Marry Me, Mr Consigliere

The sound of a gunshot hit her ears as she was about to climb the veranda, she glanced around again to see the cars parked around. "They aren't cops!" she muttered and climbed the stairs, pushed the door back a bit and the blood running in her veins drained that moment. Her breathing became faster as she was overwhelmed with fear, and her feet stiffened on the floor.

"Goodbye!'' That was a masculine voice, followed by the sound of a released bullet. She closed the door and stepped back. A hot ball of tears streamed down her eyes. "Just a few minutes and you left me, I can't forget this-I must avenge you," she muttered, her fist clenched.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door attracted her attention, she thought of watching them leave but she recalled that she might be killed, and she needed to live to avenge her parent's death. So she tiptoed away from that point and sneaked to the side of the building while her eyes were still darting around, wanting to see whoever it was that just shot her parents to death.

A group of men dressed in suits with their faces covered walked out of the building, then stood at the center of the compound, looking around. "Boss had ordered that we return with her, so search around for her and make sure she doesn't see her parent's corpse...." the head amongst them ordered.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear that order, instead, she leaned her back on the wall, weeping silently. Just in a twinkle of an eye, she lost her parents.

"I found her!" a deep masculine voice drew her attention. She turned to see the masked man walking towards her. She shook her head. "I can't let them take me after killing my parents, I must live to find out who's behind this and take revenge." she thought and took to her heels, and then the man went after her.

She thought of going through the front gate but she reconsidered running down the balcony with trepidation and fear to the backyard-yet, they all went after her. She jumped the fence for the first time and fell to the ground. The pain she felt almost pulled her down, but she struggled on her feet and was caught at that moment.

Her eyes burning in anger and fear. "Let go of me!" she screamed, but the man held her tighter. "Just be calm, I won't harm you," he assured her but she kicked her leg beneath his thighs and ran away while he groaned in pain.

After a few minutes, she felt like passing out, so she hid in a corner to take a rest.

"Why would they kill Mom and Dad? Who sent them?" she blew hot air through her mouth. The sound of a car that stopped caught her attention, she peeped to see them coming out of the car. "How did they locate me?" She looked around but there was no way out again except to run deeper into the uncompleted building.

Since there was no other option, and she wouldn't let them catch her, she ran deeper into the building, hoping to see a way out. They followed different directions after her and she noticed it, so she climbed through the window and jumped off the building-a huge arm grabbed her immediately and drew her along, but her face was covered.

"Let me go!" she yelled, and her mouth was sealed. At this point, she gave up, hoping that they would take her to whoever it was that sent them to murder her parents.

Like it wasn't enough, the stranger lifted her onto his shoulder while on a run. She was looking at the ground and could see that it was a man carrying her, but he wasn't in a suit like the others. "Who are you and where are you taking me to?" she questioned but got no reply.

"I'll put you down, then you'll choose whether to go to them or stay here." Before she could say a word, she found herself standing before a stoutly built man. Her mouth was agape as she admired such a handsome man who saved her life. "Don't be too reckless next time..." he warned her and was about to leave but she obstructed his way.

"Why did you save me? We don't know each other right?" she queried, hoping for a reply.

He ran his fingers through her hair making her feel calm. "You owe me your body for the night, but I think you should take a rest for now ... .We'll talk about that later," he replied.

Her brows furrowed. She could recall her father telling her how her hospital bills were cleared by a mafia consigliere in exchange of offering her body to him for a night, and she had that in mind, knowing that mafias don't joke with their deals-that's why she must pay him back for saving her life or she would have been dead due to the fatal accident.

"That's why I saved you. You can't die without paying me," he added.

She nodded with a slight smile. "I wasn't going to die, that's why I'm on a run-and I'll pay you with my body," she said, rumbling her clothes. He scoffed and dipped his hand into his back pocket, then handed a little gun to her. "What is it for? I can't...."

"Didn't your father tell you? I'm a mafia consigliere, and we don't make a step without a gun." he smiled and frowned immediately. "But, there's no bullet in it, just needles that can stop one's limb from functioning."

"What are you trying to say?" she asked curiously, still staring at the gun.

He held her. "If you're beside me, you must be strong, vibrant, and smart-so try and be that way until the deal is over."

