Mafia King's Addiction: No Longer Your Puppet

Isabella's POV

"Diego!"

The groaning of Leonardo Pablo echoed from wall to wall, leaving his capos and soldiers bowed.

The deafening silence hanging over them wasn't as threatening as the grinning on their faces, most especially on the face of Diego.

Holding his father's hand firmly, he listened to the last wishes of the underworld grandmaster of mafia as he took his final strokes of death.

Bald-haired and sixty-five years of age, with strong features, Leonardo had dominated and governed the underworld of mafias with tight fists and ruthlessness, sustaining a life-threatening gun injury in the process. He wasn't sure of the mafia that gave him the shots because his name was on the bullets of every don he fell out with.

But one thing was sure; he had terminated them all leaving him to suffer painstakingly from the gun injury in his lungs. To him he was going to die a fulfilled death because his son, Diego Pablo had succeeded him with a strong heart.

Even the voices of mafias had testified about the ruthlessness of Diego which overshadowed that of his father.

Letting out a whooping cough, Leonardo breathed hard, his eyes shutting and opening with unease.

"It's OK, father. You are going to be fine. Doctor Antonio is here. You are not going to die," the baritone voice of Diego thudded in the heart of his father but the oldie tossed his head in protest.

Doctor Antonio, a middle aged medical practitioner, stood idly, with arms folded for the hour to come. Several times Leonardo had told him he would die this day, before the twilight and it was happening. This had made the doctor fear him for perfectly predicting his death.

The door creaked and opened for a slim, busty, brown-haired, Caucasian lady to step in with a tray of water.

"The don, here is your favorite green tea. Please, don't die," I wailed, kneeling with head bowed.

My name was Isabella Lucia, the professional chef of the Pablo's. My name courted nothing except food and running private errands for Leonardo and his son.

This day, he had gathered loyalists, including his mafias, all dressed in black tuxedos and hats to witness his death.

"It is appointed to all mafias to die and I am obeying that fate," he tried to utter in a breath as he forced out a witty smile at me and held my hands.

Diego shut his eyes briefly; his jaw sagged as he leaned to his father, speechless and locking eyes with him. He wished he could keep Leonardo alive, but the gun injury had lasted as old as the Pablo's mafia.

"You have to be formidable, son, just as you have been," each word ended with a bit stuttering, "I can't keep the circle running anymore with this excruciating injury. Five years with unseen bullets in my lungs is no joke. I just have to go."

"You don't have to go," Diego argued it with a deep sigh, and clenching of jaw, "I still need you in the circle."

"Not anymore, son," he coughed a little more and breathed hard, "May the indelible footprints I have laid guide you to finish what I have started. The strokes of death have come. But the marathon must continue."

Diego sniffed what would have been a cry.

Leonardo turned his meshed gaze to me and returned it to his son, it was as if a bit of message just dropped in his mind.

"Son, I want to make two wishes before I kick the bucket."

"Say it and it shall be done, father" Diego affirmed with a dark grinning on his cheeks.

Leonardo's warm hands located mine and took it closer to Diego's. "You shall swear an oath to marry lsabella. I promised her my son will be the man in her life for her father's loyalty and now hers."

With his misty, green eyes shifting to me, I argued if Diego approved of it. With his grinning hardening, he tossed his head, and didn't protest it.

All through the years I served his father, I have never seen him get down with any woman neither has he been serviced by any hooker. He was a formidable alpha mafia, a man whose name courted dread and respect that went about his father's drug trafficking and delivered results.

"After taking the oath I shall tell you my second wish," Leonardo sounded, his eyes rolling impatiently at his son to do his bidding.

Several times I had peeped at them take an oath and I knew it was going to involve blood.

One of the soldiers took out a sharp dagger from his waist and made Diego take a cut in his palm.

"I Diego Pablo swear with my life to make Isabella Lucia my lawfully wedded wife from this moment," he licked the blood and gave me to do the same.

A rare vacant smile rose from Leonardo's grinned face. But it was short-lived as he began to cough heavily.

