The Mafia's one night stand wife

ANDREY.

Omaha, Nebraska.

I stare at the cigarette that was between my fingers for couple of seconds as the ashes fall off it. Maybe if I shove it into his mouth, he'd tell me the truth. He would tell me who he's working for and who sent him to spy on me when I'm on my five days vacation. I can't believe I have to deal with work while I'm not even in my office.

I kick his chest with my foot and watch him fall and wince in pain. It doesn't do much to the anger I feel because of him. "You're going to fucking speak up and tell me who sent you," I snarled, grabbing his collar to raise him up. His face was swollen and sweaty with a mix of blood.

I don't care about that-I gave him a sharp round punch to the chin. He stared at the river of blood that appeared and flowed down his torso.

He's crying riotously but I don't feel even the slightest sympathy toward him. He falls on his back and closed his eyes. The tears were gushing out the sides of his face and it makes me more aggravated.

"I don't think this guy's working for anyone," Jayden said, standing beside me. I sigh out of irritation and shove my hands in my suit pocket. "It's either he speaks or I kill him," I affirmed moving to the basin to wash off this dirty guy's blood off my knuckles. He's got it all over my white shirt. I groan softly and take off my blazer and my white shirt and toss it on the ground.

"Clean up the mess," I say and head out. I could hear him pleading but it was too late. My guys already know what I mean. And before I could even reach to my room, I hear the gun shot. I head into my room and went straight to the bathroom to wash off the misery that guy rubbed all over me.

Turning on the nozzle, the first drop hit my skin and I always already feeling relaxed. I sigh, leaning my right hand on the bathroom wall. This was the first time this has ever happened to me. I always traveled without anyone knowing my movements-not even my mother that I tell everything.

This is the first time my opponents found out about my whereabouts and I haven't even spent a day here in Nebraska. I feel like Aldo has to do with this. He wants me dead after all. Bringing my father and Jayden's parents down wasn't enough for him.

He still wants to end me just to inherit everything my father and I fucking worked for. He thinks I'm that offhand and imprudent to let him have what belongs to me? If I find out he's behind this, I will make sure he gets what he deserves. I don't care how powerful he is. All I know is he'll never beat the Leonardo family. We are strong and unbeatable.

I step out of the shower, leaving those thoughts behind and wrap a towel around my waist. I step out and encountered with Jayden in my room. I shrug the look he's giving me off and head to my closet. He's about to tell me that what I just did was too brutal because Jayden is the soft and kind type.

He has been with me since I was ten and we are thirty-three now. He's basically one of the few people I trust. He's like the brother I never had. We're always together and inseparable.

"That was a bit too harsh back there," he says, pointing at the door. I chuckle softly, wiping my body with a small towel. I toss it in the laundry basket and opened my closet.

I planned to go to the beach today and there's nothing stopping me from doing that even after I know that I'm being watched.

"You should be used to this by now," I tell him, wearing a black short sleeve shirt. I wear my boxer short and a knee length shorts. He's now pacing back and forth in my room which I don't know why. He halts and look at me.

"How the fuck do you expect me to get used to seeing people get brutally killed?" He spoke, clearly frustrated. I take everything I need and head for the door.

"You're the son of a Mafia boss, get it over with."

**

Half an hour, I was at the beach after the chaos that happened in the morning. Jayden had warned me to stay lowkey but I wasn't ready to do that. I am here because I need to rest, not hide from some prick that isn't even half powerful and rich as I was.

It'd literally take me minutes to track down my enemy and put him in his place. Even if it meant ending his life. I sat on the beach hammock, my gaze shifting from the hot ladies waving at me to the crashing waves of the ocean.

I feel as if I were swimming in the salty scent of the lovely spring sunlight as if the first rays of the day gave a frisson of vitality to my fingers. It was a day for me to keep me eyes wide, as if I was an old-fashioned camera, waiting for the picture to develop.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I relaxed back and place both hands under the back of his head to repose. I love the seashore, but I seldom had the opportunity to do that back in Italy. It's hard to do anything when you're always in danger and being spied on.

