Sex with the Mafia King

I pulled down my dress for the second time that night. I had never worn anything that short before, and leather was hotter than I thought it would be.

I was in a red leather dress that reached a few inches below my ass and showed too much cleavage. It hugged my body like a second skin and even made me a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have to do this, Serena," Lily told me.

"I have to."

"What are you going to do once you're there? You don't even know if you'll find what you're looking for. This is dangerous."

"I need to at least try."

She didn't try to talk me out of what I was planning because she knew that I wouldn't listen to her. When I made up my mind, there was no changing it. I didn't risk my life to come to New York for nothing.

Like the good friend she was, Lily helped me put on a blonde wig to match my outfit. My hair was brunette, and needed to be blonde to pull off my plan.

I also had fake contact lenses to replace my green eyes with blue ones and a fake, realistic nose to mask my features a little bit more.

After I put on the wig, I left the dressing room and walked back to where all the girls were lined up. We were in a strip club getting picked to go to a billionaire's house so he could choose the woman he wanted for the night.

Lily had some dirt on the owner of the strip club, so she was able to get him to include me in the line-up. Apparently, the billionaire had a preference for blonde women.

A tall and muscular man walked around picking women he intended to take to the mansion, and I prayed I would be among them. Otherwise, all my efforts would have been in vain.

"You," the man said as he pointed at me.

I felt a huge sense of relief because I had been chosen. It felt like a golden moment. All ten of us who had been chosen were blindfolded and put in a van.

The billionaire in question was elusive.

He was rarely ever seen in public, and he didn't like interacting with people. He had to have women delivered to his home because he couldn't come out and choose them for himself. If that wasn't dystopian, I didn't know what was.

The ride had to have taken at least thirty minutes. When we arrived, we were each pulled from the car and led into a house. Once inside, our blindfolds were removed.

The billionaire came into view. He was sitting on a couch with a drink in his hand. He had glasses over his eyes and a nerdy look to him.

He had dark hair and the palest gray eyes I had ever seen. They were...strange, and the most noticeable thing about him, apart from the chiseled jawline that highlighted his Italian roots.

Nero DeLuca. He was the youngest heir to the DeLuca Italian-American dynasty. Many knew his name, but very few ever saw him. I didn't expect him to be a nerd, but it seemed like he was.

He didn't smile or look at any of us. If anything, it seemed like he couldn't care less that we were there.

He looked like a king sitting on very expensive furniture in the middle of his spacious living room with high ceilings, golden ambiance, and impressive chandeliers.

"What's this, Dominic?" He asked the man who had brought us there.

"I brought women here for you so you can choose the one you want to spend the night with."

He flicked his hand, and someone rushed forward to rush us away. We were taken to a smaller living room to wait. It was a golden opportunity I couldn't pass up.

"Do you think he's gay?" A girl asked.

"Please, gay? I heard that he's a beast in bed. And not only that, he's rough, and he enjoys really taboo sex. No woman has ever left his house dissatisfied. He's far from gay. I want him to pick me so I can see what it feels like to lie with a man like that."

"What's with the glasses?" Another asked.

"He doesn't have good eyesight, but don't let that fool you. He knows what he's doing when he's in bed."

I ignored their bickering and used the opportunity of being away from curious eyes to sneak away. Two guards were watching us, and I knew I couldn't get past them easily.

I got up and wobbled. Some girls looked at me curiously, but most of them ignored me. I walked to the guards, and they glared as if to tell me to go back to where I was sitting.

"I don't feel so good," I said and gagged. They looked worried because they didn't want me to vomit all over the polished marble floors. They were so shiny that I could see my reflection on them.

"I'll take you to the bathroom," one guard said.

"I can go by myself. I don't want you to get in trouble." I said and gagged again for effect.

"It's down the hallway, first door on your right."

I rushed past them, and once I was out of sight, I took a detour. I pretended to be confused for the cameras all around, but I knew exactly where I was going.

I took the stairs and went to the second floor.

Once I made sure no one could see me, I tried to open the first mahogany door I saw. My uncle had the plans to DeLuca's estate, and he had told me where his office was.

The door was locked, and before I could think of how I would pick the lock, I saw that it required a fingerprint verification. What was I going to do?

"Are you lost, birichina?"

Standing behind me was Nero DeLuca with his hands in his pockets like he was casually asking about the weather.

He was so tall that he towered over me, even in heels, and it made me feel intimidated. Looking at him standing, it was obvious that he worked out. He seemed to have a lean, muscular form.

He looked harmless in casual slacks and a long-sleeved pull-neck shirt. But I didn't let his calm tone fool me. He would punish me if he found the only reason I had gone to his mansion was to snoop.

"I'm looking for the bathroom," I said in an overly obnoxious tone. "Am I like...lost?"

I forgot to breathe for a few seconds, thinking he had realized that I was lying to him. If he caught me, he would send me to jail for trespassing.

"You're not supposed to be here."

I knew I would get in trouble if I didn't think fast, so I gagged and pretended I was about to vomit. I had taken acting classes in high school so I knew I was good at it.

"Bathroom," I said.

"Come on."

