3. Alessandro

Chapter three

Alessandro

It's been a week since Gustavo's men burned the warehouse. Daniel has me stalling the plans to retaliate.

He has a plan to help me replace the lost coke without spending a dime. The offer seems pretty fair. That's the only reason I've waited this long.

In this business, power gets the job done. It keeps the enemies thinking twice before they come for you. One mistake, and you're seen as weak.

I've kept the reins while Father is still away. Being the son of the most powerful mafia gang leader, I can't be seen as weak. It's dirty business and I don't mind getting my hands dirty to see my subjects fear me.

It is also a week since my encounter with Adriana. Her red purse has been in my house for a week now. There's nothing inside that's of use to me, yet I keep it with me. Why is a question I can't answer for myself.

I pour myself a drink into a glass, spilling a little on my office desk.

"Adriana Gustavo," I say aloud.

Thankfully, no one is around. Daniel wouldn't let it go if he were here.

I always had ladies throw themselves at me and I always got my way with them. But never have I remembered names. They never matter so much to me. It's just sex, after all.

Yet, the night with Adriana intrigues me. Maybe because I had the daughter of Gustavo moaning in my arms.

She would be my prisoner right now if I knew who she was back at the bar. Her sexy body would be the only thing keeping her alive in my basement. I'd have had her pay for the sins of her father.

My men would waste no time laying their hands on her. I could have her locked in my house for days and I know for a fact that no one would be able to save her. Not even her goddamn father.

I loathe her father, Manny Gustavo, and keeping his daughter as mine would strike a nerve. I wouldn't think twice before I pulled the trigger to have him dead. I've wondered why my father hasn't done it yet. All the other mafia gangs around here respect my father, except Manny.

I take a long sip of my drink with thoughts about Adriana and how the night could have ended if not for her father's men disrupting us.

She was one damn good distraction. Had me erected the moment we locked lips in the bar. Those damn tits. A tug away from spilling out of her dress.

The thought of fucking her senselessly crosses my mind. How perfectly wet she gets. I'd fuck her so hard till it hurts and she screams my name. Maybe that will be the perfect way to have her pay on behalf of her father.

"What are you thinking about, Alessandro?"

The door is wide open with Daniel in the office. He gently shuts the door and walks to the seat in front of me.

"Getting revenge in a different way," I reply.

I take my drink and rest further in the chair. Raising my legs to the wooden desk, I cross them while I swirl the chair a little.

Daniel has his hair packed in a high bun. His shirt is the same color as his green eyes. There's a small cut on the top side of his head.

"Fucking Adriana?" he laughs. I told him what happened when Adriana and I left for the restroom.

"Can't say it hasn't crossed my mind."

" Stronzo (Asshole)!" A chuckle escapes him.

"Their shipment is coming into the city tonight. Lower East Side, midnight."

He reaches for the glass and the bottle of liquor.

"How sure are you of this?"

"A little birdie told me," he pours himself a little drink.

"Tortured it out of him."

I look at his knuckles, which are deeply red.

"Get the men ready tonight." I rise to my feet.

"No one stays alive," I add.

I grab my phone from the side of the desk and slide it into my pocket.

Daniel stands to his feet. We are almost the same height.

"L'Uomo still has no idea?"

I shake my head in response. A burned warehouse is impossible to hide and cover up.

"He will soon enough."

I grab my car keys and adjust my shirt by the collar, unbuttoning another button to reveal my chest.

"I'm leaving now. Text me when it's done."

He nods. We leave the office side by side.

" Madre (Mother) says you haven't been home in a long while."

He slides his hands into his pockets and stops in his tracks. " Mi dispiace (I am sorry), I will visit tomorrow."

"Hmmn," I breathe.

I know Daniel way too well to know how seriously he takes family and my father's business.

Madre treats him like her son. Our families were very close.

Daniel's father was shot one night, and while he hates to speak about it, I can still tell it hurts him.

I saw him at his worst when he lost his mother a year later. We are all he has left.

" Ciao , Ale."

"Call me when you get home, stronzo (asshole)," I reply as I walk to my car.

My black Bentley Mulliner Batur stands distinctively in the parking space. It's next to Daniel's black SUV.

I unlock my car and slide into the driver's seat. I start the car and drive towards Elixir where I'm meeting Beppe.

He is by the roadside when I arrive at the bar. He has his back on his silver sedan, dragging a cigar.

"Ale," he greets me with a nod as he comes over.

"Is it ready?"