She exhaled a deep breath. "I can't...."

"Those guys will soon be here and you must live, right? Then you have to shoot the needles at their legs while we are on the run." he gestured and made a step but she stopped him again. "Mafias are wealthy and they all have expensive cars, where's yours?" she asked, since she already knew everything about mafias, their villa isn't far from the heart of Rio where mafias reside.

He arched his brows. "You forgot that this is a bush? Or you expect me to come here with it?" he shook his head in disbelief. "I was having fun with one of the burglars that visited my home here before I sighted you on the run and the guys after you. That doesn't mean that I'm your savior-my car is parked far away from here."

She held his right hand. "Let's go so I can end the deal and go my way," she uttered and he took his hands away and moved. She sniffed, watching him. "What insolence!" she cursed and followed him immediately.

They walked in the bush for a few minutes before they came out of the main road where his car and his men were waiting, and then he directed her to the car.

"Be fast!" he ordered her as he noticed the sound of cars coming closer, he knew it was the guys after her. "I wonder why they are after her and who sent them...." he dipped his hands into his pockets.

"They look familiar!" one of his men uttered as the cars stopped and the guys alighted from the car, rushing to where they were.

He stood firm and watched them come closer. "How may I help you?" he asked, waiting for their response, but one of them rushed to the car where the lady had entered.

"I'll shoot him once he comes closer." She comforted herself and watched as the guy opened the door, then he let out one of the needles into his leg, causing him to fall to the ground. "Sit tight!" She heard a voice from the driver's seat and lifted her face. It was her savior, so she shut the door immediately.

"What of your men?" she asked anxiously.

He hissed. "They will take care of themselves. It's getting late, I have to break the deal and take you back home on time," he replied while increasing the speed of the car since he sighted one of the opponent's cars after them. "Put on the seat belt, it's going to be a rough ride," he warned her, and she did that immediately.

It was a rough ride indeed until they showed up before a gate.

"What's this place?" she questioned.

"My house! You'll stay here just for a night." he climbed down from the car and she did so as well.

She admired the building so well and walked closer to him, then held his hand. "What's your name, Consigliere?"

He glanced at her and scoffed. "Noah, but I hate it when you refer to me by name."

"Then I'll call you Mr Consigliere." she smiled widely while still holding him. "My name is Cloe!" she announced and he nodded. She swallowed hard, recalling that they would only be together for the night and she would finally become a wanderer.

"Boss, we got information about them." one of Noah's men approached him as he was seated on the sofa. He is already done with Cloe and is waiting for him to show up so he can go drop her off, but it's already thirty minutes and Cloe is still inside the room. He signaled the guy to come closer and squat beside the sofa. "Who are they?" he asked.

He cleared his throat. "They were sent by Don."

He sat up on hearing that. Williams is the mafia Don of their villa, and he hates him so much. Williams doesn't wish for anyone to be above him, and that's why Noah hasn't been promoted to a Don after five years of being a consigliere.

He clenched his fist. "What reason?" he asked again.

The guy pouted his lips. "We couldn't find out, but he wanted the lady and already killed her parents." That's who Williams is, he must get what he wants no matter what. "Based on the information we got, he already wanted her before she got into the accident."

"And he couldn't pay for her bills and take her?" he shut his eyes. "Not now!" He walked out of the sitting room to see Cloe seated on the bed. She was having a towel tied around her chest. "Don't tell me you are not planning to leave. I'll kill you."

She sighed. Isn't it better to be killed than going to meet her dead parents? "I can't leave because I'm scared that I'll die out there. You know my life is in danger...."

"You aren't a mafia, that's why you can't be here. It's more dangerous here than out there." he made it obvious to her, but she shook her head. "Are you trying to stress me out or what? Just go to the people after you and stay with them-our deal is over."

She shook her head. "Let's make another deal." She stood up and walked closer to him. "I'll make a deal instead of going back there."

He scratched his head. He has been with a lot of ladies but has never met a persistent one like Cloe. All he wants in women is nothing but sex, and that's the end of the night. "I can't have you here for more than a night, don't you want me to test other juices?"

She almost laughed but she had to hold herself so he wouldn't be more irritated the more. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me stay with you, even if you will train me to be a Mafia."

