The Mafia's Ruthless Lover

In point of fact, Six Flags was a great deal of fun, but that drop ride stripped me down to only my underwear. I will not tell a fib; I have a fear of heights, yet it is not my fault that I have this fear. After discovering that I had a phobia of the dark, Damian and Zeke coerced me into jumping out of an airplane.

Since then, there has been roughly a week's worth of time, but even during that week, we have received threats from the Italians and lots of them. As soon as they saw the body of Jonathan, they became enraged and began to issue threats.

Since we already had the first two, we have already begun making preparations for the future, which is preferable for us. My dad jumped right in to see what we could do about it, and he's been a big help all along the way. It is simple, but only sometimes; yet, he makes it simpler to do the task in a short amount of time.

"What are you planning to do or have ideas for?" I inquired with my dad. "Well, for a fact, I know there'll be a war between us and the Italians, but only a certain amount is willing to fight us off, which, in all honesty, is weird, but the less, the better."

"When will we go, or when will they come?"

"I sent a message to go see when they'd come, and he would phone me or give me a text message to let me know when they arrived. However, there are still several days until the actual assault, and we are ready for it.

"Right, and Christiano?"

Your brother does not have any input into this matter. It is to continue in that manner." I give him a brief smile and nod before turning around to head out the door. Additionally, Franceska. She is completely unaware of what it is that we do, let alone the assault that is going to take place.

"Tell Bora that she wants him to spend around three days traveling with her somewhere. When she returns after the three days have passed, she will find that everything has returned to its usual state. Make sure that nobody tells her about it. Her father has been quite explicit that he will be the one to tell her what he does and who he is, but until that time comes, she remains in the dark about both of these things. I give a final nod and then leave.

As I make my way upstairs, the first door I knock on is the door to Bora's room. I have no choice but to let her know the plan since I am certain that she will want to come, and even if I tell her categorically not to go, she will be defiant enough to go anyhow.

"What?" She went ahead and opened the door. Her appearance was one of exhaustion and weariness. "Hello to you, too."

"Okay. What are you looking for?" I followed her into the building as she went inside. "You know how we have been getting threats?"

"Yes."

"We are all going to participate besides you."

"The fuck I am," you said. What gives you reason to believe that I won't go and kill them all? It's imperative that I show up, Connor.

"I know, but it's not my choice; it's my dad's."Since Franceska is in the dark about this, he has asked you to ensure that she remains in the dark until her father breaks the news to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Franceska's dad is the Don of the German Mafia, but Franceska doesn't know that, so my dad wants to make sure she doesn't know until her dad tells her."

"And this explains why she left for Germany at seven in the morning." It makes complete sense, but it's alright. I'll just stay away from her. Where are we, then?"

"Another one of our vacation houses is located on the outskirts of the city. You'll be there for three days, but in the meantime, tell her that I've given you both permission to hang around at home for the next three days and do whatever you choose.

"Okay, when are we leaving?"

"I'll let you know when we find out when they'll come and attack."

"Alright, do I go tell her right now or what?"

"If you want, just make sure not to make it suspicious." She gazed at her hands and began to pick at her fingernails as she regarded them.

"What's wrong?"

"Not even that. It's just that I don't want her to know about it. Even though I am aware that her father will inform her, she is still my closest friend.

"Pumpkin, I know, but it's for now until they tell her."

"Fine, I'm going to go tell her." I gave a small nod, and then we both exited the room.

If telling her a lie was the only way to ensure that she was safe from whatever it was, then I had no choice but to do so. Because she is my closest friend, I felt terrible when I had to lie to her.

However, I am obligated to tell her. I have also been making an effort, for the purpose of my own well-being, to avoid looking at Connor, and as a result, I have not been sleeping. I recently had a nightmare, and to tell you the truth, when I used to get them, they would wear me down to the point where I wouldn't eat, but I'm going to act like I'm perfectly well even if I'm not. I finally reached her room and rapped on the door before entering.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Nothing; I need to tell you something."

"Good or bad?"

"Good." She nods, then quickly pushes the door open completely. As soon as I get inside, I make my way to her bedroom. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Want to have a girls' day for like three days?"

"Yes! When and where will it be?"

"Well, I haven't figured out what day, but we'll have a sunny day, and Connor is letting me stay at one of these houses he has, and we can stay there and party just me and you."

"Just us?"

"Yes."

"What made you want to have that day?"

