His Blue-Eyed Obsession (The Mafia Don and The Nun)

Lorenzo's pov

"Faster, Lorenzo!" the blonde-haired girl moans out in pleasure as I finger her honeypot without mercy.

There was a table at the center of the VIP section in the club, loud music was all over the air, females dancing to the music in the regular section and strippers moving their waists to the beat of the song. I had come to the club to feed my dick down there. It's what I do for fun.

I'm quite popular at the club and every whores beg their manager just to be appointed to me. It's all because of the money I offer.

Women are all the same, always ready to be laid whenever money is involved. They are all useless and the only thing they respond to is to feed on my cock like a starved cat. Moaning, exploding in orgasm and I'm the only guy that can give them both the money and the rough sex just the way they like it.

I added two more fingers to her pussy making it four and the bitch couldn't stop moaning out. They like it fast and rough, who am I to decline?

She opened her leg wide and threw her head back in reckless abandon enjoying every damn thing I'm doing to her. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her first orgasm. I withdraw my fingers, but she grabs it back putting it in back, I smirk I can play the game.

She brought her lip wanting to kiss me but I refuse to and I shift back, "I can be a bad boy and not a virgin on my dick but I have a virgin lip. I have never kissed a lady, I hate being kissed. I have rules and principles, one of which is not having sex with a whore on my bed."

I pressed on her breast softly, playing with her nipple, I poured my wine on it and sucked on the juicy apple staring at me. I teased her nipples with my tongue.

"Fuck, Lorenzo!" the lady cried out in pleasure. She reached for my dick.

"Not so fast, I still have a lot to do with you. You will get your turn." I kept on sucking on the breast and fingering her at the same time.

Tom, the waitress came with more drinks, not surprised at what am doing. He knows me too well.

"Do you need anything, sir?"

"Prepare my usual suites ready," I voiced out, putting my mouth around the boobs back. "Breast is life."

"It's already prepared, sir. I thought you would ask," Tom uttered with respect.

"Shall we make this more fun by going inside my suites?" I asked the lady before me, not caring to ask her name.

"Sure," she replied, standing up with a staggered leg.

I helped her to the suites and when we got there she pulled me to the bed.

"Easy, girl," I said.

"Don't blame me, my pussy needs your dick right now."

"Are you sure you can handle that monster down there?" I said, smirking. I removed my belt, pulled my trouser down a little and helped my dick out. I looked at the lady before me, she was surprised at the length of my dick. Big, thick and fleshy with visible veins. She swallows hard.

"Come here to have a taste of it," I said. The lady crawled to me with no shame, looking like a puppy deprived of food. She holds my dick with both hands, rocking it up and down.

"Use your mouth, lady," I said. She placed her mouth on it, forcing my dick into her mouth. She moved slowly, I held her hair and guided her. She is good at blowjobs, I must say.

After some minutes, she gasped for air with spit and my precum all over her mouth.

"Strip and climb the bed," I voiced out. I watched her remove her gown and there was nothing underneath. I remember taking her pants off at the VIP section. She climbed the bed like an obedient child, spreading her legs wide. I didn't waste time; I thrust in my dick roughly.

"Lorenzooooo!" Her voice came out like a moan. She wanted to be fucked hard and I'm going to grant her wish.

I thrust faster, slamming her breast and her nipple in the process. I remove my dick roughly from her honeypot and thrust my dick and my finger at the same time. I continue to dick fuck and finger fuck her.

"Oh my God! I feel so full in there. Daddy, don't stop," she kept saying a series of rubbish. I continue banging her hard.

I smirk, "Know what you asked for." I turned her back, positioned her in a doggy and thrust in from the back without mercy, I went on banging her without mercy.

"Lorenzoooo!" her voice came out pleading this time. She wanted relief but she still didn't want me to stop.

I kept going faster, hitting her ass with my hands playfully.

"Ohhhhhhhjhh!" she cried as her walls pulsated and tightened around my dick. I knew she wanted to release but I won't allow that. I quickly pull out.

"Please, Lorenzo," she begged with tears in her eyes.

"That's the look I want to see," I smile evilly. "She will get a lot of dick when she gets to heaven." I bring out my gun under the pillow.

Bang.

Silence.

