Mafia Lord's Woman

Ignazio

I entered my dungeon, and they parted the way for me as I made my way into the cell where my prisoner was kept.

He was one of my men, but not anymore; one of the people I hated more than thieves are snitches. 'No, it won't end well for them in my hands.'

My right-hand man, Romano, opened the door for me, and I entered. I pulled a chair in front of him and sat down. "Give me the utensils." I ordered while rolling up the hand of my black shirt.

"Don please; it's all a misunderstanding." The culprit trembled on the chair he was tied to.

'I know if I won't give him an easy death; that's why I requested the utensils, a code word for what you'll call sharp objects; they just happened to be shapers and deadlier.

"Don please; it's not what you think." He cried out at the sight of the objects.

I silently collected the opened box of objects and placed them on the floor. "Do you want to start talking, or do I have to make you?" I reach for the pinches and toy with it.

"It's not me, don; it's all a mistake." He continued to insist.

'He must have taken me for a fool if he thinks he can still get out of this alive. I have the solid evidence of his crime, but he will be the one to confess to it himself; I won't spell it out to him. He will admit to his crimes and welcome his punishment gladly. He is a lesson to everyone of them, my reason for making them all present to witness his punishment.'

I took his hand and began to pull his fingers as his screams of agony filled the air. I pulled all the five nails out, then I dropped the pinches and picked up a trauma shears scissor.

"I'll talk, I will talk." He sang out, and I paused my hand as I watched him tremble with tears and snort rolling down his face. "I was threatened. I was threatened with my family."

I grabbed his hand and cut off his thumb, and his wailing filled the air again. The blood splattered on my face, but I don't care as I move on to the next finger and cut it off. He passed out from the pain, but I'm not done with him.

One of my men stepped forward and revived him with electric shocks; he grasped back to life, and I continued with him.

"Pleaseee, they offered to pay me a twice my daily share for giving them the information of your shipment movements. I-I also cut back on the money that was made each day, I added it to my account." He wailed, twisting his body in agony as he confessed.

"Now I am going to make it easy for you." I stood up and wiped the blood off my hands.

"T-thank you, don." He breathed out. I signalled to the boys for the hidden treatment, and I collected the bucket from him.

"D-don, don-n." He cried, trembling all over. I raised the bucket and poured the hot water all over him from above.

He gave out a shout of terror as the water poured down on him. I stopped when he became stiff and didn't make a sound anymore.

"Check him if he's dead." I whispered, dropping the empty bucket.

"He's out." I heard him say, but I pulled out my pistol still. I stared into the empty eyes of the culprit and pulled a bullet in his head. "Burn him till he turns ashes; that's what he gets for being a thief and a snitch."

I walked out and went out of the underground with my right hand man on my heels. I took the elevator and went upstairs to my office while Romano closed the door behind me.

"What was that about?" He stood above me as I sat down in my chair.

He is the only one who can give me a earful when we're alone. We are friends, but he's more than that; he is my savior.

On the brink of death, after I had been forced to watch my pregnant wife being shot while I couldn't do anything. Several shots were fired at me after, and I lost consciousness. I thought I had died until I woke up days later with several bullet wounds and one that slightly missed my heart.

It was a blessing, the nurse said, but I know it's not because my wife and baby is never coming back. Romano saved me and has been with me ever since building this mafia family with me.

"You killed him already, but do you have to add a bullet to it? I think it's time you take your long overdue vacation; you need it. Take a break and enjoy life again; stop being hard on yourself." He walked to the door and placed his hands on the handle. "You can go to any of your vacation houses, I will be seeing you in a week time. Why the houses anyway if you won't be using them." He went out and shut the door, leaving me to my thoughts.

'I guess I can't put it off anymore' I picked up my phone and stood up as I made a call to my driver.

"Bring the car to the front; I am coming out now." I ended the call and went out.

I stepped out of the elevator and entered the opened waiting car. "To the house," I said and rested my head on the backrest.

The car drove out of the clubhouse with my bodyguard's car right behind. The car drove past the security and entered the compound. The car was opened, and I stepped out and entered the house.

"Master." The familiar voice of my housekeeper welcomed me.

"Madam Morgana." She's come to mean a lot to me ever since she came to work for me and we got close.

She treated me as her son but won't drop the master title even though I asked her to. "I am leaving for Rome for a week; I will leave the house in your care. If there's anything you need, you can always call me though."

I haven't decided where to go, but since I have blurted out Rome, then that's where I'll be heading.

"I will help you pack your bags then." She made for the stairs.

"There's no need for that; I have an entire wardrobe full of my stuff there. Just call them and let them know I'm on my way. Thank you, Madam Morgana."

I called my assistant as I made my way upstairs to my room. "Have my helicopter ready in an hour; I am leaving for Rome." I got out of my bloody clothes and entered the shower.

Ignazio

Exactly an hour later, I stepped into the helicopter that landed on my rooftop with my men.