Oh, to hell with me. I prayed that she wouldn't ask me what had prompted the sudden desire to take that so-called girl's day off. So, I was prepared for her question. I'm sorry, but I can't offer an explanation for that particular aspect of the situation.

"There is no explanation; I suddenly had the thought right before the deadline. But hey, if Connor lets me use the house, I'll take that as an opportunity to party till the wee hours of the morning and drink all night."

"This is why I love you."

"Okay. I'll send you a text when I have some free time. I get from her bed and walk out the door once she gives me the okay. As I make my way downstairs, I make my way into the kitchen, where I find my brother.

"Hi."

"What's up?"

"I have a query. When is your mother going to get here?"

"In fourteen days with your father. You are aware that you are required to tell them. I let out a sigh as I made my way towards the chair.

What if I don't feel like doing it? Already, my mother is concerned about me. Now, just think what I'm going to say to her."

"I know, but would you rather live with the guilt of not telling them or tell them and have them support you?"

"Fine. I despise it when you prove to be correct. After he left, I looked up and saw Connor enter into the room. "I've been thinking, you know."

"Wow, you think?"

"Extremely amusing, but on a serious note, when exactly will you divulge everything that Jonathan said? From the guys of the Brazilian mafia."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Wait, before anything, you know I still don't forgive you for what you did."

"You're right. Believe me, I am aware that it takes some time to think of something but believe me when I say that the wait will be well worth it.

"So I-" "I still want to know."

"Are you sure?" He exhibited both a nod and a sigh. I reach out and take his hand as we go up the stairs together in the direction of my room since he is the first person I'm going to tell this to.

Because I can put my full faith in him, he is the very first person to whom I have felt no hesitation in disclosing this circumstance. We made it to my room, and once we were there, I opened the door and locked it behind us. I pulled him to my room and made him sit on my bed.

"Okay. Permit me to share the story behind it. Don't make any sounds or utter any words. It is shocking to see how different the two are, yet there is no mistaking who is who. This is one of the reasons why I despise my father, so I hope you enjoy it. I smiled in a mocking manner.

"When I was about 15 years old, my father expressed interest in forming alliances with Brazilians. But because my mother believed that coming to Brazil would be too much for them, they rented a home in Italy instead. Why? I don't know, so he forced me to talk to Francis Alviar, who is Donatello Alviar's son. Now, there's no denying that Francis had a charming appearance. You already know the deal: light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a squared-off jawline. We engaged in conversation and furthered our understanding of one another, which led to my developing feelings for him.

When I first got there, things were going well for the first couple of months, but then, one night, everything turned for the worse, and ever since then, it has been the exact same scenario happening over and over again. One day, Francis's house, which was actually his father's other home, was left entirely to me to fend for myself there. It was him when I answered the door after hearing a knock on the door. The individual entered, and I told him to go; after he did so, he explained what I had been referring to.

I recounted everything to him, and he claimed that he had done nothing wrong and that he was at his father's house at the time. Because I was perplexed, I inquired as to his name, and he responded with Francisco Alviar. After some mental calculations, I came to the conclusion that he and Francis were twins. I was sorry for him, so I invited him inside, where we had a conversation in which he inquired as to the meaning behind his actions, to which I responded that I was clueless.

After that, Francisco and I began to become closer to one another, and we both began to experience feelings, although my sentiments for Francisco were much more intense than those I had for Francis. I ditched Francis and went with Francisco; by this point, he had undergone a complete transformation. He showed concern for me, was there for me when I needed him, and went out of his way to fulfill whatever requests I made of him. He loved me just as much as I loved him, but with time, he began to pull away from us physically and emotionally. I was perplexed as to the reason why he would show up here and there because I had assumed that he would be just like his sibling.

I told my father that he should never send me anything such as that again, and we battled about it; however, given that he is my father, it is only natural that he did not agree with me. At that moment in time, the idea of loving somebody or even considering the possibility of loving someone never crossed my mind. I never had a father who loved me or showed me love; I assumed I'd do the same, but I never saw Francis and Francisco after that, and they never inquired where I was, which was wonderful for me. I never had a father who loved me or showed me love. But that's it; I have no idea why they want something from me or what they want to do with me.

"You basically loved two men at the same time?"

"It doesn't count if you stopped loving the first one, does it?" He made a sound like he was going to speak, but then he swallowed. "In what ways did you feel love for him? The name Francisco."

"A lot, but I felt like I needed to love him because if not, then he'll do what Francis did, but I don't think me or him ever got the chance to prove each other wrong."