"Hey, handsome."

When I heard the unusual voice, I knew it was one of those low-cost ladies looking for the slightest attention they can get. I groan softly and opened his eyes, centering them on the woman obstructing my sun path.

I had my sunglasses on so, I examin her from head to toe. She had the type of physique you'd see on the front cover of a bikini store magazines. She was stunning, so stunning that you wouldn't help but look twice.

When she noticed I was staring at her, she bit her lower lip and flipped her blonde hair back so I'd get a better look of her full chest. I smack my lips together and leaned back, closing my eyes.

"I don't have anything fascinating to say, but I just wanted to talk to you." She spoke in a tempting way, but I don't even shunt. I just needed some alone time, but that was plainly impossible. If only she knew who I was and how much of I threat I am to her life, she would've run for safety.

Whoever decides to fall in love with me should know that they're putting their lives on the line and they are ready to risk it. They are ready to have the most reticent life after we get together and the public finds out. She tried to join me on the hammock next to mine, but I stop her right away.

"You're so cheap and tedious that you don't seem to realize that I'm not interested in you and you're not my type. Get up and leave before I summon my men to accompany you... and they're not nice." She jerks back her head a furrowed her brows. I could clearly see the exasperation and irascibility on her face. My remarks were venomous. And I bet she had never met a guy who was as vicious and egoistic as me.

"Jerk!" She spat and walked away.

I heave a sigh of relieve when she left and leaned back. I strained and relaxed, stroking my temple. I could feel the headache and annoyance settling in because more women came flirting with me as if they were waiting for an opening, which irked me-it reminded me of why I don't go out in public.

That is why I make sure I lack nothing in my house back in Italy to avoiding craps like this. My eyes were drawn to the most sexiest body I have ever seen while looking about in utter animosity. I tensely stare as she leaped and her boobs hurdled, making me feel tensed.

She had a shapely, twine-thin physique. Her waist was slim, and she had a gleaming fair complexion. Sweeping eyelashes were framed by arching brows. As she returned the volleyball, her sparkling, angel-white teeth shone. Her flowing, moon shadow-black hair was a sight to see. Her alluring, constellation-blue eyes were framed by heart-shaped lips. I didn't have to think twice on this.

That's it, I've met my wife on Alaska beach and I am not letting her slip away from me. She's perfect for me and she looks like she doesn't care much about social. She's just perfect for me and I couldn't as more in a woman's body.

Two obnoxious ladies stood in my way of meeting my ideal girl. Irritation surge inside me as I groan, "Oh, for fucks sakes, leave me alone, you low-cost, gold diggers." I pushed them out of my way but before I could reach the volleyball court, where I had seen my girl-she was gone. She has already departed the shore.

I glance about excitedly, but she was nowhere to be seen. How could I fucking lose my future in just a split of second?

"How long did you say you were going to remain in Omaha?" Tammy inquired, slurry. She scratched her temples, attempting to concentrate but found it difficult after so many beers she had taken

"I just have a week until I return home. This is the fourth time you've asked me this question, Tammy. You're inebriated and need to go home..."

"No... no, you're inebriated." Her eyes closed as she dropped her head over the bar table. I sigh as I stare at her for a minute. Tammy is my only female friend, whom i have grown with together with Jayden.

She is beautiful and has a seductive body, but one or two things I dislike about her was how vicious and rude she could be at times. To others, not to me. She would never breach my boundary. She knows how good I am with punishment to people who cross my line. I sip my drink in one go and set the glass cup down, ready to call it a night.

I get on my feet after paying the bill. I was sober but exhausted. Every inch of my body ached because after the beach, I had to deal with another shit again. I'm not about to go back to my guest house so I head to a hotel and book a room.

I finally made it my suite and slumped on the king-sized bed the instant I walked in, as all my energy appeared to have gone. When I closed his eyes, the first thing that sprang to my mind was the girl I had seen earlier at the beach.