I settled down in my seat as the helicopter took off. I tried to remember when was the last time I'd taken a day off from work, not to mention a week-long vacation. It's been so long; I don't think I know how to relax and not do anything.

I just hope I don't run back to Sicily before one week. Once, I have been willing to live that kind of life, though. I walked away from the mafia at the request of my pregnant wife for the sake of our baby, but it ended badly, and it brought me deeper into the mafia world.

Every day I blame myself for what I could have done differently. Maybe, just maybe they would still be alive now, and my baby would probably be eating adult food now, running around and calling me daddy. I don't know if I won't be the best of dads, but I know I would love and cherish the child with my life.

I blinked back the tears in my eyes and closed them. I could still remember when she gave me the news of her pregnancy; it came as a shock and surprise to me because it wasn't what we planned. We were just fucking each other, but it happened, and it made me the happiest man on earth. I put a ring on her finger immediately. I don't want my baby out of wedlock, and we both decided not to check the gender so we could be surprised on that day, but the day never came, and I didn't get to know my baby's gender or hold my baby up in my arms.

The sound of the helicopter touching the ground jerked me out of my thoughts. I looked around the familiar city of Rome from my rooftop as I got out; the workers in the house were waiting for me as I stepped out.

"Welcome Master." They greeted.

"It's good to you as well." I walked down to the house and went into my bedroom.

I showered and changed into a new outfit, though you could hardly tell since it's the same color of black shirt and black pants I'm always wearing. I went downstairs and headed to a casino in town; my soldiers went with me. I joined the men at the table to deal; there's a lot of ladies around dressed in barely anything, but they do nothing to salivate my hunger.

I don't know what's wrong with me; these days I've been feeling like I need something, but I don't know what it is. I'm craving something I don't understand.

I played the game and beat them in each round till I was bored and the game couldn't hold my interest anymore. I went back home to my study to nurse a drink. I really need to pull myself together. I stayed till it was dark before going to my room.

I jolted out of sleep as I scanned my environment, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Cazzo!" I cursed in Italian and got out of bed. My nightmare kept me awake all night; my wife's vacant eyes were staring at me as if asking me why I'd gotten them killed.

I checked the time, and it says eight am. I have spent a week here without a hatch, and I would be leaving tomorrow morning. I haven't been doing much ever since I have been here other than exercising and sparing with my soldiers. I wanted to rest and sleep in today, but I don't think I can get any rest now.

I went into my training room and called my men one after the other; we spared till there's no one else standing to take me on.

"Stronzo," I cursed them in Italian and rode out. I went back in to take a cold shower.

I dressed up, secured my pistol in place, picked up my car keys and wallet, and went downstairs to the dining room. I had my breakfast and then went out with my men, ready to follow me, but I dismissed them. I would prefer to go alone; I need to clear my head.

"Don, please, let's go with you. If not all, then two or one." Ryker, the head of the soldiers, pleaded.

"There's no need. I am disguising." I understand his plight, but I know I can't be caught unprepared; whoever wants me dead would think twice before doing it.

I entered the car and drove away. I want to feel normal again, even if it's just for today. I drive to the beach and park a few miles away.

I stroll barefoot on the sand. The roar of the waves kept me from my thoughts. I left a few hours later and went back into my car. I have been driving around for a while until I saw a local bar, and I packed my car and entered. I can't remember the last time I've been to a place like this. I intended to take my seat at the bar, but I noticed it was full. I took a seat in the corner and ordered a beer when my sight trained on her.

It was as if time stood still. I felt a pull towards her, and I know I won't be leaving without approaching her. She's a stunning redhead beauty; the color of her hair was striking, but what hooked me was her eyes.

They are a pair of innocent eyes that seem to have a mouth of their own and those full lips of hers. I wanted to devour them to know if they were as soft and delicious as they looked. She's got huge tits and I can tell she's curvy from her hips; I want to run my hands over them.

I sipped my beer as I watched her from the corner, where I sat down, not a bit ashamed for checking her out. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and she looked away and turned back to her friends. I sucked in my breath at the sight of her backside; she's got ass every woman would be envious of. I want her for myself. It's been so long since I've felt this rush of excitement, and I want to know where this will lead me.

Danica

Today is the happiest day of my life. I get to see my best friends after five long years.

It was like yesterday when I had everything a girl could ever need and more. I was envied by my peers, but I don't care because such is life. I'm my parents only child, and they spoil me with both love and money, but one morning my dad came home in panic; he demanded that we leave immediately.

My parents silently communicated with each other without telling me anything. When I asked why we're leaving, they said it's for the best; they didn't say anything after that. I have no option but to comply.

We left without taking anything save for the clothes we had on, thankful for the social media I was able to communicate with some of my friends. I wonder what would have happened to our house and the possessions they have inside, but it's too late to think about that now. I have the future to look forward to; I have gotten admission into college in Italy together with one of my friends, Kylie, while Amanda would be going to America for her studies. We would be meeting up today at the airport for a planned week trip to Rome. It's been our dream to go before college, and I am glad we could make it happen.