Her blood spread across the silk sheets like a spilled wine. She still looks beautiful even after her death. What a waste of beauty.

She acted smart, I knew the moment she walked in at the VIP section that she didn't look like a regular whore, and her perfume was too expensive for a street girl. Her nails looked perfectly done. Her body language made me know she was sent here as a trap. Everything made sense when I saw the omerta symbol tattooed on her breast-an Italian Mafia mark. I played along all the while.

"La famiglia oscura should know me better than to send a lady to me. They will end up crawling to my toes begging for a taste of my joystick."

His name is Lorenzo, a cold and deadly mafia Don whose name screams fear not only in the underworld but among people. A drug lord, who owns an empire and a lot of business. He killed without mercy and he hated when disobeyed.

I light my cigarettes and place a call to that one person who will dare send a lady to me like a trap.

"Do you like the surprise?" Leonard shouted at the other end of the phone. "Calling me means you are not dead yet, anyway, watch your back you don't know what's coming to hit you next."

"I think that leg of yours is healing fast, maybe I should come over to break more of your bones, by doing that you will learn to stay away from me," I said angrily.

Leonard, my brother, hung up on the call.

I took my shirt and walked out of the suites.

Selena's pov

"Please don't leave me, Puffy, you are all that I have," I cried out, hugging my dog, Puffy, who had just been lying down in his kennel since yesterday not eating.

I left her food on her plate last night thinking she was just throwing her normal tantrum, you can say Puffy is spoiled. When I checked the plate this morning, it was untouched, that's when I knew something was wrong with Puffy. Puffy likes meatballs a lot, you can say it's her favorite, refusing to eat the meatballs is screaming danger.

I carried her and walked out heading to just one place in my mind, the chapel. Puffy is a white dog with full hair. I love her so much.

The scent of incense lingered in the air, welcoming me immediately as I stepped foot in the chapel. Wooden chairs are arranged accordingly, making the place neat and organized.

I placed Puffy gently on the floor and knelt in front of the altar.

I clasped my hands tightly together, my eyes closed. My lips move in silent petition, whispering to the heavens. My heart was heavy with worries but I had faith in the lord.

"Oh lord, my dog hasn't eaten for days. His once bright eyes are now dull with fever and Puffy looks lean.

Please, lord," I whispered with a breakable voice, "heal him. Don't take him away from me, he is all I have. Puffy is a good girl. She shouldn't be sick, lord."

My ocean blue eyes filled with tears, tears that were about to fall out. Puffy stares at me innocently with a soft bark. "You will be alright, my Puffy," I smiled and touched the hairs on her body.

I continue praying to the lord. Someone touched me and I turned to see Aunty Anya with a worried look. She is the oldest Nun among us so we call her Aunty to show some respect. She has served the lord for decades. Her eyes held concern and worry.

"What's wrong, child?" she asked.

"It's Puffy, she won't eat nor drink. I am praying to God to save and heal her since Mother said there is nothing the lord can't do. We just have to kneel and pray to ask God for what we want."

"Oh child, there is only so much prayer we can do. Heaven helps those who help themselves. Take her to the clinic, child."

I looked up with hope, cleaning my eyes with one hand. "Why didn't I think of that? Yes, the clinic."

I bent down and gently carried Puffy. I ran out in joy like a person that just won a lottery.

"Careful, child, don't fall down or you will lose your teeth," I could hear Aunty Anya shout out at the peak of her voice.

I got to the clinic looking dull with Puffy in my hand.

"Oh, our Angelica voice is here, would you like to sing us a song?" a nurse said. Everyone looked at me smiling, waiting for me to sing a song. I always come to the clinic and volunteer to help because I plan on becoming a nurse someday. That's one of the reasons why everyone knows me here apart from the fact that I sang so beautifully in church, some people come to church just to hear me sing. I was even made the lead choir because of how beautiful I sang.

"Who made our Angelica voice angry so we could give the person some injection?" the nurse said jokingly when she noticed my mood.

"Nobody, please save the injections, I think my dog will need it," I replied, showing Puffy needed help.

"Oh, poor thing!" She collected Puffy and checked his vitals and likes. "Don't worry, Puffy will be fine once she gets to the vet doctor.

I have placed a call for an ambulance to take you to a friend of mine who is a vet doctor, she won't charge you anything."

