THE MAFIA'S OBSESSION

There is a lot to say about a man that has it all. A man that has it all does not ask; he takes. He does not want; he demands. He has the right to everything before it is even given to him. He never has to choose, and he never has to wait. He works hard but plays even harder. He lives on the edge; there is nothing that he fears. He dominates everything and everybody. He is a god in his world.

But what does one say about such a man? Well, that you may ask me for I believe I firmly am. My name is Trayton DeCarlo, and I am the god that rules this city.

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It is yet another morning after a busy night, and when I say busy, it is between which girl we find ourselves. Yes, we are vain, but when you have it, man, you better use it.

So as the sun comes shining through the kitchen window, we find ourselves having a late cup of coffee discussing what we shall be doing later this evening. Now even saying that is a stupid thing to say, for we shall dominate our playground yet again.

Now I have known Joseph and Dominic since before we could even stick our tongue down a girl's thong. We do almost everything together, from running my operations to sharing our girls, just not at the same time, though. We are not sick fucks; we are just ambitious.

After another couple of hours of just lazing around, we finally get ready to head out.

"Are you dumb asses ready to go?" I say as I make my way to the door. "Don't want all the best girls taken."

"If there ever were a man whore then it would be you," Dominic says as he comes to walk past me. "And anyway, we are going to share them later anyway, so don't waste your time."

Then Joseph turns to me with the same stupid smirk he gets on his face every night at this exact time. "So what are we doing? Blondes or brunettes?"

"Like that is even a question to ask, I don't give a fuck; I only want to get laid."

But there is this part of me that wants to get myself a decent girl tonight. Well, that is just to have sex. I do not do seconds or thirds; sometimes, I do not even do thirds. I might be able to get whatever I want, but I also do not want to waste my time. You have to work to get a night with me.

...Ava POV...

I cannot believe that Emma is dragging me into this tonight. I know I said that I shall do anything for her, but this is pushing the line. It is not that I do not like going to the club, but it is the reason that she wants to go there that makes me sick. There are far better and way decent guys out there, not as she calls them, The Boys.

So I am sitting through a dreadful round of changing into one tight dress into the other. After the fifth dress, I have had about had enough of it.

"Emma get your ass going; Michael said we must be there early so that he can sneak us into VIP."

"Can you relax? I am almost done."

Then she turns to me with some wicked smile on her face.

"I hope that you are going to get laid. All that built-up tension is making you a grumpy hag."

"Just shut up, and let's go."

...Trayton POV...

So as we enter the club, we are met by the one ugly girl to the other. Now ugly is one thing that I do not do, not even when I feel a slight bit desperate. But the night is still young; it is only yet to but improves. So we head upstairs to the VIP section.

This here, this is my playground. This is where I rule. No other man dare to dangle his fingers in what is mine.

Then Joseph comes up with what he considers as a far better idea, "I think we should go to the strip joint.

I nearly topple over from laughter at hearing his words, and I feel to remind, "Jo, those girls are not so easy. And I don't think any of them would fuck you even if you paid them."

"Just for that, I am going to take your girl."

Then Dominic steps in, clearly looking frustrated, "Can we not talk about something else apart from sex."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, just get your minds out the gutter for just a minute."

I patiently wait and count one minute off.

"Minute is up."

...Ava POV...

She is going to drive me insane with these damn three male whores. I don't know why she is so set on fucking them. They are probably all worn out from the rate that they are going at. If she thinks that I am coming near one of them, then she is sadly mistaken. It is like she has lost all self-respect for herself, but this is Emma; once she has an idea in her head, then there is no stopping her.

"Emma, you know you look trashy in that dress?"

"How do you expect me to land Tray and his boys."

"Oh, are you on a nickname basis now? You have not even met the assholes yet."

"If I did not love you like a sister, then I would have bitch slapped you by now."

"Whatever, my dear. Now plumps your boobs. We are here."

And much to my disgust, we are not even properly through the door yet; then the very exact thing happens that I wish would not. After all, it is why we are here and why I am dressed like a tart.

"I think your boy toys have just noticed you. They are drooling like a pack of wolves. I bet you they are already deciding what they are going to do with us."

"Ava, just let your hair loose."

"I ain't letting anything with these boys. So tell me, which one are you taking?"

"Oh, honey, they decide that for you."

"God, that is sick."

...Trayton POV...