"F*ck," I curse lowly as I got off the bed and head to the bathroom to refreshen up before going to bed. I could feel the arousal between my legs whenever she crosses my mind and what I would do to her if I was to have her for the night.

I can't agree more that she is so hot and attractive. I have never desired to be with a girl like I wanted to be with her. Her thoughts excites me and I don't even know why. This is not like me to be head over heels about I girl I merely met but she was different.

She looks different. She even feels different from the other ladies I've had in my life. I slid into my bed and shut out the lights. After a few minutes, I rummaged around his bed for my phone and called a number as soon as I located it. I speak into it.

"Don't f*cking waste my time, or I'll change my mind and call someone else." I abruptly terminated the call. I may as well f*ck the one who is accessible if I can't obtain the girl I want. The door to my room swings open in less than five minutes, and a lady of ordinary height storms in tipsily.

I could hear her humming and muttering a song I don't recognize. She couldn't see what was in the room as it was so dark. She leaped on the bed, dropping her purse and shoes on the floor and whining herself to sleep.

"You've already arrived..." I don't waste time and jumped on top of her. I crush our lips together, making her to moan and run her delicate fingers in my wavy black hair. As I prolong the kiss, I grab her left boob and pinched her nipple. She moaned into my mouth and I loved that she just did that. It's obvious that she loved what I just did.

"Just touch me already," she moaned crossly, arching her back against my hand. I couldn't keep us waiting much longer. Her eyes rolled back into her head as two of my fingers pushed into her folds. As my tongue flashed over her, I started a steady beat, and she couldn't stop her hips from rising to meet my thrusts.

Oh God, she was riding my hand and drowning my face with everything she had. That had to be bad. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't. She got her hands tangled in my hair. Her body curled tighter, gripping at my fingers, which had become so wet that she could hear the slick noises every time I thrust back into her.

"F*ck me, very hard!" She screams. She was wet and open, beckoning me as she opened her legs and reached down to grab my manhood.

"Hard, please," she moaned against my ear and it made my erection even harder. I lose the shorts and thrusts into her, causing her head to bounce back against the pillow as I thrusts in and out swiftly.

**

As the pounding head poured in, I gently opened my eyes in the gentle white-gold light of the new day. I sighed gently and sat up, caressing my temple. I've never felt this tired in my life before.

Probably because yesterday was full of events. I turn to face the petite body in my bed and my heart instantly drop when I saw her face. I could swear my jaw plummeted to the floor as my lips opened.

My breath stuck in my throat as I gaze at her, shaken. My body was at a loss of words and just shut down. I froze to the point of hardly breathing. It's her... the girl from the beach. The girl who made my day tough when she vanished yesterday. I slept with her last night?

It's no surprise that it felt so unique and exceptional. It didn't feel like the low-cost gold diggers I always contact whenever I'm aroused. I reached out to touch her, but my phone chimed, breaking the moment.

"F*ck," I cursed under my breath as I sprang out of the bed and made my way into the bathroom to answer the phone.

"I apologize for being late; I will be there in thirty minutes," I said into the phone before ending call. I didn't even give them a chance to say anything. I jump in the shower and had a brief shower before returning to his room. She was still sleeping when I came out. I smile as my heart filled up with her. I am finally going to obtain my wish.

I put on the clothes I wore yesterday because I didn't think of bringing anything with me. I'd just ask Jayden to get me something and meet me at the company where I'm about to sign a billion-dollar deal.

Before I leave, I scrawl a letter on a piece of paper together with my card and placed it in on the bedside drawer beside her. I stare at her for a couple of seconds and pressed my lips on hers for few seconds before leaving.

Hazel.

The sunlight peeping from the curtains, gradually brought me awake. I slowly scanned the room, trying to process everything that had happened and why I was in an unacquainted room. This is definitely not my room because I don't remember booking a suite. Am I even in the right hotel?

I don't usually drink heavy but I was so wasted last night that I can't even recall what happened after Ann dragged me to the club.

I could remember that I left Ann at the club and hailed a cab. I could remember walking into the lobby and maybe I pressed on the wrong floor...