"Oh, thank you so much, nurse. I'm going to repay your kindness."

She laughed so hard. "All I need is to hear your voice all day and that's it, you don't need to repay me.

The ambulance will be here to take you to the vet outside. You will get to see the city you've been dreaming so hard to see all this while."

"Outside?" I asked in shock. I haven't been outside the four walls of this chapel before. I've lived my life serving the lord, singing the hymn and preaching sermons to the young ones. The outside work is ungodly and sinful.

Puffy let out a soft cry.

Pimpin.

The sound echoes indicating the arrival of the ambulance. I stood before the ambulance hugging Puffy tight. My white dress fluttered in the breeze and my heartbeat was faster than normal.

"Puffy, I'm scared. Please help me, lord," I prayed silently to heaven.

And then I stepped into the ambulance. The ambulance took off afterward. He drove for hours before I started seeing houses, not just the normal houses beside the chapel but big giant houses, the ones in cities just like it was read to us in the chapel.

I looked out of the window and admired every beautiful building, we passed through a playground and I saw children playing and having fun. I looked at them with joy and amazement.

The ambulance pulled over at the vet store. I carry my frail dog in my arms. I stepped into the vet store, my heart pounding with concern and worry.

The vet doctor is an elderly woman, she welcomed me with open arms and even made jokes about her friend who couldn't stop talking about my voice. "You can place your dog on the table, she will be fine in a minute."

I placed Puffy on the examination table.

The vet, a middle-aged woman with kind and peaceful eyes, examines Puffy carefully with different tools. After some minutes, she looked up with a concerned expression.

"Your dog is alright, she is just dehydrated and malnourished," she said. "I will keep on taking care of her but you have to get some medication for me at the pet pharmacy. I ran out of it. It's just two blocks away."

"Of course," I nodded. I'm happy that Puffy will be alright.

I walked out of the vet store and headed towards the pet pharmacy just like the way she explained.

I opened the glass door and walked in. The pharmacy looks big with shelves lined with bottles and boxes. The store was empty. No one was there. I walked to the counter and just when I was about to head out, I heard a faint voice.

I stood still to be sure.

Then I froze.

Lorenzo's pov

"What did I say about being late?" I voiced out with a commanding tone.

"It's just a minute past the time we scheduled," Nico, the buyer uttered out.

"The fact remains that you are late, you know me well that I don't welcome lateness."

He cleared his throat. "I had to dodge my way here. The cops are on patrol around the street."

"Save your excuses."

Silence.

I took my lighter out and lit my cigarettes as I leaned on the wall of the old pharmacy. It's one of my secret hideouts where I run deals with my clients. It consists of dusty shelves and abandoned packaged boxes. The inner room where I usually use looked scattered compared to the front door of the pharmacy. The front space is arranged like a regular pharmacy. No one will know that I run such deals here.

Mateo, my right-hand man, stepped forward with a stack of plastic-wrapped packages. "You got the money?" Mateo asked, fixing a button on his suit while I stood looking at the Nico guy.

"Do you have the stuff?" Nico asked.

"Here it is," Mateo said, shaking the package in his hand.

"Give it to me while I hand over the money afterward," Nico said with a cunning look.

Mateo shifted the package backward. "You know how this works, money first before the package."

I brought out my gun and pointed it at Nico, "Bring the fucking money out, you are wasting my time."

Nico crouched to grab the bag in fear. Then unzipped it with shaky hands. Inside contains old newspapers, rolled bills around bricks of folded junk paper.

I stared.

"You think I'm stupid?" I said with a cold tone.

The buyer raised both hands, his voice shaky. "Relax dude, I just need till the weekend and I will get your money. I swear..."

"You won't make it till the weekend." I pointed my gun at him as I puffed out more smoke from my cigarettes.

"No."

"No?"

I moved closer to the buyer, the smoke curling from my lips. "You showed up late. Tried to hand me fake cash. Lied straight to my face. Giving me excuses."

The buyer went down on his knees, grabbing my legs. His face was wet with tears, his body covered with sweat. "Lorenzo, please," he begged, "I swear I don't mean..."

"Paaaa!"

The sound cracked through the room, sharp and final.

I shut him once in his head before he could finish what he was saying. "Let him keep the trash in his mouth for his ancestors." Blood splattered across the wall behind him as his body hit the floor with a thud.

