THE MAFIA'S ANGEL

Julia shook a wave of blonde hair behind her ear as she wiped the table vigorously. Her mother, Mrs Bianchi, had gone out to get some stuff. They just had a few minutes till the restaurant would open. As she wiped each table, her gaze surveyed the entire area.

Her father had built the place with her mother before passing away. She could still imagine him juggling the customer's orders while her mum does the cooking. A tear fell from her eye. Those days are long gone; they are now simply memories.

Soon she heard a vehicle approaching, it stopped in front of the restaurant building. She was surprised to see a customer this early so she removed her apron and walked quickly to the door.

Approaching her from the vehicle was not just one but three assumed customers.

"Good day, sirs. We are not fully open yet; would you want to-"

Her words were cut short with a quick shove from one of the men. The three men dressed in dark suits entered the restaurant and began scanning the whole space as if they were looking for something.

Still in shock from the push, Julia rose and confronted them angrily.

"What do you want?" She yelled, "and who gave you the right to push me like that?"

The guy disregarded her query, "Who is in control here?"

"My mom, but she is out," Julia answered, still furious. "Like I said, we are not fully open yet so please leave."

The man who had pushed her turned to face her fiercely before grinning and asking, "Did you just mention your mum? Then you must be Bianchi's late daughter. You are really bold, just like him."

"How do you know about my father?" Julia inquired, hoping they would not perceive her dread.

The man took two steps forward, leaving his escorts behind. He grinned again as he approached her and stroked his index finger behind her ear, pulling her hair back. Julia felt uneasy at his touch and slapped his hand away.

"You've got some nerve," he smirked.

"You have absolutely no right to touch me." She yelled, but it had no effect on them, as they started giggling.

The man turned to his escorts, "Don't you think Don would like her?"

They both nodded.

He bent over to her ears, "Soon you won't have a say about your body." He whispered and trailed his tongue round her earlobe.

Before she could retaliate, he collected a large envelope from one of the men behind him and slammed it on her chest.

"You just have few days left, dearie." he said as she stared at the envelope.

"What is this?"

"A little surprise. Why don't you uncover it with your mum." he said and walked towards the exit not forgetting to give her a wink.

"See you soon!" He grinned and licked his lips seductively before leaving.

When they were gone, Julia fell to her knees trembling. She reflected on the drama that had just occurred but could not make sense of everything that had happened. She suddenly remembered the lick on her earlobe and grabbed the rag she had placed on the table to clean her ear.

"Disgusting." She murmured to herself.

Few minutes later, Mrs Bianchi came back with a bag of groceries. Seeing the smile on her mother's face, she decided to wait and tell her all that had happened later.

When no customer was forthcoming, Julia brought her mother to sit down and brought out the envelope.

"Some men came by and left this envelope," she said, handing it to her.

On opening it, Mrs Bianchi's expression changed to a fearful look.

"Did they do anything to you? Did they harass you?" she asked while examining her daughter's body.

"I took care of it," She lied, "but can you tell me what all this is about?"

Her mother's voice began to tremble, "Your dad."

"My dad? What happened? What did he do?"

"He took a loan from Rossini Financial Holdings to help stabilize the restaurant when it was crashing down. I warned him against it but he had high hopes that he would recover the money in five years. Then he got in that accident that claimed his life."

"The Rossini Financial Holdings?" Julia asked. She has heard about them before and the weird things they do to their debtors. She had never thought her family would be one of their numerous debtors. The thought of it alone made her quiver in fear.

"But why didn't you tell me all this since? I would have figured out a way to earn more money to pay it off."

"Didn't you just drop out of college due to lack of money? That was already enough torture. I watched you cry every night but I couldn't do anything to help. Don't you think bringing this up would have been terrible?"

Julia was speechless. Her mother was right, even now there was nothing she could do and the Rossini's would want their money back by all means. While she was still contemplating, her mother stood up, went to her safe where the daily sales money was being kept. She brought out a bundle of Euro notes and handed it to Julia with shaking hands.

"Here, take this, I have been saving it up so that you could go to college again."

Julia looked up with a surprised expression, "What do you want me to do with it?"

Mrs Bianchi lowered her voice, "Take it and run. Just go anywhere, away from Italy. Maybe the US or any other country."

Still perplexed, Julia inquired, "Why, Mum? Is there anything you are not telling me?"

Her mother dismissed her question: "We don't know when they will be back; you should have gone somewhere far away by then."