Diego rubbed him gently on the chest, seeing he still had a few more words to say.

"My second wish is to die by your bullet and not my rival's."

"Father?" he protested this time.

"Keep shut, son," he shunned him and scowled his face more horribly and breathed hard. "I have waited for this day. And whenever I snapped the lives of my rival's I often told them I would never die by their bullets, and today is that day. A pride kept is victory." Staring at his beholder dearly, he added, "Do it, son. Take my life with any arsenal of choice, your dagger or your gun."

Diego stole a glance at the pistol in his waist and he shut his eyes, winking back the tears that hung in his eyes.

"Be fast about it, the strokes of death calls," he hastened him with the nodding of his head.

Diego's jaw clenched, teeth gnashed, as he tapped on his 16-rounds pistol.

"You chose that, do it, son and help me fulfill my promise to my rivals. If your father dies by their bullets then your father died a weakling, such an awkward biography."

With clenched jaw, Diego pulled out his pistol, closed his eyes and his hands began to tremble.

Bang! Bang!

In a few seconds the reechoing of gunshot ravaged my ears, as I shut my eyes in tears.

With blood dripping from his neck, Leonardo's eyes stared whitely at the ceiling.

Already Diego's face was splashed with blood.

He had shot his father.

Isabella's POV

I had never seen a wedding so cold and shrill in my entire life. I was an orphan, a brown-haired child of circumstances. In one day I had lost my parents to a bloody shootout in Leonardo's mansion so I was tactically an orphan that had no one to invite to my wedding.

And Diego, being a beast in tuxedo wouldn't want any soul to graze the occasion so it was literary an empty sight to behold.

With Diego clutching my hand to his, we stood in the cathedral before a priest I perceived to be his loyalist and surrounded by his ten-man- gang.

Before the altar we confirmed we were entering into a marriage of own free will and without coercion. It was brief and annoying, so annoying that after the exchange of rings, Diego had driven me back to the villa in a convoy of his capos.

Upon arrival, he led me to the exquisite, large bedroom, and with a pistol in hand, he told me through grinning face,

"The rules are simple. Hence forth, you shall call me Don. You have no right whatsoever to disobey my audacity. I own you even your soul is indebted to me forever. In my underworld you don't exist. Stay out of my drugs. You have only two places in this mansion, the kitchen and my bed. In this marriage, there is no room for family or making babies. It is just you and I alone. Am I understood?"

I stood gaping at this monster in human form. I was lost in the gloom of his latter words. Did I just hear him right? No room for family and babies. How? Does it mean we are not going to have children? Did he just blurt or he meant every phrase of it?

"Am I understood?" He snapped when I hesitated, his boot thudding the floor as he stamped his foot.

I flinched a million times, "Ye – ye - yes my love."

I stuttered heavily, trembling within myself.

His stern and calculative face warned me, and I quickly corrected, "Sorry, my don."

He forced an evil smile, and held my sweating face, come on don't be scared, wife of the don is a steeled-heart bitch. I will give you grace to master it like it is your first day in an English class."

He was yet speaking when his phone rang and he quickly reached to it, and a voice reported an issue to him before he hung up.

"I will be with my soldiers," he groaned, grabbed my helpless face, and dug his hand under my wedding gown to locate my lingerie which he pulled with a witty smile on his face. I widened my leg for him to pull out effortlessly.

I thought he was about getting me laid. It was our first night in marriage. I expected to get intimate with him but here he was sounding indifferent.

"I will be with my soldiers. By the time I am back I want to meet you wet and naked in bed. Finger yourself. I guess you know what I mean."

Feeling like to protest, I tossed my head. "Yes, don," I concurred and he took off his tuxedo, his pistol flashing at me from his waist, as he left the bedroom.

With my toe on the floor, I followed him silently to the garage where his soldiers, capo, and underboss were gathered around some bags on the table.

He paused once he got in and they bowed hailing him, "The don!" His dark eyes combed around, noticing one of them wasn't present.