My cab got to the airport, and I got down with my luggage just as I heard my name. "Danny."

I turn to see Amanda and Kylie. We meet half way and hug for so long, like our lives depend on it; it's been long. "God, girl! You are so fucking gorgeous; the pictures do no justice to your beauty, and boy! The curves-any man would kill for that." Kylie gushes over me, always the drama queen.

"You sure are right." Amanda said, seconding Kylie's nonsense.

"You guys aren't bad either; I could kill to have your figure. Looking half my age can be annoying sometimes, but then it is what it is." I shrugged.

"That means you'd still be rocking it in your old age." Kylie joked, and we all laughed.

"Let's get in our flight, girls; there's much to explore." Amanda announced, and we all moved as we went into the airport.

Our flight landed, and we made our way out of the airport to the city. "Woah! Rome is so beautiful." Kylie exclaims.

"It's more beautiful seeing this than in the pictures; I am glad I'm finally here." I said.

We took a cab that drove us to the hotel, and we booked a room to stay together.

Getting to the room and settling down, we took our shower and changed into another set of clothes. I put on a blue mid-tight-length flare dress and white snickers, pairing it with a small white purse.

"Let's go eat first and then..."

"To the club." Amanda cut me off.

"No, we go sightseeing after eating and then club." Kylie suggested.

"Yeah, that's better." I agree.

"Alright then, let's go." Amanda said, and we all moved out.

We went to a local restaurant and placed our order. When our food was delivered, I was surprised to discover it tasted better than I would have expected from a local place. It's probably because of their food; that's why the place was packed.

"Go easy on the food, girl." Amanda chides me.

"Oh, I can't seem to get enough of the taste." I said it with my mouth full.

"Foodie, well, I can see where they're going." Amanda winked at me while Kylie continued eating, not minding us.

After eating and chatting for a while, we left to do some sightseeing around, and we chatted about the past few years.

We returned to our hotel room in the evening, and we prepared to hit the club. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a crop top to wear, but Amanda grabbed them from me instead.

"What's this?" She exclaimed, gesturing to my clothes.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking between her and Kylie, who is now looking at us.

"We are going clubbing, girl; we are here to explore not just the city but the men too. We could bag a few of them to make our trip more interesting." Amanda said.

"The last thing I need now is a guy; I just want to explore the city and have fun." I said.

"The guys are also part of the fun; let's get wild, girl." Amanda said.

"That's why you have us; I would be your stylist for the night." Kylie said it with pride.

Oh, I have missed these girls. I lay down on the bed, admitting defeat, while Kylie went through my stuff. By the time we were done dressing for the club, I was dressed in the shortest dress I could ever wear.

The short denim skirt stopping a few inches below my ass is for Kylie, while the tiny crop top that left nothing to imagination in my boobs area is Amanda's. The only thing that's mine that I'm rocking are my pants and boots, because they match the look Kylie has styled for me.

"Don't you think I should change the skirt to my jeans? It's skinny and fitting." I said to them while tugging the skirt down.

"Don't do that." Amanda said, slapping my hand away from the skirt.

"It's good on you; you're looking hot. I mean, you have them; why not flaunt them?" Kylie shrugs.

"Just stop dragging the skirt already; don't act like you were forced to wear them." Amanda whines.

"Fine, I will rock it like I own it." I surrender in defeat.

"That's the spirit girl." Amanda smiles.

"Let's go, girls." Kylie announces as she reaches for the door.

I am going to forget about my insecurities and just enjoy myself through the night. We got into a bar that's just a twenty-minute walk from our hotel lodge; the place is buzzing with people.

"Wow!" Kylie exclaims.

"It's packed; it's a good place to let loose." I said, nodding my head. We walked over to the bar and took our seats.

"What can I get you, beautiful ladies?" The bartender asks while his eyes stay glued to my tits as he licks his lips.

Yeah, I am never short of assholes.

"I need something strong." Amanda said.

"Same thing." Kylie added before turning to wink at me.

"I just want something less alcoholic, not really strong." I said this to the bartender, who has now managed to look me in the eye.

"Coming right up," he said, turning around to get our drinks.

"Uh! Oh my gosh!" Kylie suddenly exclaims as she turns to us after observing the people in the club.

"What?" I asked as both Amanda and I stared at her curiously. "You need to see this big and handsome guy that just came in; he's hot." Kylie's whispered.

Amanda and I both turned to look at the guy. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Fuck." Amanda blurted out.

He is the reality of every girl's bad guy fantasy; his appearance screams bad and dangerous. He's so tall that I am sure he is going to dwarf me, and he's got a ripped muscle strain on his black shirt; it's a wonder it hasn't torn.

"He is hot, no question." Amanda said she was sipping her drink.

'He is more than hot.' Talk about devilishly handsome; it's him. I'm not sure if it's the real colour, but I found myself staring into a pair of black eyes, and it was then that I realised he was staring back at me.