"No! No!!" Julia shouted, "Not until you tell me what's going on."

"Giulia Bianchi, can't you see!" Her mother shrieked, then hid her face in her hands, sobbing silently.

Her mother just addressed her by her entire name. There must be something dangerous that is about to happen, she said to herself.

"They want you." Her mother spoke out amidst her tears.

"Want me?"

Mrs. Bianchi handed her the envelope, "Your father signed an agreement to use you as collateral if he is unable to acquire the funds after five years."

"What!" Julia shouted as she grabbed the envelope, "No, my father can't do that."

"He was confident he would repay it in five years," her mother continued, still weeping.

Julia was taken aback. She could not believe it.

"What about you? What would they do when they don't know my whereabouts?" Julia asked in fear, "I have heard about the Donatello family and I have already imagined something terrible if I escape."

"Don't worry about me. Your safety is what I am thinking of now!"

"No, no mum. If there is anything, we are going to fight it together." Julia said, shaking her head.

Mrs Bianchi sniffed, "You're just like your father. Having confidence when you can just see it failing already."

"I just don't want to lose you too, mum." She sniffled.

"I wish we could go back in time but the deed has been done already." She said, almost choking on her cry.

Julia did not say anything. It was all clear to her. She now understands why that man made advances at her. She already belonged to them.

"Bring her to me at all costs" His voice thundered, "but I must not find a scratch on her." He added in a cold tone as his men scurried away.

Their fear of him was always at a high peak. After they had left, he took his seat at the table of his magnificent office. He leaned back in the chair and pulled a cigar out of a drawer while he waited for his new sex item to arrive.

He had heard about the drama that unfolded at the restaurant and now he can't wait to see the girl that dared to confront his men. This was new to him. As the leader of a legendary mafia gang, Donatello Rossini, also known as "boss," was taken aback; no one had dared to speak back to his men, much alone look them in the eye, but she had done more, which infuriated him the most.

***

Julia assisted her mother by cleaning the restaurant while the middle-aged woman cleared the kitchen. They were finished for the day, and she could not wait to take a break, even though she knew it would be difficult. Considering the thoughts she has in her mind, she felt very uncomfortable.

She was still immersed in her thoughts when she heard a voice behind her, "We meet again, sweetheart."

She jolted back and looked up quickly to the same wicked faces she had seen hours ago. She was curious as to why they had returned so swiftly; were they planning to renew their contract? Or perhaps they realized it was not for them in the first place and have returned to recover it, she reasoned.

"We have come to take what's ours," The man started, "by now you must have gone through the contract to understand what we want."

At this point, Julia tried to relieve herself of any fear. "What brings you back so quickly? You did not give us the time you promised."

"Well, things have changed. The boss got a little impatient. He needs you now." The man licked his lips.

Julia could feel herself shivering, but before she could say anything further, one of the men grabbed her. She scratched and kicked but to no avail, only her scream got the presence of her mother who came rushing to the scene. She begged with a series of pleas to release her daughter but it fell on deaf ears as the vehicle drove out and into the street.

***

"Boss, Marcello and the men have arrived." One of the men said.

"Let them in." He said in a hoarse voice.

When the door opened, Julia was taken inside the room, her head toward the ground, followed by Marcello and the other two men, each clutching her arm hard.

"Your hold on me is too tight." She protested, attempting to loosen their grasp.

"You do not dare to speak in front of the boss." Marcello warned.

When they reached the boss, they paused and shoved her to the ground. Julia, who had no idea where she was, glanced upward.

Surrounding her were men dressed in black shirts and pants, as well as ladies, well, sluts, judging from their dressing.

They all looked at her with contempt, while some laughed.

"Quiet." Don commanded.

The entire room became silent. Julia looked up and locked eyes with the most cold gaze she has ever seen. She could feel his stare piercing right through her heart. His face alone conveys his entire personality; from his sharply defined jaws to his cheekbones and well-shaped face, every element seems to exude a sinister energy that screams authority.

He stared at her, not blinking a bit. His eyes felt like he could see right through her, like he could navigate her pasts and secrets. Then all of a sudden, it fell to her lips. All this while she kept her eyes on him, wanting to break the contact but she couldn't. Something did not just feel right.

Soon, the whole staring facade came to an end when one of the sluts kissed him on the cheek.

That brought Julia back to reality, she was surprised at herself for not recognizing the two brunette ladies seated at his sides. They rubbed their bodies into his as he took turns massaging their breasts. Moans were heard, but no one paid attention to them; it was the usual thing.