I sat upright briskly as everything came crashing back into my throbbing head all at once. I pressed the wrong floor on the elevator and I ended up here in the suite floor. I must've tried all the doors on the floor and this was the only room unlocked and I entered.

"What the fuck have I done?" I say lowly to myself. This is the reason why I stay away from drinking too much. I always end up doing the most insane things. Mystomach churned when I peeped under the quilt and realized I was entirely naked.

I had sex with a man I know nothing about. Heck, Idon't even know how he looks like. The room was so dark and I couldn't make out his figure.

The only thing I could remember about him was he was good in bed and his deep, husky voice made me felt more arouse. He's such a damn great kisser. If I wasn't panicking right now, I would've wished to kiss him again. His lips are so soft and he had a minty breath. I love mint.

I embrac the quilt to my chest as I bit her lip, reminiscing how he played with me and made me beg him to f*ck me-hard. I honestly can't blame myself for wanting more. He's good at it and I can see myself doing it again. I bet he's handsome. His abs and muscles saysit all.

I look around the enormous room, wondering who he could be and why on earth did he left the door to his room open at the first place!

Few moments later, I realize that I was was alone and it exasperated me that he just left me in the room. He practically used me for a one-night stand. Ann is so going to pay for this damage.

"Asshole!" I mouthed as I got off the bed and picked up my dress. I put on my dress as spot a piece of paper and a card on the side drawer. I furrow my brows as I read it.

'I had to leave early to take care of a business. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Order whatever you want and please wait until I return.'

I flung the paper and card as I groaned irritably without even checking his name or anything off the card. Who does he think he is to tell me to wait for him until he returns like I was some kind of his mistress?

Who told him I don't have things to do? I have better things than to wait for some random guy that used me, knowing I was wasted and wasn't in my right senses. He's such a jerk. Even his letter says that he is a jerk.

"Jerk," I mumbled, packing my stuff off the floor. I was angrier at myself-livid that I slept with a man that wittingly deserted me after a one-night stand. I couldn't even wear my heels back due to how sore my feet were. I packed them to my chest and stormed out of the room.

I was back in my room and met Ann on the couch together with a guy. They were cuddled up together and I'm pretty sure Ann doesn't know what she had done last night. I was wasted but she was more drunk than I was. I can't tell if they did anything but I'm so sure she wasn't going to be happy when she wakes up.

I laughed it off as I made way to our room because we're somewhat even. I enter our room and it was scattered with my clothes and hers. We always make a mess whenever we're going to have a lady's night.

I hate packing and I also hate messy rooms. I sat on the edge of the bed and unlock my phone. There were missed calls from my mother but I ignore it. There's only one reason she's calling and I'm not about to hear it. My morning was already ruined by that jerk and I don't need to be upset anymore.

This was supposed to be a girl's trip-just escape few days from college and enjoy but my mother makes sure she ruins it for me every day. Now it escalated with that guy. "Jerk..." I need to stop calling him that because I don't even know exactly what may have happened. Maybe he was drunk too. But I know that we did have sex. If not that, I would not be completely naked.

I try to disregard the thoughts away as I check for the next flight to Italy. I can't stay another day here in Omaha. I feel like that guy is going to come for me. And I also have to go back because of my mother's threatening messages. I don't even know why I still love her despite treating me like one of her gambling partners. I bet she cares about them more than she cares about me.

I book a flight which one is two hours, thirty minutes. I pack my clothes in my suitcase and hop into shower, hoping I'd be out of here before Ann wakes up. I know she's going to be pissed if she finds out I left her behind.

I was done getting ready an hour later and left with only Ann on the couch and the guy on the floor. There were still sleeping. I know it's going to hurt when they wake up. I kiss her on the forehead and close the door behind me.

Two hours later, I boarded on a plane and ready to head back home, Italy. I look out the window as the plane began to move.

This has to be the last time I'm ever setting foot here. I honestly regret coming to Omaha. I wanted to visit Hawaii or Maldives instead but Ann talked me into coming here and I hate that I did.