Just then, we see two hotties coming up the stairs. The one girl completely knocks my breath away, and believe me; I don't get knocked that easily. Her long locks of brown hair lay over her shoulders like a waterfall. The tightness of her dress folds perfectly around her curves. She has long, slender legs, but god, it is not the legs; it is the red stilettos that holds them up.

I must have this girl. She is not hot; she is exquisite. I am getting an uncomfortable bulge in my pants just looking at her. The things I would do to that sweet ass of hers. She is the type of girl you can get lost in. I need to be careful about how I approach her; something gives me the idea that she is not like these other girls.

So as she comes to stand in front of us, I lose all my ability to speak. I watch as Dominic and Joseph continue to flirt with them. But I cannot help to chuckle as she takes Dominic on.

"Tell me, Emma, is your friend always so rude?"

But she does not give this Emma time to answer, for she immediately jumps in, "Only when I am talking to an asshole like you."

"You are quite feisty; Tray likes that; he likes a challenge."

"I am not a fucking challenge."

This damn girl is driving me crazy just listening to her. But I want to speak to her. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I speak? Then finally, after a couple of stutters, I turn to her.

"Ava, he is just being as rude as always."

"Oh, look, you can speak. At least you have not called me a piece of meat yet."

"I would never call you a piece of meat."

"Bullshit!"

She is so damn sexy; I love how she does not take any shit. Yes, she is definitely going to be a challenge. I know that I will not have her tonight, and I would gladly settle for that. I want to get to know this girl.

But it still does not mean that I can not ask her over.

"So what do your girls say? Do you want to come over tonight?"

"I am not a girl, and there is no way I am leaving Emma alone with you three perverts."

And then something strange happens to me; I get all excited that she is coming home with me even though I know nothing shall happen tonight. I don't feel excitement; I feel lust and craving, but never excitement. I am treading on dangerous ground.

"So," she starts. "I did not take you for the quiet kind."

"Think it is just you that have that effect on me."

"Is that your idea of a pickup line?"

"No, but is it working?"

"Please don't waste your breath; I am immune to bullshit."

"I must warn you that I always get what I want."

"This time, you won't."

I pause for one brief moment, and as I move closer to her, I take her hand gently into mine.

"Tell me one thing, Ava. Do you believe in fate?"

"I believe people like you buy their happiness while people like me wait for fate to bring us happiness."

It was probably the most frustrating and longest night I have experienced in my life before. She was there, three doors down, and there was not a single thing I could do. I was so tempted to walk in there and rip that tight dress and her panties off, taking that perfect ass and melting hot body for mine. I had the most agonizing throbbing in my pants; if I believed in satisfying myself, I would have probably done it ten times over again.

I find her in the kitchen even more god damn beautiful than last night.

"For a woman, you look pretty good in the morning."

"For a man, you make really dumb ass statements so early in the morning."

"I will take that as a compliment. Did you sleep well?"

"If it was not for my stupid friend screaming, I might have."

"Next time, I will put you further down the hall."

"What makes you think there is going to be the next time?"

"Just being hopeful."

"You bunch do not look like seconds, kind of guys."

"We don't, but there is always a first."

"So there is a first for seconds?"

"Yes, something like that."

"Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?"

"Extremely."

"Do you guys really share your girls?"

"Sometimes."

"So, my friend had a good chance of being fucked by both your friends?"

"Almost definitely."

"That is fucking sick. What is wrong with you, guys?"

"I can see you considering it but it is not quite getting through."

"Unfortunately, Ava, that is just the way I am made up."

"Another dumb ass comment so early in the morning. Can you please go tear my friend away from whomever she is sucked to? I would like to go home."

I wish she did not have to; I wish she would stay. I know that once she walks out that door, I won't see her again.

After about five minutes, her friend Emma is in the kitchen ready to go; just before she leaves the door, she turns and looks at me.

"Will I see you again, Ava?"

"Don't count on it."

With that, she is out the door, and she is gone. She is not going to be mine, after all. I should have taken her while I had a chance, but she is not that kind of girl. All I have is her first name and a god damn rising erection and an aching in my balls.

"What the fuck is up with you?" Dominic asks as he enters the kitchen

"Nothing."

"You look pussy whipped."

"What the fuck is pussy whipped?"

"You want that pussy, and you want it bad."

"You are talking bullshit."

"That damn cock tenting your pants tells me otherwise."

"Why the fuck are you looking at my cock for?"

"It is hard to miss."

