Chapter 7

I had tossed and turned all night, unable to get what I’d done with Viviana out of my head. I’d allowed her to bait me into giving her exactly what she wanted, and now I would be the one to pay the price for it. I’d like to say that she wasn’t worth it, but I’d be lying. I was truly and impossibly obsessed with this woman, and one I knew would take me out if ever given the chance. Her warning about me and my father rang in my head, but I was not worried about her. I’d let her win last night not because I was afraid, but because I needed to truly fuck her out of my system so I could focus on family business. Once I assassinated Stefano, I would have to act swiftly to claim control of the organization. I needed to make sure every soldier underneath me would understand that I was the one in charge now.

She was like a fucking drug in my bloodstream, and one I couldn’t easily work out with time. Back when I could’ve had her in any way that I now wanted her, I would’ve broken her. Now, she was trying her damnedest to break me. Back then, she was meek and quiet, but not in the cunning sort of way. She was a bookworm and introverted. Now, she was a voyeur and vixen, a siren whose call I couldn’t even lie and say that I was completely immune to. Viviana still possessed a sense of quiet about her, but it was because she was plotting, and I knew on who and why. She was also so fucking beautiful and seductive that my dick stayed hard just thinking about her. In fact, I had stroked myself to a few more orgasms throughout the night as I thought about her.

“We can’t do this,” I’d told her moments before succumbing to her verbal jabs. Psychological fucking warfare was what it was. “Cazzo,” I cursed as I sat upright in bed.

I ran my hands through my curly hair, and scowled. I kept saying that I was the one in control, but I had done little to back those assertions up. I would need to leave to clear my head, and once I returned, I would need to play the role of the dutiful son as my father planned his wedding to the woman I nearly fucked unconscious the night before right under his nose.

I got up and after a quick shower, I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, before grabbing my motorcycle helmet and keys. I had a sleet of vehicles at my disposal, but when I wanted to be alone with nothing more than my thoughts to haunt me, I would choose one of my bikes. I walked over to my Ninja H2R from Kawasaki, and saw my reflection as I looked down onto the silver paint. My expression was equal parts annoyance and frustration, and I knew both would be expelled, courtesy of a ride down the Italian countryside.

I got onto the bike and put the keys into the ignition. I had been riding for many years, especially once I found out what kind of man my father truly was. At first, I’d been appalled, but over the years, I had learned to live with it while knowing it wouldn’t be permanent. One day, he’d get his comeuppance and he’d burn in Hell for eternity which was exactly where he belonged. Until that day arrived though, he’d be buried balls deep inside a woman that hated him almost as much as I did. Stefano would have her hot, tight sheath wrapped around his cock as he thrust into her. If he wasn’t fucking one of her delectable holes, he’d get to feel those lush lips instead.

“Cazzo!” I growled aloud.

She’d been a fucking water nymph the night before. Since I saw her that night at the club on my father’s arm, I had thought of little else besides fucking her in every way possible. Amongst all those twisted fantasies, I had nearly driven myself mad picturing that sassy mouth of hers on me. It’d felt so fucking good once I did. In fact, as my father talked about marrying her soon, she was choking on my dick and loving every second of it. Maybe, I’d even have her once she was officially a Vaccaro.

I chuckled at that notion, not because it was far-fetched, but rather because she would rather die than carry our name. It held weight and importance to me, but to Viviana, it’d be a noose around her dainty fucking neck. Of course, I knew what kind of depraved things my father was into and I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that she was into those same things. I knew he’d taken her to his chambers and she often bore the temporary welts from his rough play, and that only made me want her more. Stefano might have her body, but it was hollow at best. I controlled her orgasms, holding her pain and pleasure in the palm of my hands. She could submit to my father, but he’d never make her come for him like she had for me.

“But I want you... I would lay with your father, but it was your touch that I ached for...”

Her words had me shifting into highest gear as I sped down the street. The bike was supercharged and might be my vessel of destruction one day, but I refused to die until the old man went before me. I needed to either spit or piss on his grave, and I would decide which one as soon as he was dead.