"Where is Capo 1?" his groaned casting an evil furious eye at them and one of them told him the capo was away to celebrate his daughter's birthday.

"Daughter's birthday?" he retorted, grinned heavily. "Doesn't he know the rules? As soon as you get his ass, bring him to my corner tonight." They bowed in agreement and began to open the bags to unveil white bags of drugs.

One of them opened the bag and took a pinch from it and he tasted and tossed his head, "This is great. You must go now. Our associates await at the border. The roads are clear. Make no mistakes. I am in my honeymoon. I don't need distractions except you fetch me Capo 1."

"As the don pleases!"

They bowed and dispersed.

Soon he found himself in the bedroom, his dirty eyes staring at my nakedness with caution and longing. The bed creaked under his weight as he began to strip off his shirt to reveal those indescribable tattoos.

He leaned and peered between my legs, "You are naked but not wet. Didn't you finger yourself. No one disobeys me."

"I...I am sorry, honey...sorry don," I shivered, wondering what would be my punishment for erring. "I am still a virgin. I am still scared."

"What rubbish!" he barked and didn't make me feel like a woman. My lean legs were like feathers in his firm hold as he spread my legs, and pushed in between my legs, his face grinning, jaw clenching as he pounded harder.

I bit my lower lip in exaggerated misery, my fingers dragging the bed spread as he push all of his weight into my vagina. My urge to scream ended in gaping and silence. He didn't care to last in bed. Soon his body began to tremble.

I felt his groin bulging in me and I knew he was about to ejaculate. I felt a bit excited but hell no he disappointed me by pulling out of me and ejaculated in the bed.

"Hmmm, feels good," he gasped and breathed hard, "This... this is what I mean by no room for babies in this marriage." He snorted and shut his eyes to get some relief. "You are juicy anyway."

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I lay helplessly.

Immediately he tied up his towel, a knock came on the door, and the baritone voice told him there were back with Capo 1. He told him to keep him in the garage, and he would be with them soon.

"I need to punish a rebellious soul. I will be back." He stroked my breasts, and left like shadow.

As usual I tiptoed again to the garage and peeped at a young man, sweating and all tied to a chair.

"Capo 1, Capo 1," he groaned once he stepped towards him, his soldiers staring with their guns held firmly. "Where were you when the capos brought the consignments?"

"Please, please, my don, forgive me," he wailed, his sweating face seeking a second chance. "My daughter has been nagging for the countless times I missed her birthday. I had to make it up to her this time. Please forgive..."

"Keep shut, rotten maggot! You know the rules. Families don't exist in this underworld. It is better not to have babies than perish because of them. I warned you."

"Please, my don, please..."

While he was yet begging, he stretched out his hand and one of his capos pulled out a sharp, sword and handed over to him. In a jiffy, the victim's voice couldn't be heard again; blood had littered the entire place and the faces staring.

Diego had sent his first blow and the victim's bloodied head was lying on the floor.

"No one disobeys the don," he groaned.

"As the don pleases," they concurred, and bowed.

"Cut his corpse in parts, wrap and bury, send news to his family he is missing. No mistakes."

"As the don pleases."

Till this moment, I was still shivering within my spine. I almost peed on myself.

Diego's POV

"Pregnancy and babies ruin the beauty of a woman. Soon you will have leaky, slippery pussy, saggy breasts, and flappy stomach. Your beauty will be short-lived like the larva of an insect. That is the tragedy I disdain. I crave your body each time I see this curves and pointed bust, not to mention the tight pussy between your limbs," I licked her ears as she shut her eyes and felt my hard groin burn her buttocks.

"I crave you, Isabella," my hot breath burned her neck as I sniffed her hair. "I am addicted to power, but permit me to add you to my recipe." my finger crawled across her back to her waist and found its way back to her neck and then lips.

Pushing it in and out I imagined how my dick rammed into her a night ago.

She tossed her head, barely saying nothing and eyes full of submission.

"How about a vacation in Maldives, where we can be far from the shortcomings and troubles of this age," I groaned close to her cheeks and she gasped in agreement, "You are not saying anything." I nagged.