"What else that is not going to miss is my fist connecting with your fucking jaw."

Next, it is Joseph that enters the kitchen to give me shit.

"You are grumpy when you don't get laid. This is like the first time in ever you do not get laid."

"Just stop with the getting laid. It's not helping my situation."

"Go use your hand."

"Fuck you. I don't use my hand. I don't need to use my hand."

"From where I am standing, you are going to have to."

"Stop looking at my damn cock."

I am so close to bursting, whenever I think I am going down, I imagine those god damn legs around my neck, that tight lips around my cock, being lost in that wet pussy, consuming and devouring every bit of that perfect body.

"Tell me one of your assholes got Emma's number?"

"Not me," Joseph says.

"Not me either," Dominic adds.

"For fuck sakes. What is wrong with you two?

"Do we ever take numbers?" Dominic asks.

"No, we don't."

"Then, why should we now?"

"Because I did not get what I want. And I want her."

"Don't go soft on us. Well, at least your cock has gone softer."

"Stop looking at my damn cock."

After having a very much-needed cold shower, I make my way downstairs, where the two idiots are still in the kitchen doing absolutely nothing. As I walk in, Dominic greets me with a stupid ass grin on his face.

"You are in luck. Emma is coming to the club tonight."

I don't know which is worst, the excitement I feel or the way my cock reacts. Now I am a fucking excited dog ready to hump the first leg it finds.

"Is she coming with?"

"Definitely pussy whipped," Dominic says as he steps back in fear of me slapping him again.

"Shut up."

"Yes, she is," he finally admits.

There is something about this feeling that I find so thrilling; I am loving the chase; I am liking the challenge even more. I won't stop until I have had her until I claim my prize. She will be mine no matter how long it takes. My cock will ache for her until I satisfy this desire for her body. The things that I will do to her in so many ways over and over again.

Dammit, I am hard again!

I can't control myself today. When I think about her, I get a hard-on, a full-on damn hard on. I want this girl; I want her bad. Just one night that is all I am asking for, one night under my covers in my bed, fucking her hard, fucking her deep, over and over again

"Can you stop thinking about that sweet piece of ask for a second," Dominic laughs as he catches me off guard, thinking of her.

"It is fucking hard."

"Yes, we can see."

"Why are you assholes staring at me for?"

"You got it bad. You are breaking all our rules here."

"Says him that it is getting seconds tonight."

"Nah, I had her; it is Jo's turn tonight. I would much rather have that Ava instead

"If you value your balls, you would not even try. Let's fuck off."

We get to the club, and they are not here yet. As per usual, there is a string of women headed our way. This is the last thing I want her to see, these bunch of cheap whores throwing themselves at me.

"Go away. Not tonight."

As fast as they came, the faster they go.

"What the hell, Tray?" Joseph turns to me as I push every single that comes up to us away.

"I don't feel like one of them tonight."

"Well, I did."

"Then you go to them. I don't want them here when Ava comes."

"I am starting to worry about this thing with this girl."

"Shut up."

That is when I see her coming up the stairs. Holy mother, that dress, and I want to rip it off. She looks so damn good; how do I keep my hands off her and control this damn thing in pants.

"Ava, I knew I would see you again."

"Not by my own planning. My friend is insisting on being an slut. Who knows, tomorrow is your turn."

"That is not going to happen."

"That is a first. Probably already surrounding your next prey."

"Believe me; she is definitely being surrounded."

"Do you always get what you want?"

"Yes, always."

"Almost always."

"Why, almost always?"

"You are not getting me."

"Oh, I will."

"Don't be so sure of yourself. You are not my type."

"What is your type, then?"

"Definitely not you."

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

"I keep on telling myself that in the mirror every morning."

"Ava, are you being full of shit again?" Her friend Emma shouts from the side.

"Emma, go play with your boy toy and get it out of your system. I don't particularly want to stare at their faces tomorrow again."

She turns back to me and sees me smiling; oh, I am going to milk this for what it is worth.

"I am glad you at least staring at me."

"Who says I am staring at you?"

"You have been staring at my face, as you said."

"You are an asshole."

I need to make a move; I need to see what my chances are; even if she just touches me, I just want to feel her.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"That depends."

"Depends on what?"

"If going to try and make me drunk.

"Will it work?"

"Work for what?"

"You give me a taste of those sweet lips."

"I don't know where your mouth has been."

