"Fuck me, Maximo, fuck-" moans disrupted. "I'm coming, I'm coming." She screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she erupted in violent spasms, her muscles stiffening in my grip.

Her cries continued a minute after her first climax. She thrust her hips back and forth, her thrust measuring up with my rough, fast, and ruthless thrust.

Shorts pants persistently broke free from me, my grip tightening on her hips. My whole body clenched with that familiar gravity of my pinnacle that compelled my thrust to go harder and faster until the drained mass beneath me no longer mattered.

With one loud groan that heralded relief, I exploded, pulling out of her. Stroking my cock back and forth, I released my hot fucking load on her ass, groaning with relief.

Throwing my head back I gasped softly with my eyes closed.

The alarm went off. Time to pay my little prey a visit.