"Who is she?" One of the thick brunette with protruding breasts, asked.

"A new toy," The boss answered and they all laughed. This angered Julia but she remained mute. Sensing the kind of people around her, she could be killed with just a click of fingers from their leader.

"Silence," he ordered as he rose from his seat and approached Julia who was still on the floor. When he got close to her, he bent down on one knee and brought his face close to her. The young girl, still repulsed by what she had just witnessed, shifted her face back, her heart thudding quickly.

He paused abruptly, chuckled, and then picked her up off the ground and pinned her against the wall. The people watched with interest.

With one hand, he held her two hands up tightly and forced a kiss on her lips. She attempted to struggle, but Don's grasp on her was too powerful. With his other hand, he slipped inside her blouse and fondled her breasts.

Julia could feel her heart trying to push itself out of its ribcage. She was quivering with every touch and stroke.

Suddenly his hand slipped down to her skirt, it passed through the band and into her panties, slipping a finger into her, "Hmm, still tight." he whispered before coming to a stop.

"Get her to change into some pretty lingerie, I would need her to entertain me tonight." He announced it to one of the girls, Brittany.

"I would do no such thing," Julia blurted out while fixing herself. She can't believe she just let a man do how he wants with her.

Don came to a halt in his tracks, taken aback by her comments.

"Don't hit her, I wouldn't want to see a mark on her pretty skin plus she is quite special." He gestured to Marcello.

"You've really got some nerve," He remarked coldly, "But let me remind you that you are mine now, and the more you learn to keep your mouth shut, the simpler your life here will be. Now be a good girl and come make me happy."

As she was being escorted out, one of his men from outside approached him, "Mr. Martin would like to speak with you."

Don's face hardened. "Marcello," he called out to his personal assistant, "Tell Brittany to put a halt to the dressing. Something important just came up."

"Yes, Boss" He bowed and left the room.

He walked up to his table, irritated, and pulled his smartphone from the drawer. He was enraged at hearing his step brother's name; the young man was skilled at seizing every opportunity to ruin his enjoyment.

After putting his phone into his pocket, someone strode in, "Hey brother, long time no see."

Brittany brought Julia to a room, it was huge and aesthetically pleasing in comparison to the house she and her mother lived in. She felt as if it had been deliberately designed for her, but that thought alone was horrifying.

A minute later, someone knocked on the door and peered inside. It was Marcello. He signaled to Brittany who walked out with him.

A few seconds later, she returned to the room and approached where Julia was standing.

"You're quite lucky on your first day," She started then threw her hands round the room, "This would be your room."

Julia shot her a look, "Why am I lucky?"

The brunette looked at Julia, then laughed softly, "If you want to survive here like the other bitches, you need to tone your character down. All these shits you're displaying won't get you anywhere," She paused, then added, "Don Rossini is the boss here and he gets whatever he wants, the earlier you learn that, the better it would be for you."

Julia said nothing. She knew Brittany was right, judging from what she had seen, he could end her life if she acted drastically.

"You still haven't answered my question." She blurted out.

Brittany, who was about to leave, turned and scoffed.

"Something important came up, so the Boss wouldn't be needing you for now."

Julia heaved a sigh of relief.

"That doesn't mean he wouldn't still fuck you." She smirked and walked out.

***

"What are you doing here?" Don fired as he sat down and lit a cigar.

Martin, his supposed stepbrother was still the same, all smiley. This annoys Don a lot.

"Shouldn't you at least start with a greeting, Donatello?" Martin asked with a smile.

Don rolled his eyes. He hates when he calls his full name but he chose to ignore it this time.

"You know it has really been long since I traveled to the States, so I decided to fly back and surprise you." Martin said as he took a stroll round the office.

Puffing out the smoke from his mouth, Don said, "Your surprise was pathetic and you are not welcome here."

His step-brother let out a laugh as he took his place on the couch.

"I know you hate to see my face after our father's death but we have a problem at hand and I have come to forge an alliance with you."

Don puffed out another smoke from his mouth, "Forge alliance against who? Do you think I would help you with whatever mischief you're up to?" He asked coldly.

Martin sat up straight, "I have known you to be the cold-hearted brother–"

"–step-brother." Don corrected, nonchalantly.

"Yeah, right, step-brother," he continued, "I came here with zero confidence that you would want to help but this threatens the whole Rossini's business you have tried to stabilize for years, so I came to you having no other choice."