"Go back to your parents." He turned his back to her, knowing that her parents were late, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"They're dead! Those guys killed them." her voice turned sober. He wasn't turning, so she decided to walk closer to him, she held his waist, making him a bit uncomfortable. Even though he calms his traumatism with sex, he still hates women and everything about them, talking more about staying with one under the same roof.

"Please, accommodate me. I want to avenge the death of my parents, I don't even know the killer," she uttered.

He licked his lips. Her story is becoming similar to his.

"Mr Consigliere!"

He turned. "I'll take you somewhere else, I hate women."

She shook her head. "I'll feel comfortable and safe staying with you here." she shut her eyes for a while and then opened it again, that was her way of gathering courage. "Marry me, Mr Consigliere!"

He pushed her backward, shocked to hear her say that. "A man is supposed to do that. Between, I don't have time for your gender, all I want is to fuck your pussy the way I want and push you away-so don't expect me to love or have feelings for you, I'm not getting married." he screeched.

She wasn't disappointed, rather she got to her knees. "Marry me please, even if you don't love or have feelings for me. All I want is your protection." she pleaded, this time, she was sobbing silently, knowing that if Noah ever kicks her out, her life will turn to something else.

For over five minutes, she was still on her knees, holding his leg.

"I can't do it, just leave my house, the deal is over," he yelled at her.

She said not a single word. Her head was bent low as she wept continuously. This is her only way to survive, because she knows with him she will find her parents' killer and get revenge. "Even if I'll be your slave, I don't mind."

After thinking over and over and hearing her plead several times, he made up his mind. "It's going to be a deal and an assignment." he turned and she lifted her face. "If you're able to make me love and develop feelings for you within ninety days, then I'll marry you. If not, I'll kick you out after ninety days are over."

Hearing that, she was so excited that she stood up immediately and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so grateful." was all she could say, because she wasn't sure yet if he would come to love her or not-but she knew so well that she was already in love with him and wished for him to love her back. She wants to know how it feels to be loved and is sure that she will be done with her revenge before the ninety days elapse.

"Now, you have to tell me why your parents are dead." he pulled her away from his body and sat on the bed.

She sat beside him and crossed her legs. "I don't know how it happened, but I only returned from an errand only to hear the sound of gunshots, and then those men came out of the house." she narrated.

He swallowed his saliva. "Do you really want to avenge their death?" he asked, staring into her eyes. She nodded twice. "I want to, but first to know who's behind it and why." he laughed at her, only if she knew who was behind it.

"What relationship do you have with a mafia Don?" he asked again.

The question was terrifying. "I don't have.."

He shut her up. "Don't tell me that. A mafia Don can't be after a local lady like you just for no reason-who exactly are you?" his brows furrowed.

She thought of the answer to the question and went dumb, but seeing how serious he was, she decided to spill everything. She wouldn't want to be kicked out. "I'm a stripper, I work in a brothel,"

He narrowed his eyes. Weeks after Cloe was involved in an accident, Williams had sent him to go hunt a virgin stripper for him and had promised to allow him to become a Don if he ever succeeded. But unfortunately, Cleo's father came to him for a deal, and that's when he focused on seeing Cloe survive first.

He took a good look at the lady sitting beside him and smiled, then stood up. He opened the drawer of the table and took out a picture from it. His facial expression changed... Cloe noticed it and stood up as well.

She matched beside him and took the picture from him, her eyes grew wide as she stared at her image. "This is me doing the auction." She threw the photo on the floor, quivering. "How come you're having my picture?"

"I should ask why you're a virgin stripper...." He cut in and picked up the photo again. It's indeed a coincidence meeting the girl he was ordered to capture. "You see? If I take you to him, I'll become a Don ... .but how do I do it when we already had a deal?" He shook his head and put the photo in the draw again. "Maybe I should wait until after the deal is over, then I'll take you to him because I'm certain I'll never fall for a stripper like you." He laughed approaching her.

She stepped back until she sat on the bed, she already concluded she was in danger.

"Don't worry, I won't let him take you since you're already mine-" he patted her shoulder.