"Do you miss him?"

"There are times when I reflect on what we had together or what may have been, but I don't miss him. He was an honest and kind individual, and the void that he left behind was difficult to fill.

"You, Francis. Do you have a hatred for him?

"Yes, significantly more than you could ever fathom. It's astonishing how different he is from his twin brother; even though they're diametrically opposed, Francis is in a league of his own. I had the impression that I would eventually love him, but I could never muster up the courage or the sentiment to admit that I did love him. Only after a few things have occurred. I can't say for sure what they both want from me, but I try not to worry about it because neither of them poses any threat to my safety (well, Francisco doesn't, but that's beside the point).

"Thank you for telling me."

"There is no difficulty. I hope that you don't use the fact that I trust you, Connor, to your advantage since I trust you more than I probably should. He gave a slight head shake while smiling gently.

"I would never." We shared a chuckle together up until the point where I heard his phone ring. After extracting it from his pocket, he then opened it.

"According to my father, they should arrive in two days. That means you'll be leaving tomorrow, right?

"Okay, keep me updated on the way things turn out."

"Don't worry, love; you know I will." After I rolled my eyes at him, he exited the room.

In the end, I prepared my belongings for the three days that Franceska and I would be away from home. I finally broke the news to her that we were leaving the next day, and she immediately began getting our belongings together.

I have a lot of concerns about what the aftermath of this assault will be like. Regardless of who is harmed or who passes away, I pray that everyone makes it back without any problems.

"You guys ready?" When Connor and I were downstairs with Francesca, he asked me the question. "Yeah."

"Okay, I'll take you." It was just ten in the morning, which was somewhat early, but to argue with him at this hour when I didn't have any coffee was not an option, so I let him have it.

"You're leaving already, Bora?" As Rosana comes into view, I see her wiping her hands on the apron that she is wearing.

"Yes, sorry, I didn't mention it, Bora."

"Oh no, don't worry about that, sweetheart. I hope you enjoy your time here. As she came in for the hug, I gave her a slight nod. "I'll be back soon." She gives a nod and a smile before walking away.

"Let's go." We got up and started walking; he assisted Franceska and me with our bags as we left the building. After he had completed what he was doing, he walked over to the door and opened it for us.

"You guys don't want to get anything to eat or something?"

"A coffee, asap."

"Sure." We leave when he gives us the nod. There was little conversation throughout the trip to the coffee shop. It worked out better that way because I was suffering from a severe headache and wanted my coffee. When I turned around, I noticed Franceska fast asleep behind me.

"So, have you planned what you guys will do for the past three days?"

"I suggested a day at the spa, but as for the other two, I'm not sure. It's between going to do some activities or joining a strip club.

"Don't even think about it."

"Oh, but I am, and the funny thing is you won't stop me because you'll be at least 2 hours away, which gives me time to act like nothing ever happened."

"You just like to make me mad, don't you?"

"Yes." I give him a smirk, and he gives me a gentle smile in return. After that, I observed him pull up to a drive-through window at a restaurant.

"Okay, order." When I glance at him, I twitch one of my eyebrows. "Hurry."

"Whatever," I mutter under my breath. I take off my seat belt and lean over the other person so that they can hear what I have to say.

"Hi, how can I help you?" She inquired, "Is it possible for me to get a breakfast sandwich and some coffee?" A cup of coffee and a donut, followed by another cup of coffee and a bagel

"Will that be it?" I nod. "25.87 will be your total; please pull up to the second window for the food and pay."

I acknowledge her with a nod and then return to my seat as the car begins to move forward. When I returned to my seat, I noticed Connor's eyes were fixed on me.

"What?"

"I think you're doing a good job in that role. Unobstructed views in every direction. When he grinned, I couldn't help but tap him on the shoulder.

"Perv. Is it ever the case that nothing you say provokes in me the urge to punch you in the balls? Because if there is, then I don't know what day it is.

"You can shoot me in the stomach, and I'd thank you."

"Taken note. It is not my responsibility if you wake up bleeding and pass away shortly after; that is your own fault. When I heard the window open, I hushed myself, and the woman who was serving us handed us our dinner.

"Franceska, wake up; we have the food." She opened her eyes after I shook her awake from her sleep. "Thanks." After grabbing her food, she immediately began to consume it.

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After being on the road for two hours, listening to a song for half an hour, and then having a smoke break with Connor, we finally arrived at the house, and the rest of the time was spent sleeping.