"Yes." He walks to the trunk of his car and unlocks it. Taking out a small black bag from inside, he places it in the back seat of my car.

Another figure appears by the window side of the passenger's seat.

Beppe swiftly pulls out a pistol and points it to her head.

It's Adriana.

She looks different from the other night.

Her hands are up as she feels the gun pointed at her. She looks scared with her eyes shut tight.

I can't make out what she says to Beppe with the window up. I push the button to wind it down, raising a finger to stop Beppe.

"Adriana."

She forces her eyes open with her jaws clenched tight.

"Alessandro." Her blonde hair is in a mess, falling over her shoulders.

"What does a Gustavo want from me?"

She has a frown on her face. There's something about the look in her eyes. I can tell she's angry.

"I just want to fucking talk."

I give a moment of thought and signal to Beppe to drop the gun to his side.

"It's fine, Beppe," I say as I unlock the door.

Beppe takes a final, intent gaze at her before leaving for his car.

"You know I can have you killed right here?"

Adriana opens the door and hurriedly takes the seat. She turns to look behind us like she's running away from something. Or someone.

I press the button to roll the window back up.

"But you won't. I hate being here with you as much as you do," she says as she turns to face me.

"Yet here you are."

"After almost choking me to death at the bar, I could have died. Fucking Malgeri."

I can't tell if it's her words or how feisty she has gotten but I somehow get hard watching her speak so furiously.

"I have something you need. The time my father's drug shipment arrives in the city."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Why would I risk my life to meet a Malgeri for nothing?"

She says my father's name with disgust. I'm gripping the steering wheel tighter to stop myself from reaching for her lower jaw and squeezing hard till she learns how to say the Malgeri name with some fucking respect.

But then I stare at her banging body instead. She has a fuck-me body with her breasts begging me to bury my face in them. I want to rip her clothes off now and fuck her hard. Fuck her senselessly.

I notice how ungroomed her fingernails are as she rests them on her thighs.

She has faded jeans on with a stained brown shirt. A button looks like it's a second away from flying from its place with her protruding tits.

One flick of my wrist and that damn shirt would be open, and her chest would be completely exposed.

"What do you want?"

"For now, drive away from here. We aren't safe here. I'm not."

Her blue eyes are fixed on me.

I know something is off. I zoom off to my house in Tribeca.

The ride is quiet as I steal glances at her. She has her eyes fixed on the window, staring outside.

The gate opens as I honk twice. A guard dressed in all black with a rifle by his side opens it for me.

I stop at the parking lot after driving through the gates. Four armed men are at the entrance of my house.

"Follow me," I say to Adriana.

I unlock the doors and step out of the car. Adriana walks behind me as I lead the way to the front door.

The men utter a greeting in unison as we walk past them to the door. I unlock it and step into the house first. "Talk," I say, letting Adriana into my house.

"Lower East Side. Midnight."

Daniel was right, after all. "What do you want?" I ask, walking to the bar.

"To upset my father and to get out of his grasp. I'm done with everything around here. I want a new life somewhere else. Far away from the Mafia shit. Him. You. All of it."

I breathe in sharply, mentally dismissing her request. She's not running away from me. I'm not letting her off that easy, not when she is part of my cards over Manny.

"Why should I help you? Or believe a fucking word you say?" I'm forced to ask again.

She crinkles her face in a frown with an unwavering stern glare at me. With no idea of the thoughts of things I plan to do with her—with her body.

"I know about your burned warehouse. You need this more than I do. This is my payback to my father for fucking locking me up with his guards so I wouldn't leave the house."

"How do I know he didn't send you here? Or Lower East Side is not a fucking trap?"

Her shoulders are tense as I turn to her. She still puts on a firm gaze to feel less intimidated by my harsh tone. It's fucking hot.

"Adriana, who the fuck sent you here?" I question again with a stern look, walking to her side.

She's breathing heavily with her back pressed against the wall.

Her lips tremble as I close the distance between us. For a second she kisses me back but then she pulls away as if she suddenly realized what was happening. I can hear her loud breaths as her chest heaves in fear.

Fuck .

She looks damn hot. Her eyes flicker as she struggles to keep my gaze now.

I switch glances from her eyes to her luscious lips and back to her eyes.

Her chest grazes mine as she looks up to stare at me. "Stay the fuck away from me."

I don't know what makes me a lot harder, her trembling-with-fear side or her fucking hot, feisty side.

She is more than a few inches shorter than me.

"Fuck," I breathe just before I take her lips in mine again.

She is visibly shocked by my action and lands a couple jabs on my chest to create a tiny distance between us.