"If you know, will you kiss me then?"

"Nice try."

"Then I will just buy you a drink."

Here it goes, I am going to slip my arm around her waist.

Ever so smoothly, I wrap my arm around her waist to lead her to the bar. She allows me to let it linger for a minute or two before she pushes me away.

Forget the sex; I want her to be mine.

It is a real turning point in a man's life when he utters certain words, words that are still firmly stuck in my head. What makes me think that I do not want her for sex, of course, I want her for sex, but there is something more. It is a something more I want to explore, a something more I want to find out. Don't get me wrong; I am not looking for love, nor do I want to become a taken man. I want her; I just want her. Something tells me it is something that is not going to happen overnight.

It's time to break our rules; it is time for seconds.

So I look over at Jo and Dom, and they just know that they ain't going to like what I say, "Which one of you assholes is willing to have Emma for a second night?"

"Did I just hear you, right?" Dom is the first to jump in.

"You want us to do seconds?" Joseph asks.

I only but nod at them with a smile on my face, "Yes. She can't be that bad?"

"Well," Dom starts, "She is not my type for seconds."

"How do you know what your type is if you never had it before?"

"Why this crazy idea?" he only but frowns at me and Dom adds, "You still hung up on that pussy that got away?"

"She did not get away. She is just not so easy as these other whores we fuck."

Dom bursts out laughing at me, "Are you calling her friend a whore now."

"You know what I mean."

"So we must fuck Emma until you get Ava?"

I looked him firmly in the eye and once repeat myself again, "Yes."

Jo jumps in before Dom can speak and conveniently reminds me how crazy I am, "It's bad enough you chase them away. Now you want us to fuck the same one over and over again."

I burst out laughing at him as I am finding this rather funny, yet though it is annoying, "Fuck her in a different way every time. You won't get bored then."

"That is the most stupid comment I have ever heard."

I place my cup down on the counter and look at them both, "I don't give a fuck who does it, just do it."

"Well," Jo says. "Dom has her number; he can do it."

"I thought we do not do numbers," I ask.

"Yes," Dom says annoyed. "Just like we don't do seconds. You better get laid tonight. You are affecting business. Let's just get out of here so you can go playhouse."

He is right; I am neglecting the business. I am just so hung up on this girl; my cock is the only one doing the thinking around here. I am pretty useless at the moment. We have a few big jobs coming in the next couple of weeks; my head, my real head, the one attached to my shoulders, needs to be in the game.

As we finally find ourselves sitting upstairs waiting for the girls, Dom turns to me, "Tray, it looks like only Emma is walking in."

"Goddammit, really?"

"Yes, she just came through the door."

"What did you say when you phoned her?"

"Nothing, just to come to the club."

"For fuck sakes."

But then Joseph burst out and interrupts, "Damn, that is a fine ass."

"You better not be talking about Ava," I look at him just as I am about to smack him.

"No, the hot blonde with her."

"I would love to spank that," Dom says as he also looks at this girl now.

"She is mine," Jo argues.

And so they go back and forth about who is getting the girl tonight. I raise my voice but only a pitch, "You sound like a bunch of whores."

Then that is when I see her behind the blonde girl. She is a very clever girl, bringing the blonde as a distraction, little does she know that my preference is definitely not blonde, no disrespect, but I just prefer a brunette.

So as she walks up to me, I can barely contain the smile on my face, "This is becoming a habit now."

"More like a planned coincidence."

I move but an inch closer to smell the scent of her perfume, "That damn thing you call a dress is hot."

"Is that your best pick-up line you can do?"

"I like that dress, but I like it even better on the floor."

"I never heard that one before. Does it work for you?"

"Does it work for you?"

She smiles at me, and I swear that my knees nearly give in, yet, she still rejects me."Nothing of me is landing on any floor."

"On a bed?"

"Neither."

"A couch?"

"No."

"A table?"

"Not."

"Gawd, where do you have sex?"

She bursts out laughing, and it is, by all honesty, the best sound I have ever heard of before, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Then we get interrupted by Becce, "As soon as you two stop fucking each other with your mouths, can I please get a drink."

She looks at her friend with a pleading face, "Don't you feel like talking to Trayton?"

"I told you he is not my type."

"And she is not my type either."

She ignores her friend and turns back to me, "You actually have a type?"

"You will be surprised what you don't know about me."

I sparked her interest; she wants to know, she is curious. I don't think I will get laid tonight, but I sure as hell are tasting those lips tonight.