The house was a fuckton of square feet. However, the main home is much larger than this one; the size of the main house was once double that of this house. Together with Connor's assistance, we hauled everything inside.

"Alright, that wraps it up. If you require anything, please get in touch with either me or Damian. Please don't make a mess of things here."

I'll give you a call; he really gets on my nerves. Whatever it is that I'm going to do in order to get some rest, good night." Franceska leaves and goes to the next floor, leaving Connor and I to fend for ourselves.

"Alright, well, when you get home, either send me a text message or give me a call, and fill me in on how the last three days turned out." I don't want to have to face some disheartening news when I get home."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Pumpkin, you have nothing to worry about; I'm just a phone call away.

"Yeah, stay safe." There was complete silence in the room, and we chose not to break it. We did nothing except simply look at each other. His emerald-green eyes were so penetrating that they made me weak.

He stepped in closer as his hands came into contact with my face, and he began to gently stroke my cheek. His hands were rough yet smooth, and even though they were chilly, they were warm. We continued to stand there like that until he moved in closer and kissed me.

I was frightened, but of what? Sincerity compels me to admit that I do not know, but the fact that I cannot be present when he is experiencing pain as a result of something that occurred to me causes me concern. The Italians have shown themselves to be heartless jerks, and it breaks my heart to see Connor in pain because of their actions.

"I'm sorry, Amor, but I have to get going. Please keep in mind to get in touch with me if you have any questions. As he did so, he pulled away from the kiss and murmured this.

"Say it once more. "Call me love once more."

"Amor."

"Again."

"Amor. I have to leave right away. Is that okay?" As he was leaving, he came up behind me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I greeted him with a "bye" as he waved and walked away.

"Franceska!" I was yelling. "Yeah!"

"Come!" I shouted back at him. It occurred to me that we could hang out together. The spa is no longer something that interests me in any way. When I look around, I see that she is descending the steps.

"What?"

"Let's go to a strip club."

"You serious?"

"Yes. It's only going to happen once, so don't be scared-just do it! She looked at me to see if I was joking, but I could tell by the look on her face that I was being entirely serious.

"I don't know."

It's about time, Franceska. It will be enjoyable, and we will have the opportunity to experience it; nevertheless, as I've mentioned before, this will only happen once.

"Fine. However, we are in desperate need of shoes and clothing, so let's get moving. I give a small nod, and then we walk over to the garage to get the car. We chose a vehicle at random, and then we drove off.

"The color is red. "You can't go wrong with the red," she remarked as we made our way through the store. We had been searching for a lingerie set for the past fifty minutes or so here at this store.

"I'll take the color red, and you can have the black. You do have the shoes, don't you?" A nod is given by her. "I'm going to take the skirt." I noticed a very short skirt that was similar in length to a schoolgirl's skirt, and it drew my attention. "I'm going to take the skirt."

After that, we settled our bill at the cash register. We walk to the car and then drive away from the parking lot.

"I wonder if Connor will be mad at you for it." I gave a shrug. "I don't know, and I don't care." It made her giggle.

"I'm craving cupcakes or bagels."

"When don't you ever crave cupcakes or bagels?" I joined her in her laughter, and we both had a good time.

After a quarter of an hour, we arrived at our house. We stuffed our regular clothing into a bag and changed into sweatpants and T-shirts before getting ready. Before we left, we did our hair and put on our cosmetics.

"Ready?" She inquired, and my response was a nod. We exit the building and walk to the automobile, where we then enter it. After that, she gets back in her car and drives away as we approach a strip club.

We located one approximately fifteen minutes away, so it was not too far. Because we didn't have anything to say to one another, the ride was rather quiet. The fact that an old acquaintance of mine still works there was a major factor in my decision to go with the option that was located approximately 15 minutes away.

As soon as I see that we have arrived, I look up from my phone.

"How are we going to ever get inside?" She inquired. Because I had a buddy who worked here, she may be of assistance to us in gaining entry.

"One of my close friends is employed here. I just sent her a text asking her to meet me in the lobby. As we exit the car and begin to make our way to the club, she gives us a nod.

"What are you here for?" The doorman remarked to the bouncer, "We want to talk to the manager." I have lied.

"Dantes, you need to give them some space over there with me. Please, for the next few minutes, refrain from being such a jerk. I look over and see Rosa approaching him.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes before unclipping the rope from its shackle.

I gave Chloe a hug and thanked her, saying, "Thank you." I've known her ever since the entire ordeal I went through with Francis. Before I went back to my own house, she offered me a place to stay for a couple of days at her house. Additionally, Francis had dated her at one point in the past.