She clenched her fist. "I hate him! I was forced to be at the auction that day, that's why I ran away after it was over and he didn't see me again." She gulped and looked away. "My mistress wants to get a bigger share from the millions of dollars he paid, while I'll get little-plus the fact that I'll be with him forever." She shook her head. "I can't do it!"

"That's why he killed her parents." He thought and laid on the bed. That moment, he recollected something he had wanted to ask her and then sat up again. "Are you truly a virgin?" He asked, not understanding anything.

He was very sure that he just fucked her, and there was no way a stripper will be a virgin.

"I'm not dreaming, right? Didn't I just...."

"You did nothing!" She cut him up.

He grabbed her hand, his face contorted. "Are you okay upstairs? How can I fuck you and you'll still be a virgin? Or, you were a virgin when he was searching for you huh?" Something is wrong. He knows so well that he didn't break his virginity, it was smooth and sweeter than ever. He looked at her with fierce eyes. "Tell me what's going on with me? I fucked you right?" He yelled at her.

She pouted her lips and shook her head. "I drugged you. You didn't fuck me."

He gazed at her. "Is that why you are a virgin stripper? What do you do to your clients? Tell me what you did to me...." He screeched and pulled out his gun from under his pillow, pointing it at her forehead.

She could do nothing other than to laugh, slowly, she sat up and faced him while the gun was still pointed at her forehead. "It's just a normal drug that will make you sleep off and wake up, feeling satisfied like you had a banging sex-that's all, it's nothing to call for alarm." she gestured, exposing her thirty-two.

He put down the gun, but his face was still contorted and he still had something to ask. "The name of the drug...."

"I'll tell you either after the ninety days are over or when we are married. Not now!" she shrugged her shoulders. She alone knows the drug and doesn't want any other person to know about it because she feels it isn't safe. She has been using this drug since she became a stripper due to the difficulty in her family, and none of her clients ever finds out, instead, they compliment her on her good jobs.

He dipped his hands into his pockets. "That means you're still a virgin huh? No wonder that dickhead is after you.."

"Do you know him more? I've not seen his face nor do I know a single thing about him, but I'm sure he's super rich that he bid me that high during the auction." she narrated, recalling that day and how she sneaked out of the brothel. That was her last day there, and that was when she was involved in the accident because she was running and got hit by a truck that night.

Noah released a loud hiss, it still amazes him how he was drugged and woke up feeling cool. Who would ever believe that such a drug exists and that someone like her would know about it and make money with it? "You should do research, or ask questions and find out who he is yourself. It's a pity that our deal isn't over, because you scammed me with a drug...all I can tell you is that he's a Mafia Don, he's super rich, that's why he bid you higher." he glared at her. "And you know, Mafia's get what they want at all cost."

She understood his madness towards her, of course, he was the only one who found out the truth about her. "Make sure not to tell anybody..." she pleaded and glued her ass to the bed. "Why not tell me who he is exactly? Hope he has nothing to do with my parent's death?"

He smirked. "Dig everything out yourself!" he retorted.

She licked her lips. This was indeed a mess that he put herself into, if she had known that it would cause issues, she wouldn't have split the truth. She stood up from the bed and walked towards him, wrapped her arm around his waist-staring into his eyes.

"What are you up to?" His voice was so hoarse.

"To bribe you!" she kissed his lips causing him to shudder. "I don't think you've kissed for the first time. Is this your first kiss?"

He tried pulling away but couldn't, he became weak to her and only stared at her face. "Your lips taste bitter..."

"That's the opposite." she kissed him again, this time it was deeper and he responded to it, but pulled away when he recalled that he had to avoid women. "Look, you're gonna disvirgin me tonight, so handle me like a queen or..."

"I won't, you'll make use of the other room." he cut her short at that moment. There's no way he'll make love to her after making him feel weak before her. "I told you that I hate women, all I want is..."

"This is a deal, so I have to be close to you to make you fall for me." she reminded him.

He felt like his muscles had fallen asleep. At this point, he was lost for words.

"And, before the deal ends, I have to find out who killed my parents and avenge them-I need your help." she pleaded, her voice sounding sweet and soft. "I have other things so important to do, look into everything yourself." he finally pulled her away. It's a pity that it's the same man who wants her, and made her an orphan, but she isn't a kid any longer, so she has to sort herself out without him.