I would love to slide my hand underneath that dress up her thighs, just keeping it there begging to be touched. I want to hear her moan and her voice quiver when she says my name.

She grunts underneath her voice, "You know that is rude."

"What is rude?"

"Staring at me like you are going to eat me."

"But I want to eat you."

"God, you are terrible. Get me a drink and stop staring at me."

I bite into my bottom lip as I get a big smirk on my face. "I love that."

"Love what?"

"You are bossing me around."

"You are a sick fuck."

That a man has to work so hard just to get a woman, for someone that is used to getting everything he wants, this is torture. What else is torture is this gawd damn cock that has a mind of its own? I think it is time to sit down. "Do you want to sit down? We in for a long night judging the way Dom is sucking poor Emma dry."

"You guys are terrible. Where is your suck face?"

"She does not want to suck face. She thinks my mouth is dirty."

"I must say I agree with her."

"Maybe she is wrong."

"Wrong about what?" She asks underneath her fluttering eyelashes.

"My mouth being dirty."

"Well, maybe she should try it out sometime."

"What about now?"

"She needs to think about it."

"What can I do to encourage her."

"Get her another drink."

That went a full one-eighty; I hope she is not cock teasing me. I am hungry, and I will devour her lips. My cock has bigger plans, but that will just have to wait.

"So how do you propose encouraging that girl to kiss you."

"I'd say she should tell me what I am allowed to do to her so that I can kiss her."

I am going to fucking burst.

She takes my hand and slides it up her supple legs up to her thighs, leaving my fingers tangled in the seams of her dress.

"Kiss me."

At first, my lips are gentle, exquisitely careful, as if I fear that I would bruise her. The sweet taste of her lips melts onto mine as her mouth settles more firmly, insisting and begging for more. Unable to resist, her lips part to allow me passage, the tip of my tongue slides past her teeth in silken strokes of exploration.

I stroke the slick insides of her cheeks. I have never been kissed like this before; it is as if she was feeding on me, feeding on my rising passion and that hidden carnal desire. I clutch my arms around her neck and pull her even closer

Her hands flutter to the sides of my face, stroking the bristle of my cheeks and jaw. I quietly moan deep in my throat. Suddenly she takes hold of my shoulders and eases me away from her body. My gaze locks with hers in a moment of searing wonder. She looks at me as if she could eat me with her gaze as ifs he wanted to possess every inch of my body and every flicker of my soul. The stillness is broken only by our panting breaths as he pulls apart to walk away.

"I take it back," she smiles.

"What?"

"Your mouth is not filthy."

"Glad I did something right."

"I think I did more than just something right."

This fucking cock of mine has gone as hard as ever.

"So what do we do now?" I ask her, yet she has not realized that I am still scrunched in the seams of her dress.

"Go back to irritating each other"

"God, you will drive a man insane."

"That is the whole purpose I am here for."

"To give me a hard-on and drive me insane."

She bursts out laughing again, and it actually seems to be enjoying my company more than she will admit.

"So what is up with this seconds thing?" She asks.

"It might have been an excuse to see you. Did it work?"

"Only for half an hour."

I smile at her, and I can see her blush a little bit.

"Am I going to have to work for it to get another kiss from you?"

"You damn right you are."

Then I do something that I swear I have never done in my life before, "Can I see you again?"

"God, this must be a first for you?"

"It is a first of a first."

"You know that sounds totally fucked up."

"Are you going to make me beg?"

"It is a good starting point."

I lean in closer and softly whisper in her ear, "You know you want to say yes."

"What makes you think that?"

"That smile on your face."

Her smile only grows wider, and then she points to Jo and Becca. "If Jo does not fuck Becca in the bathroom, then you might just see me in your kitchen tomorrow morning."

"Give me a second; let me go speak to him."

"No," She shouts after me."That is cheating."

"What can I say? A man is desperate."

"Desperate does not suit you."

"You did not answer my question."

"What question?"

"Can I see you again?"

"I will think about it."

Can a woman like this turn me into an honest man? Maybe, she makes me want to change anything bad about me into good. She does not allow me just to take, she does not allow me to demand, she allows me to try, she allows me to earn it, she does not give herself like an offering but gives you parts of her bit by bit. A man that has everything thing only lacks one thing in his life, and it is a woman like this.

But a man like me has secrets that a woman like this won't be able to live with.