“I’m going to take Viviana as my bride,”he’d told me.

“Are you serious?”I’d asked.

“She’s earned it, and unless I’m given some reason to doubt that, she will be my wife,”had been his answer.

I didn’t even want to think about what she’d had to do to earn that title, that so many others before her had tried and failed to obtain. It would’ve been amusing knowing that she hated him as much as I did so he’d essentially been had, but I couldn’t even shake her, and I didn’t know why. All I wanted was to run this organization and make Stefano pay for past regressions at the same time. I sure as hell didn’t need to involve myself in the head of someone so twisted that they lay in bed with a man each night only to plot his demise, likely while they were doing the act.

She was so fucking responsive, and had I not been laser focused on power, I might’ve dragged her back into my bed so that I could make her come. “Cazzo!”

The things I could do that body of hers would make even the most adventurous of females blush, or cower as some have done in the past for much less. I could make her forget this scheme she was running, along with her name as she screamed the roof right off the damn building. She obviously liked it rough, and I could manhandle her so sinfully that she would beg for more, and I’d be more than happy to oblige her. The trouble with Viviana outside of the fact that she’d already gotten in my way more than once was that she’d be nothing more than a broken shell once revenge had been served. If I couldn’t afford the distraction of her at her best, I sure as hell couldn’t when she was at her worst. I desired power and control, and she couldn’t help me achieve them. As far as I was concerned, she was more trouble than she was worth, so I’d have to do better at resisting her in the future. I couldn’t fuck her as I had the night before in the pool and still keep her at arm’s length. It felt too damn good inside of her. Now, I know how Adam must’ve felt when it came to Eve. The only differences between them and us was that we were sinners to the core, and nothing would change that.

“It’ll be a wedding befitting a queen,”my father had gone on to say as he elaborated. “And, you’ll be a big part of it. In fact, I want you to give her to me.”

“Give her to you?”I’d asked, confused and wondering if he had caught on to her presence.

“She has no family, Figlio. You’ll walk her down the aisle and give her to me.”

I had smirked, fully knowing that he had something coming, but it wouldn’t be that woman. She was venomous, and he had not the slightest idea of her toxicity. I did, and she’d be like a black widow spider on their wedding night if they made it that far.

I had agreed and left it at that. He then mentioned going to find her, and I went back to enjoying the mouth wrapped around my cock. If this farce of a marriage actually happened, perhaps I would make use of her again. By then, she would’ve had ample opportunity to take him out and if she hadn’t already, I’d surmise it was because she liked the lifestyle that he afforded her. She’d then be a squillo for me, and I’d make her scream night after night, fully knowing that I would be plunging a stake into the heart of a man who’d torn mine out time and time again.

I decided at that point to head back to the estate. The sky was turning dark and I could tell that a storm was approaching. It hadn’t been that long since a powerful one had rocked the entire city. The wind and rain caused widespread damage and driving along the cliffside on a bike wasn’t wise. One didn’t get and stay in power by being stupid. My father might be testing that theory now, but for all I know, he might be very well aware of the snake he was lying in bed with night after night and toying with her right back.

I shook my head, then reversed my course. One of the things that made my motorcycle illegal was the fact that it had no mirrors or headlights. I never followed the rules in anything else, so it would come as no surprise to anyone that I wasn’t now. I liked danger. I lived for it. The adrenaline rush enough was more fuel to my fire. The only thing better than escaping death was sex, and even then, I barely played by the rules. I made them, and broke them often. Point in case was the night before.

I sped back as fast as the supercharged bike would take me, winding around the sharp curves and steep incline with ease. The feeling of exhilaration I felt each time was nothing short of magic, and try as he may, Stefano hadn’t made me forget about those childhood days when I was carefree. They might be over and done with, but they would never be completely forgotten. A loud boom of thunder roared over the sound of the bike and I accelerated my speed and managed to make it back to the estate before the first fat drop of rain fell from the sky.