"What the hell are you doing?" The words melt into the kiss.

"Finishing what we started at the bar. I bet you're already soaking wet for me." I lick my lower lips, feeling my balls about to explode. I close the distance between us and she doesn't pull away this time.

She lets me kiss her and explore her mouth with my tongue as I swallow her soft moans.

Her breath hitches, making those goddamn tits press against my chest. I take her right tit in my hand and squeeze hard, hating the clothes that are separating me from her skin.

She winces in my mouth, and I swallow the sound she makes. It makes my bulge grow even harder.

I grab her hair, tilting her head to get a better angle as I deepen the kiss. She tastes so fucking good.

I suck every breath of hers, sliding my fingers up her thighs. The goddamn jeans she has on give me little to feel.

She gasps and pulls away from me as I palm in between her thighs.

"I-I..." she stammers.

I get impatient, wanting to lock our lips again and fuck her brains out.

"I've never done this before," she whispers. Her face heats up in embarrassment.

"You've never had sex before?" I ask, needing to hear her clearly this time. She swallows hard and nods.

"But I want to. Right now," she adds.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes. Fuck me, Alessandro."

She closes the gap between us until there's only a sliver of light between us.

I've never had to fuck a virgin, but the thought of thrusting my dick into her virgin pussy thrills me so damn much. I reclaim her lips as I lead her to my room.

Claiming Adriana's virginity…oh, that's my fucking victory. I don't want to simply de-virgin her; I want to own her; every single part of her.

Breaking the kiss, I whisper in her ears with her back against the wall. "I'll fuck every shred of innocence out of you and have your pussy begging for me."

I unbutton her jeans, shove my fingers into her panties, and rub the pads of my fingers over her clit. She gasps as she squeezes my arm, whimpering in pleasure. Of course, she's fucking wet already.

"All this pussy juice for me."

I suck my fingers and let her taste herself from my lips as I kiss her again.

I drag her to one of the rooms downstairs. I'd never make it up the stairs without tearing up every piece of clothing she has on right now.

I slam the door open without breaking the kiss. She has her hands pulling the buttons of my shirt before we reach the bed.

I break the kiss and flick the damn loose button on her shirt. The view of her breasts, practically spilling out of her bra, drives me almost crazy. I impatiently unbutton every one of them till she is clad in only a black bra and those damn jeans.

She looks nervous as I stare at her.

"Are you sure you want this?"

She nods in reply. I stare at her bare skin.

"Take off your jeans," I command.

She takes the hem of her unbuttoned jeans and slides them down until they fall on her ankles.

It's a goddamn fucking view. I stop myself from telling her how beautiful she looks. She has a matching panty on with her bra.

I take off my shirt and place my hand on her neck. Her breath hitches.

"Relax, Adriana; I'm not going to kill you right now. Not when you're naked, and I'm so fucking hard," I smirk.

I kiss her again as my fingers find their way to the clamp of her bra.

I help her on the bed, still having my lips on her. Her hands are wrapped around my neck as I unbuckle my belt.

"I'm going to take it easy right now, Poppy," I say, donning her a befitting nickname with her cute, puppy eyes.

She bites her bottom lip and nods as I remove my trousers. I press my erection in between her thighs, which makes her gasp.

"That's how fucking much I want to be inside you. Ever since that night at the bar," I whisper into her ears.

I taste every part of her, running my tongue down her neck to her bare breasts. Her nipples are hard as I take one in my mouth.

She moans with her eyes rolling back her head. I take down her panties and slide my middle finger into her core to feel her folds.

"You're so fucking wet."

I add my pointer finger and increase the pressure. She squeezes her thighs against my fingers with soft whimpers escaping her lips.

I take her lips as I slide both fingers out and insert them back inside her. Her body tenses as she gasps in my mouth.

"Relax, Poppy," I whisper to her.

I stare into the blue orbs of her eyes, silently reassuring her she'll be fine.

I slide another finger inside her, and she moans loudly, arching her back a little.

I move my fingers in and out of her, watching her scream and moan, holding onto my arms for support.

"You like that, Poppy?"

"Ye… yes," she whimpers.

She looks so fucking hot. I can't hold myself much longer from shoving my cock in her.

She watches me as I slide my fingers out of her and reach for my black briefs, pulling them down to the ground.

I walk to the nightstand drawers and pull out a condom. She stares at my cock with her eyes widened. I'll etch this memory into her head with every thrust so she'll never forget me. The things I'll do to her with my dick…

I return in between her legs and rub the tip of my cock in between her thighs.