And she forcefully tossed her head again and mumbled, "Ye- yes my don," she stuttered now, revealing scare in her tone.

"Don't be scared of me, Isabella," I encouraged her by stroking those pairs on her chest, "I am like the spirit within you, gentle and meek. You just have to be cautious of arousing my beast. He doesn't forgive."

My finger relocated to her pussy and found some wet landing, and she grinned and whimpered at each stroke.

Squatting before her thighs, I chuckled before her vulva, and parted her legs, "How come my father recommended you and not one of his mistresses. Has he eaten you before?" she lowered her gaze to me.

Her face screwed up in fury, as she breathed uneasily. "Your father never touched me, otherwise you wouldn't have met me a virgin, my don."

"He can still lick your pussy and still keep you in tact, Isabella. No mafia recommends without tasting. If you affirm to it, I won't despise you. I know my late father. He loved licking pussy."

She tossed her head in denial.

"I will give credence to your justification; every soul is entitled to it."

Soon her body was wriggling against the wall, hands clenching my head and didn't stop pushing my face closer into her legs as I ate her.

Business of my circle had stolen much of my attention, denied me the privilege of pleasures like this. I never had time for the opposite sex, and like families, bitches were distractions to my strength and a lag to my climatic power. If not for the wishes of my father, wishes beyond my control, I wouldn't have married Isabella.

I guess I did her a favor by winning her to my steel heart and bloodied committed hands. Till the end, she will ride with me, kill with me, and be my puppet through which I would ease off pressure of being the boss.

With no room for babies she would remain young forever. Even if time didn't permit it, my money would.

Soon, I could feel her waist vibrate in my hold, her body stifling and then relaxing gently. That was the most vital part of a woman's pleasure and I was excited to make her hit it. She lay weak and stolen on the wall before I lifted her in my arms.

We lay in bed, gasping and staring stilly at the ceiling. "How about we visit the club, my club and watch me win those badass in casino?"

She snorted, still struggling to come up from her orgasm, "OK, my don."

Stroking my dick, I approached the wardrobe and took out an Italian transparent mini gown. "I guess you will like this. I bought it a few years ago, hoping to gift it to the first pussy I will fuck as my lawfully wedded wife. It is an honor."

She sat up to it. "Beautiful, my don," she whispered, still securitizing it with her conical eyes, "But I will be virtually naked in it. We are visiting the public and I need to be in something nice..."

"What could be nicer than this, Isabella?" I queried. "We are visiting the club not the cathedral. You need to look like a woman of easy virtue for once. It turns me on. Have you forgotten you are my guilty pleasure? When they will be tilting against me in casino, I will want to look at your nude curves and be encouraged."

She swallowed hard, feeling like to protest but fighting back the urge since she knew the consequences of disobeying me.

"OK, I can manage it, with a lingerie underneath..."

"No lingerie, Isabella. You just lost your virginity, you should be proud of it. The strippers in the club; are you better off than them? You will wear this gown. You don't want to disobey me." I groaned.

Seeing the curves of fury on my face, she concurred with a nod,

"Make hay. I will be waiting in the car," i tossed the dress at her.

And I was prone to squeeze into my tuxedo and left for the Rolls Royce outside.

Soon, she brought her pretty little self into my car.

"What are you wearing?" I groaned, my adrenaline pumping in wrath.

"My don, at least a G-string will do. I can't display my nakedness out there. I am not used to this..." she panicked, lowering her gaze and fondling her hands to cover her vulva.

"No one dares disobey me, Isabella. Your poverty-stricken father and his family that depended on my father never disobeyed him for once. So you won't break that chain. I told you to wear nothing underneath."

I grabbed her thighs and dug my fingers between her legs and pulled out the thong.

Tearing and tossing it outside, I warned, "Don't dare me Isabella. You can't stand the blade of my fury when it blows."

I guess my dark gloomy face warned her sternly, because she kept apologizing.

"Move this car, Capo 2."

The screeches of tyres on the road as we sped away emblazoned my burning anger.