He wouldn't want her to find out that Don Williams ordered the murder because he wishes to take her to him after the ninety days are over. He needs to be a Don to achieve certain things....but then, he hates that dude and wants to pull him down. He's doing messy things a lot.

Cloe folded her arms against her chest while staring at Noah as he paced around the room. "If you guide me, then I'll do everything myself. I need to bury their corpse as well." her voice drew him out of his thoughts, and then he turned to her. "You want to organize their funeral before looking into the cause of their death and who's behind it?"

She nodded, that was how she wanted it to be, at least she needed to pay them her last respect.

"Then, I'll take you back home and you do that." he offered the help she wasn't expecting. Smiles covered her face, "Can we go now?" she asked, but Noah shook his head. It was already getting late, and it would take hours before they reached their residence. "Let's go tomorrow, very early in the morning....after that, I can now fuck you." he pouted her lips.

That sounded ridiculous. She didn't know whether to smile or frown.

~

Very early the next day, Noah was already awake, about to take his bath when Cloe dashed into the room. She had spent her night in the other room like he ordered to avoid trouble. She took a catwalk towards him and grabbed the towel he was tying around his waist. "The moment I saw your dick, I became obsessed with it-I can't wait to see and touch it again...." she giggled.

He pushed her slowly. "You must respect my dick no matter what...." he took a good look at her, she was putting on a crop top with a short jean. "Are you going to a party or a funeral?"

She glanced at herself. "I'll get changed when we reach there, this is the only cloth I have with me and you know it."

He went into the bathroom and freshened up quickly while Cloe was waiting in his room. When he was out, he caught her pouting her lips seductively while twerking her hips on the bed, his mouth went agape while staring at her, not knowing whether to shun her or keep mute...all he knew was that he loved the sight of what he was seeing and wants to keep seeing it.

"Stop staring and get dressed...." she brought back his senses. He hissed and walked to the wardrobe where he picked the dress he was going to put on. He threw a suit at her. "Have it on, you're in the Mafia world."

She took a good look at the suit and began undressing instantly before the mirror. She pulled out her short jeans and crop top, standing before the mirror with just her panties and brassiere on.

Noah, not knowing that she was at his back, turned immediately to take a look at himself only to feel his cock struggling in his pants. He licked his lips, trying to look off, but couldn't. Her body was so smooth and attractive, that no man would ever resist it. He wiped his face and matched closer to her, "Just put the cloth on...."

She put it on immediately and turned. "I look like a mafia now right?" she smiled at him as he nodded. He handed a gun to her. "You are on a run, so you must be alert all the time. It has a needle in it." On hearing that it had a needle in it, she frowned, she wasn't expecting a gun that way to be filled with just needles.

"Can I have the one with the bullet? This is more beautiful than the first one you gave me, and yet it has needles," she complained.

He sniffed. "Those needles are poisonous like bullets as well, and I can't give you the one with the bullet since you aren't trained."

"Then train me to be a mafia. You have to do that before I start looking into the death of my parents right?" he patted her shoulder. "I'll do that after the funeral is over-let's leave so we will come back on time ...put the gun inside the pocket of your jacket," he instructed her, and she did the same immediately.

Happily, she headed with him to the car looking gorgeous. She hasn't been in a suit before, talk more of an expensive one that Mafia's wear.

"I wonder when you got this feminine suit. Seems like you've been dreaming of this moment.'' She broke up the silence between them while they walked to the car. She noticed that his looks changed after she made her last statement. "Are you frowning because I talked about women? It's just that you don't have a female bodyguard, yet you have a suit for a female Mafia."

"Stop ranting and focus. Mafias don't talk a lot." he cautioned her and she kept mute, she was learning and it seemed to be interesting being amid the Mafia.

Two hours after they took off, they were parked in Cloe's residence. They alighted from the car and made their way into the building.

The sound of a lighter frightened Cloe that she turned, it was Noah who had a lighter with him-turning it on and off several times.

"Do you smoke? Why come with the lighter?" she asked him but he grimaced. "Let's talk about the disappeared corpse first. How come their dead bodies aren't here and everywhere is cleaned up like nothing happened?" he stated in fury.