I don't even want to think of it too much because I just feel guilty for absolutely no reason. Possibly because that was literally my first time. Yes, I just lost my virginity to a stranger.

I'm twenty years old and I still haven't lost it yet because it's something that I valued. But a complete stranger took it from him. Why wouldn't I call him a jerk? Why wouldn't I hate him even though I have no clue of who he is. I know he has to be rich to book a room like that and even give me his card because he has some meeting or whatever it was his reason for leaving me here alone.

I sigh and relax back in my chair. I shouldn't let these thoughts eat me up. I shouldn't let a strangers thoughts make me go lose myself. And I shouldn't let my mother's threats get to me. She's who she is and I have to deal with that.

I close my eyes to sleep and hours later, I woke up to the pilot announcing that we would be arriving in Roma Fiumicino in a couple of minutes. I exhaled as I buckled up my seatbelt. I've slept mostly throughout the almost eleven-hour flight. It was exhausting and boring. If Ann was here, I wouldn't be as bored and tired as I felt the whole time.

After what seemed like forever, we finally landed and cleared out.

On my way out of the Airport, I receive yet another preposterous text from my mother-it was my mother. "Damnit," I grunts under her breath, knowing it was going to be something that'll upset me.

'Transfer 500usd to me right now, and don't waste my time. It's Urgent!'

I read the text and locked her phone, and shoved it back into her jeans pocket.

I don't know what this woman takes me as. Her bank account? Charity?

As a mother, she doesn't even know how I cope to pay my tuition. I had to work two jobs to do that. And before I started college, I used to save up money even though she steals from me because she blew up my college fund to gambling. She's such a horrible mother.

I am so sure she is going to waste the money on gambling just like she did with all our savings. The part that exasperated me more is how she never seems to win. She was no good at gambling but she refuses to let go and do something more prolific.

Before I could head out and get a cab, my phone rang and I knew it was my mother. I fetch for my phone and check. I sigh, mumbling under my breath. I'm not even ready to hear what she has to say but I'd be damn to not answer her calls. I answer it and place the phone on my ear as I made my way out of the airport.

"I am not sending you five hundred dollars just so you could go gamble the money away like you always do," Iaffirmed. I need to start stepping up for myself honestly. She has taken me for granted way too much.

"I am your mother and you're going to do exactly as I say! Our lives is on the line if you don't fucking send me that money." Amy, my mother thundered through the phone.

"Only if you promise not to gamble with it, mom..."

"You can't tell me what to do..."

"Then I'm not sending you the money," I avowed, myhand in the air as though she was standing before me.

"Hazel Emilio Scott! If don't send me that money, you die! You will lose your worthless life. You're at the airport, right? They're watching you, Hazel. They know your every movement." Amy cuts the call before I could get a chance to respond.

I look around me because what she had just say is true. They're always watching because the woman I call my mother has put both our lives in danger with her debts. Iheave a desolate sigh as I log into my mobile bank account. I know what my mother is capable of doing if I don't send her that money.

I've encountered with so many huge scary menthreatening my life because of her debts that I havenothing to do with. It's unfair to have to go to sleep, fearing you won't wake up the next day because some treacherous men are always watching you and they can decide to end you without any hitches. I thank her for putting me in that kind of danger because she the best mom ever.

I send her the money together with a text saying she should leave me alone and never ask me for money again. I think it won't scare her because she doesn't even read my texts after she gets what she wants. She doesn't look for me unless she needs help. So, my threats don't scare her.

I check my account balance, knowing that was the last money I had with me. But I'd rather give out my last penny than lose my life to my mother's pointless gambling debts.

I have a bright forthcoming ahead. And the last thing Iwant ruining my future is my mother's redundant burdens. I'm graduating in a year and half. I plan to work at a fashion company, save up to open my own fashion store. I was thinking of living Italy for good but I can't leave my mother alone to this cruel world. Maybe when she finally gets me killed that's when I'd give up on her.