Mateo didn't even blink.

"As usual, leave no trace," I said to Mateo.

"Yes boss."

"Hello, is anyone there?" Came a tiny voice, I could swear that the voice was angelic.

We stood at alert, pointing our guns in the direction of the voice.

Standing before us was a petite girl dressed in a nun's clothes. "Who dresses in those these days?" She stood frozen. Didn't flinch. Just stared at us.

I glanced at Mateo. "How the hell did she get in here?"

"The door wasn't closed properly," Mateo responded.

"Shit," I whispered. "And whose fault is that?"

"It's mine, boss," he said, bowing down.

"You will get your punishment when we get to Base," I fired out.

He didn't say anything more.

The unbelievable thing happened.

The petite lady walked up to me, "Why is he lying there in a pool of blood?"

I didn't answer I was just looking at her with a questioning look. She wasn't even afraid of the gun I was holding. She wasn't scared.

And that? That surprised me.

"Do you use that to kill him?" she questioned, pointing at the gun in my hand. "The cops will come and get you. You are a bad man."

She turned to walk away, but then paused.

Turned back.

She grabbed the cigarettes from my mouth, crushed them under her feet.

"You sinner! I cast away every demonic soul away from you," she prayed, hands stretched towards me like I was possessed.

"Father Lord, forgive this sinner so he can be at peace," she continued, eyes shut, voice shaking the room with holy fire.

I stood dumbfounded.

Mateo burst out laughing hard.

The look I gave him made him shut his rotten mouth up.

"Amen," the dramatic nun voiced as she completed her prayer. Opening her eyes with a ride as if she had just slain the devil himself.

Then, she walked out like nothing had happened. Like the floor wasn't littered with blood and death.

"Should I go after her boss?" Mateo asked.

I smirked.

"I want to see what she's got in store. Clean everything up. Bring down the camouflage."

"On it boss," Mateo responded.

I leaned by the door, took out another cigarette and lit it up, waiting for Miss Angel to come back with the cops.

Mateo got to work. He scrubbed every inch of blood off the floor, wiped all fingerprints from the scene, and wrapped the body like a birthday present nobody wanted. "No one will ever know that such activities happened here."

Mateo carried the wrapped body to the car in the old garage. No one used the garage again except me. So it's safe there.

Once everything was fine, he turned on the camouflage by pressing the switch. Everything changed to a normal vet pharmacy.

I yawned tirelessly. "I guessed she is not coming back. Maybe she is afraid and ran for her life."

But I was wrong.

She walked in with two uniformed cops in tow. She looked around and saw that everywhere was busy, unlike the previous scene she saw where everywhere was covered with blood. This time, she saw normal people buying pet medications.

Her eyes scabbed the place again, she was confused for a reason, but immediately her eyes met mine, she faced the cops, saying some words I couldn't hear while pointing a finger at me.

The cops walked up to me.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir," one of them said.

"We got a report about an unlawful killing happening here."

"I think you got the wrong address," I said to him.

"Wait, are you Mr Lorenzo? The Lorenzo? the wealthiest man in this city? You have a striking resemblance to him," the other cop asked, eyes wide like it's about to fall out.

"Yes, I am. You got a problem with that?"

"No, not at all, sir, it's an honor to meet you." They eagerly reached out to shake my hand.

I glanced at the nun, but the look on her face was one of fury. "She looks cute, though."

The dramatic Nun walked up to where we stood.

The cops turned to her, "Miss, you got it all wrong, it's all a misunderstanding."

"We will leave now, sir." They bowed respectfully and left.

I smirked and moved closer to her.

"Stay away, you sinner, or I'm going to kick you where the sun doesn't reach."

I chuckled, enjoying every show the lady was displaying.

I moved closer to her and I couldn't help but find her lips cute. Before I could stop myself, my lips were already on hers.

"Oh Lord of gun, she tasted so good."

Sweet.

Addictive.

She froze, stung by the kiss. I took advantage and deepened the kiss.

I kept kissing her lips.

"Haaa shit," I held my dick in pain.

The dramatic Nun just kicked me hard where it hurts the most.

She ran out like she hadn't committed a holy war on my balls.

I licked my lips, still smirking through the pain.