"There is no difficulty. Be thankful that Randy isn't there today, because he would have kicked my ass if he were here. However, you must come this way in order to effect a change. I gave her the signal to go, and we did so. She was a kind lady who also possessed a stunning appearance.

Her contours gave her underwear a beautiful, snug fit, and the white color looked lovely against her dark skin.

"This is the point at which we transform. You, Franceska, will perform on stage 3, while Bora will perform on stage 4. You'll be up in ten minutes, given that the other two girls are so close to finishing."

"Okay, and once we get a record, we want to have some memories." We expressed our gratitude to her, and she responded by smiling and nodding as she went away.

We save time by getting dressed and getting started right away. After I had finished, it didn't take me long to put on my skirt. In the end, I decided to check myself out in the mirror when I noticed that the skirt was, in fact, quite short and exposed a good portion of my derriere. The heels were very lofty and robust in appearance.

"Franceska, Bora, you're up." Someone else said: We give him a glance as he enters, and then we nod to indicate that he should go.

"Ready?"

"Ready." We exited the entrance and started heading in the direction of the two doors marked with numbers. There are a "3" and a "4" on it. After casting a quick peek in the other direction, we opened the door and proceeded inside.

I walked in front of the curtain, and when I did, I saw people talking and clapping. There were also flashing lights. After only a few seconds, I can hear music. I inhale deeply and then head out the door.

When I turn my head to the right, I notice Franceska leaving the building. Once we have reached the pole, she gives me a friendly smile before we lose eye contact.

I grabbed hold of the pole and then seductively walked around it a few times until I was able to use the strength in my upper body to push myself up, and then I wrapped my legs around the pole. I observed people throwing money while I was hearing cries and whistles.

As I turn around, I find Franceska performing a split, which makes me grin because everyone is throwing money at her.

After completing one spin, I turned upside down, continued spinning, and then twirled quickly. After that, I heard the music abruptly cease, and then I heard people making money, clapping, and blowing whistles.

I flashed a grin and turned around. When I opened the door, Franceska and Rosa were standing there to greet me.

"I can't believe how well you all did. From now on, you guys will have to work at this location.

"I might give it some thought. However, do you have the video?

"Yes, I just sent it to you," she responded. The dressing rooms are located on the same floor as the entrance. I'll be over by the bar if there's anything you need. I gave him a nod, and we started walking in the direction of the changing rooms.

"That was the most incredible experience of my life. I have no idea; perhaps we should just say screw it and get involved."

"Don't put it in my head. All right, let's get dressed and get going. We alter our attire and place it in the bag we packed when she gives us the go-ahead.

We make our way towards the bar area when we run across Rosa.

"Hey, thanks again for letting us do this."

"There is no difficulty. Please let me know if you are thinking about becoming a member. You can reach me by calling or texting me. When she started laughing, I went over to her and gave her a hug.

Following our final farewells, we got up and left the building.

After a drive of two hours, I finally made it back to my house. Even though she was still with Franceska, the fact that she did things that were inconceivable when she was by herself made me afraid to leave her alone.

It wouldn't surprise me in the least if she did end up joining a strip club.

At this very moment, everyone is going over the plan. Because we don't want to make things more complicated than they need to be, we need to review everything one more time to ensure that nobody makes any mistakes.

They have informed us that they will come here, so at this point, all we can do is get ready for their arrival. We have all of the guys ready, and all of the firearms have full magazines.

We have devised a scheme. We all exit the house through specific areas, and if they go first, the rest of us follow them in; however, this only sometimes happens, and it also depends on how many people they bring with them.

But until then, all we can do is wait and see. That sums it up nicely. They were given instructions on what to do and how to accomplish it, and my hope is that they will be able to handle everything. You are aware of how challenging it is to instruct older men to love God and Christ. As Zeke made his way to the refrigerator to get some water, he couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Isn't it supposed to be easy?"

"Easy! That is not the case. I had to instruct the same individual three times in the most basic manner that was available to me. I have a strong suspicion that he may have accidentally shot himself in the leg."

Even though he is a bodyguard, I force him to perform mafia-related tasks like training the other men. He has the potential to be in the mafia, yet he acts like a child, and as a result, I have conflicting feelings about him. "You ass. You're not even paying attention; what do you want to know? It's time for me to get some rest. I've had it up to here with all of you. His voice seemed further and further away.