A threat to the Rossini's business? Don took a pause to his smoke before turning to face Martin. He stared at him for a while trying to detect a hint of lie but none was forthcoming. He knew Martin was well aware of his desire for power and had expected him to manipulate him into giving up his position as usual, but this time was different; their conversation had taken a whole new turn. His step-brother was here to form an alliance with him; a proposal that was unexpected.

"Who dares to pose a threat to the Rossini's business?" Don asked as he dropped the cigar into the ashtray.

"The Morano's," Martin said with a glimmer of optimism.

The Morano family rang a bell in Don's head. He had heard that name before. The former high ranking mafia group before the death of the leader and his son.

"After the death of his father and older brother, Marco, the youngest son has taken over and he is coming directly at us."

"Is your information legit? Last time I checked, the business had died down and Marco had travelled out to further his college education."

Martin let out a laugh, "Well, I can see you are unaware of the fact that his travel out of the country was to regroup and strengthen his forces," he paused then continued, "he now stands as the new leader of the latest mafia group rising up in the US. If you still care to know of my sources, I would like to tell you that my spies are very efficient in their jobs."

Don sank into his chair. If Marco has started their family business anew, then it would definitely pose a threat to them since it would be more personal than business related.

"We need to be prepared. It would be more of a revenge against us for the death of his father and brother." Martin said, reading his stepbrother's mind.

Donatello hates to hear the word "we", he loves to accomplish things on his own, but this time around, he knew something had to be done.

The ruthless boss kept quiet, taking another cigar from the packet, he lit it and inhaled deeply.

Moreno wasn't the problem but the audacity he has displayed by threatening him and his family business was what pissed him off.

When Martin was gone, Marcello entered at his boss' call.

"Get me the new girl!" He ordered.

***

Julia was seated in the room still trying to figure out her new life when Marcello barged in. She shot him an angry look but he ignored it.

"The boss needs you now," he smiled when he noticed the pair of lingerie laid out on the bed, "You should actually dress in a sexy way if you want to make him feel better."

Julia looked at the pair of lingerie behind her and rolled her eyes. She had figured she would still end up wearing it sooner or later.

While she dressed up, Marcello waited for her outside the room, soon she was done putting on some neat clothes and followed him.

***

Julia met Donatello in his study room, he looked engrossed in his thoughts to notice her presence and Marcello's exit from the room.

Suddenly, he looked up, taking Julia aback, and smiled. He noticed she looked more beautiful with her blonde hair cascading over her face; a feature he hadn't taken note of before.

"I need you to please me."He said as he stood up and walked towards her in a few strides.

Julia rolled her eyes secretly. She was already aware of why he called her.

"You know I like it when your hair falls to your face," He smiled again, "it gives me the opportunity to uncover your face with my bare hand." He added while pushing the hair behind her ear. Her body tingled as he touched her; it seemed as though he was aware of her sensitivities and knew how to arouse them.

Abruptly, he caught her by the waist and drew her toward him. Julia flinched. She could feel the heat emitting between them from his hardened chest as her hand lay on him. He placed his head against her neck, tracing kisses while he worked on her skirt, slowly unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground.

A knot tied in her stomach, she was not ready for this.

In a second, her shirt was gone. Don paused to stare at her, his lips salivating, "The lingerie looks nice on you," He commented.

Julia remained silent. She knew talking back would not prove anything plus she was already under his influence.

Before she could think, he grasped her ass and started to adore her body with little kisses. When his lips finally touched hers, the fire intensified; his tongue gently connected with hers as he fondled her breasts, leading her to a state of complete captivity.

Julia's world came to a halt when his hand crept into her underwear, his fingers settling into the wet wall of her vagina. All the while, his lips suckled on her nipples as he stroked her clitoris in a delicate manner. He dipped one finger into her, then two into her tight pussy, thrusting it with care while ignoring the curses and the nails digging into his flesh.

"Fuck!" She finally said, still holding onto him.

Don smirked. He was enjoying every bit of it and was not planning to stop anytime soon. He pulled out his fingers, gave her pussy a smack before thrusting it in again and increasing the strokes, not minding her pleas.

The young lady was in a daze as she squirted all over his hand. She had forgotten all that had happened before as she clutched him firmly, her claws burrowing into his body. He made her feel better than anybody she had ever been with, and his strokes transported her to a whole other universe, one she hoped she would remain in for a while.

For Julia, her world stood still; she was no longer in control. She could hear herself moaning faintly as she was drawn into the antiques of his hands.