"Alessandro," she moans, driving me fucking crazy.

"Remember, relax, Poppy. It will only hurt for a minute,"

I spread her legs wider, keeping my eyes on her.

My mouth returns to its place on hers to help her relax as I slowly push into her.

Her fingers dig into my skin as I swallow a loud moan.

I stop pushing my length into her, taking it slow with her. "Hurts?"

"Just a little," she breathes.

I push into her a little more and groan. I give her a moment to adjust to my length inside her.

"I'll start slow."

I thrust my hip into her in a slow movement, and it feels like torture, knowing how hard I want to fuck her right now.

She takes a fistful of the blue sheets as I thrust into her again. She screams this time.

I take her nipple in my mouth and fondle the other with my fingers as I move in a treacherously slow motion.

She gasps, moans some words in Italian, and screams my name. I feel the tension in her legs as they begin to tremble.

I increase my pace, bringing her to her first release. The walls of her pussy clench tightly on my cock as I thrust a bit harder into her.

"Fuck. You're so damn tight," I groan.

She screams as she lets out a release.

I groan as I bury my head in her neck, feeling the tension in my legs.

She moves a little while I'm still inside her, and it forces me into a release. I groan against her neck as I pull out of her.

Adriana has her eyes glued to the ceiling as I slide over her and take off the condom, tossing it in the trash can.

I grab my phone from the pockets of my trousers, littered on the floor of the room, as it starts to ring. Daniel's name pops up on the screen.

I take a look at Adriana for a moment and walk out of the room naked with my phone. I'm still intrigued by the fact that I de-virgined her, Manny Gustavo's daughter.

I pick up Daniel's call as soon as I'm far away from the room Adriana's in. I can't have her eavesdropping on our conversation. I'm not stupid enough to trust her just because she offered her fucking virginity to me.

"The shipment came in earlier than expected, Ale," Daniel says on the phone.

"Where are you?"

"East Harlem. We have it with us."

"I'll be there in a minute."

I run up the stairs to get a change of clothes, dashing out of the house in a hurry. I take the SUV and zoom off to East Harlem.

The men are loading a truck off into the warehouse.

I enter to meet Daniel with three prisoners strapped to chairs. He has a knife in his hand, stained with blood. The prisoners have swollen wounds with blood dripping from one's gunshot injury.

"Only three?" I ask as I stride to Daniel's side.

"Killed the rest while hijacking the truck."

One raises his head to stare at me. His face is covered in blood.

I roll up my sleeves and stand in front of the prisoners.

"Who tipped Manny on my warehouse in Brooklyn?" I bark.

A moment of silence passes between us. I retrieve my gun from the back of my pants and point to the one closest to me.

"Who is talking?"

"I don't fucking know," he begs.

" Bastardo (Bastard)," I grit, pulling the trigger. A splatter of blood stains my arm as the bullet pierces his chest, and he falls to the ground. Dead. The others tremble in their seats, screaming.

"I'm only asking you one more time. Who fucking tipped Manny on my warehouse?" I bark.

" Lo guiro , I don't fucking know. I have no fucking idea," the second yells. Daniel stabs his arm in a swift motion, causing him to wail loudly.

"Arghh! I don't know his fucking name," the prisoner screams.

"Start talking before I blow your brains out."

"Manny has a few of his men working for you. That's all I fucking know. Please don't kill me."

Daniel and I exchange glances.

"Those fucking stronzi (assholes)," Daniel says through clenched teeth.

"Find me the fucking snitch." I kill the prisoners with a bullet through their heads. Their bodies pile up on the dusty ground, with blood seeping through the bullet holes.

I walk out of the warehouse with bloodstained hands, startled by who I meet outside.

My father. L'Uomo.

"In the car. Now," he commands.

His black suit is tailored nicely to fit his pot belly. He is significantly shorter than me; I can conveniently see his balding head.

The sky is dark, with the moonlight as the only light in sight outside.

My father steps into the back seat of his SUV, and I follow suit. A guard shuts it from outside.

"I had no idea you were back," I say.

"One week I'm gone, and I have a fucking burned warehouse?"

"I'm handling it."

"You do nothing, ragazzo (young man)! You clearly aren't ready to take over my business," he spits.

"You are weak! You'll have all my years of hard work destroyed. Get out of my car. You disgust me," Father adds.

I clench my jaws tight. So tight, it hurts. I grab the handle of the door and let myself out. His car zooms away immediately.

" Merda (Shit) ! Merda! Fuck!"