He walked away, and I had to follow him with my hand over my mouth so I would sell the act more. He led to a bedroom suite that was a floor higher. It looked like a master bedroom due to how huge and well-furnished it was.

It even had a living room and a fireplace. Only a billionaire could have such rooms in his house.

I didn't actually believe he would take me to his master bedroom. He was very reserved and picky.

He didn't seem like he liked any of the girls that Dominic had brought him, and I was one of them.

"There's the bathroom," he said as he pointed at a door.

I rushed inside and turned on the tap in the sink so he wouldn't hear that I wasn't actually going to vomit. The bathroom was something else.

It was something straight out of a home luxury magazine.

It looked like someone used the bathroom often, but I didn't want to dwell on that much longer. I needed to get as far from Nero as I could. I heard that he was alert and nothing ever got past him.

He would notice the disguise I had on if I didn't put some distance between us.

When I left the bathroom, he was leaning against the door with a drink in his hand. He was blocking my way out, and I didn't understand why.

The first thing I noticed was that the door to his balcony was open. If he refused to let me go, I would escape from there. I had come too far to allow him to catch me so easily.

There were rumors around about how he dealt with those who tried to cross him. I didn't want to find out how true those rumors were.

"Thank you," I said.

He stared at me for a long time as I looked to the ground. I couldn't look him in the eye, or he would smell my fear. He looked like a nerd because of the glasses, but there were tattoos all over his hands.

He was far from a nerd. He was a powerful man and powerful men like him got off on the fear they inflicted on others.

"What's your name?" He asked.

Telling him my real name was out of the question.

"Piper."

"Take off your clothes," he said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, my obnoxious tone gone. He wanted me to take off my clothes?

"Isn't this what you came for? Or did you come for something else entirely?" He asked, like he was taunting me.

This was what Lily had warned me about.

I didn't want to have sex with a stranger I barely knew, but if I didn't, he would know I was there for ulterior motives.

"I'm sick," I said slowly, hoping he would accept my excuse.

I couldn't lie. Nero was very hot. He was the kind of man that women often fawned over. It was shocking that he needed someone to get him a girl for the night. All he had to do was smile at a woman, and panties would drop.

Having sex with him wouldn't be that bad.

But I didn't know him, and I didn't want to find out whether or not he had sick fantasies in bed.

"I'll compensate you generously," he said.

What's worse was that he had a serious look on his face, and he wasn't budging. He expected me to do exactly what he asked, and he didn't say it, but I knew the consequences of my defiance would be dire.

And if he found out who I was, I wouldn't survive the night.

He glanced at his wrist watch as though he was telling me that he was impatient. I took deep breaths and started to take off my dress. The zipper was on the front, so I slowly slid it down and exposed my breasts to him.

I desperately wanted to cover up, but if I did, he would see how shy I was and realize that I wasn't a high-end hooker. The dress had been too tight for me to wear a bra inside, which meant I was completely exposed.

I slowly took it off, and it fell to the ground. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. I had to be brave and look him in the eye. Something about the way he looked into my eyes gave me all the confidence I needed.

I was in a red thong, practically naked in front of the richest man in New York. I never thought I would ever see him in my lifetime, and yet, I was about to have sex with him.

Nero looked bored at what he saw. He wasn't impressed, and he wasn't ogling my body either. His eyes were trained on mine. I don't even think he had looked at my naked body once.

"Take off your panties, birichina. I want you completely naked."

I took a deep breath and slowly took off what was left of my clothing. I was shaking, and it wasn't because I was cold. It was fear of what was about to happen.

He still didn't trail his eyes down my body, even when I was naked. I didn't understand why he would ask me to take off my clothes when he didn't even bother to look at me.

He looked at me for what felt like forever before he finally trailed his eyes down my body. Once. Only once. I had never felt that compelled to seek approval from a man. I started to wonder if I was really that unattractive.

He didn't seem to care for what he saw, and it rubbed me in all the wrong ways, and I couldn't even tell you why. I shouldn't have wanted approval from him, but I did.

"You can leave," he said.

"What?" I asked.

It was the first time I had met a man who turned down a naked woman in his bedroom. Those feelings of inadequacy were back full throttle. It was unnerving how one man that I had just met had such a huge effect on me.

"Put on your clothes and leave. Someone is waiting for you downstairs. He'll take you back to where he found you."

He got off the door and walked to his balcony. I followed his movements until he stopped, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

I barely registered putting on all my clothes and hurriedly leaving. Sure enough, Dominic was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me.

"Are you ready to leave?"

"What does birichina mean?" I asked Lily.

Her mother was Italian, and she went there for holidays, which meant she knew the language better than I did. While my parents were also Italian, they never spoke the language, and they were born in the States.

"It means little troublemaker," she said. "Where did you hear that word?"

I shrugged, refusing to answer.

Troublemaker? Did Nero know I didn't go to his house to seduce him? Obviously, the hookers who were brought to his house were not his idea.

By the time I went downstairs, there was no one else there but me. Luckily, Dominic didn't speak to me. He just dropped me off at the club, and I took a cab home.

"What happened in Nero's mansion? You haven't spoken about it."

"Nothing. His office required a fingerprint to unlock so I wasn't able to find something to link him to my parents' murder." I said.

"What would you have done if you had? He wouldn't have let you come out unscathed. Besides, he doesn't have evidence linking him to murders lying around."

Ever since my uncle told me he found a lead in my parents' death and it was linked to the DeLuca family, I became uneasy. My parents were killed when I was eighteen, and their death was ruled a murder-suicide.

Bullshit.

My father loved my mother with all his heart, and he was the mayor of New York. There was no way he killed her. The news painted my mother as the unfaithful cheater when she was anything but.

My parents taught me what love could be. And when they died, my uncle suggested the right thing to do was to flee before the people who killed my parents came for me. He was the only one who believed my parents would never kill themselves.

But without evidence, there was nothing either of us could do.

If the DeLuca family was involved in their deaths, it had to be Nero. He was the only DeLuca in New York. The rest of his family was in Italy.

"I don't know what to do..."

My uncle Lorenzo gave me the plans to Nero's mansion, and I thought I would be able to find something to solve my parents' murder. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Looking back, I was naive to think it would be that easy.

"If you really want to find any evidence, your best bet is seducing Nero but hat's almost impossible considering he's a recluse." Lily said. "That's the only way you can get close enough to snoop through all his things."

I didn't tell her that I had an interaction with Nero. I didn't know why I hid it. All I knew was that it felt like a secret I wanted to keep to myself.

"How do I do that?" I asked her, even though I knew there was no way Nero would be attracted to me.

He didn't like my body, and his preference was blonde women. I had brunette hair and green eyes. I had nothing that he would ever desire in a woman.

I could use a disguise but it wasn't a good long-term plan.

"You're not serious, are you? He's rumored to be a dangerous man. People whisper that he has ties to the mafia. If he is connected to your parents' murder, he'll kill you. Don't be stupid."

"I will do anything to solve my parents' murder," I told her. "I have nothing to lose."

Lily was about to say something to her when a group of girls approached us.

"If it isn't the orphan. I didn't know you were back in town, Serena Marino. Changing your last name doesn't change the fact that you don't have any parents." Cecilia Davenport said.

I went to high school with her and the two girls beside her, Aurora and Nadia. She was still a stuck-up bitch and bully, even at the ripe age of twenty-three.

She had made fun of me and isolated me when I lost everything. She still hadn't changed.

"If it isn't the immature brat. Making fun of orphans was understandable when you were eighteen. Now you're twenty-three. It's time to grow up." I told her.

Her smile faltered, and she narrowed her eyes at me.

I was at a golf club where I went to pass the time. It was a sport my father had taught me, and I felt connected to him when I played. I never stopped, even after his death.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you poor? Don't tell me you're banging some rich old man to get in." She said, and the girls near her laughed.

She was the definition of a blonde bimbo. I bet Nero would take a liking to her.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, Cecelia."

"I heard you speaking about Nero. You'd better stay away from him. He's going to be my fiancé soon. My father is arranging our marriage."

I rolled my eyes and glanced at Lily.

"Let's go," I said, and we got up to leave, but Cecelia grabbed my arm to stop me.

"You don't belong in this world anymore. Let's face it. You're no longer the 'it girl' in our world. That title belongs to me. No one wants to see your ugly face. Pack up and go back to where you came from, orphan."

She let me go and walked away.

"What's her problem?" Lily asked. "She's acting like she's still in middle school."

Once upon a time, I was the popular girl at school in the Upper East Side, and Cecelia kissed the ground I walked on. That was until my parents died and I got a taste of reality. Everyone turned their backs on me.

As if it wasn't bad enough that my parents died, I was broke and in debt. They all laughed in my face and made fun of me. Cecelia became the new popular girl and the one every boy dreamed of marrying.

The world of New York socialites was fickle. It was all about beauty, money, social media followers, and boys. If I wanted to fit back in, I had to care about all that stuff again.

Cecelia was threatened that I was back, and I didn't understand why. We were no longer in high school. We could co-exist in the same circle. But for her, that was impossible, and I knew a bully like her would make my life miserable.

"Do you think she'll marry Nero?" Lily asked.

"I don't know..."

As I watched Cecilia walk away, my phone rang. It was my uncle.

"Zio," I greeted. He liked it when I called him uncle in Italian.

"Serena...you're okay? How...how did yesterday go?" He asked.

He sounded shocked to the point that he stuttered. I wondered what his deal was. He was the one who had urged me to go to the DeLuca mansion to get some answers. Why was he acting like he was shocked?

"It didn't go well. I wasn't able to find anything." I replied. "Are you okay? You sound weird."

"I'm okay, thank you for the concern. Don't worry. Other chances to find out the truth will present themselves. Listen, since you're in New York, I wanted to set you up with my friend's son. Go on a blind date with him to the Governor's Ball tomorrow night."

I wanted to refuse, but I didn't. Without him, I wouldn't have survived when my parents died, and my little brother would have never gone to school. Besides, he was a Senator, and he was the only influential person I knew who could help me with my revenge plans.

"Okay, Zio."

"Good. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."