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My heart twists from seeing my mother like this. I only ever want to see her happy. “Sorry. You’re right. Today isn’t the day to deal with the old man.”

Then, like clockwork, the guests began shuffling in. I have to make the rounds, talking to everyone, and I don’t get a chance to eat. My stomach is as empty and numb as the rest of me today.

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By the time the reception is over that night, I’m too wound up to sleep. I need some release, so I visit one of my usuals. She’s the kind of woman I don’t have to call, send gifts, or even care if her body ends up in a trash pile somewhere. She’s just an ass, pussy, and mouth to push my cock in when I need it.

I visit her apartment without calling, like always, because I pay her to be available at certain times so she’s there when I need her. She opens the door, her naturally big yet surprisingly still perky looking ready to burst from her tight shirt. That’s the main reason I put this one in rotation: I’ve had one hell of a breast fetish since my teens when a babysitter dared me to suck one. After that one taste, it was clear I was a breast man. Every week, the babysitter would “feed me,” then let my older brothers take turns fucking her.

She got paid extra so she loved it.

Since then, I’ve only fucked women with the most delicious, naturally big tits I could find. And tonight’s whore has breasts I love to watch bounce.

I enter her apartment without speaking and she leads me to her bedroom, knowing the drill. In a few minutes, she’s naked on the bed with her legs spread, waiting for me to do whatever I want to her. I start with her tits because that normally gets me hard. But as I play and feed on each one, my dick is still soft. Maybe I just need to get my tension out by slamming into her.

I flip her over, smacking her ass, and start fingering her pussy, hoping that will get me hard enough to fuck. It does, but something about this isn’t working. I can’t get any satisfaction. I’ve flipped her in every way possible. Pounded into every hole two times. Still, I’m not fucking coming. Either the whore is useless.. Or everything else is weighing on me too heavily, as much as I hate to admit it.

The pressure of creating an express baby to carry on my family’s legacy, the loss of every one of my brothers, that fucking meeting my idiot old man arranged…it’s all circling in my head.

I leave my whore’s place sexually frustrated and filled with vengeance. I guess the only satisfaction I’m going to get now is seeing more Bencivengas dead.

Maybe the meeting is the perfect opportunity for that.

CHAPTER 4 —DANCE PUPPET

Arianna

I woke up this morning in a fantastic mood. It’s today! Gaudino is coming to our penthouse and bringing his last remaining son. If my Father had the balls, he would kill them, get revenge, and be rid of the whole family once and for all.

Even Uncle Agostini shares the same suggestion over breakfast.

We’re all sitting at the table eating a simple breakfast of eggs, waffles, and fruit, when Uncle glances at my father. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” he says. “We should take it and eliminate the entire Gaudino family. They’re weak; we hold the power.,”

Father only sips his coffee and shakes his head. “Not during peace talks. The other organizations would ostracize us if we attacked now.”

I honestly don’t care about the other organizations because we could deal with them later. I’m sure some of them think the Gaudinos are weak and insignificant and better off annihilated. If only Father would take action.

Later, I approach Uncle while we’re alone. He lost his entire family in a bombing two months ago, so I bet he’s secretly not interested in creating peace. He may be my best ally in seeking revenge. Plus, he has always encouraged me to think for myself, something I appreciate—he’s a little different than other men still left in this family.

I find him in the study reading a book. I knock on the open door lightly and step inside. “What is father planning?” I ask softly. I’m not scared to ask him directly since he has always appreciated my smarts.. If Father paid any attention, he would have noticed by now that Uncle doesn’t actually like him. The loyalty Uncle shows is only for survival.

Uncle closes his book and rests it on his lap, looking at me with his cunning eyes. “You, my dear. He plans to marry you off to the last remaining Gaudino. He thinks that will ensure a permanent peace.”

My mouth slips open—partly from shock and partly because I couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario. I guess I do feel a twinge of sadness. Naturally, Father would only ever make a deal like this using me; he has always loved my sisters more. I could either blame it on myself for being too assertive or I could blame it on this family for undervaluing strong women. Either way, that’s just how it is.

I study my uncle, debating how much to reveal. I almost walk out of the room without responding, but I decide I can trust him. He’s been one of my biggest supporters.

I saunter into the room, running my fingers along some books on a shelf. “What do you think of the plan?”

“It’s a fool’s dream. Peace won’t last.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s actually not a bad idea. I’d love to poison the remaining members of the Gaudino organization, one by one. Hell, everyone knows I can shoot any target blindfolded. I’ll get them together and snipe them all.”

Uncle shakes his head and gives me a serious look. “I had assumed you’d be out for revenge, but your plan has too many holes in it. You know I love you since you’re my niece, and I’ve always wanted you to go after what you want. But why would Carmine Gaudino agree to marry you? They aren’t planning to force you both into an arranged marriage; instead, the two of you will need to agree. Come to a mutual understanding. And no offense, dear, but you aren’t the twin people gravitate toward. The Gaudinas and Bencivengas have something in common—they prefer submissive women. A submissive woman motivates a man and triggers his protective instincts. You enjoy arguing too much.”

I pluck a book off the shelf and dig my nails into it. I hate to admit it, but he’s right.

He starts reading again, saying passively. “You don’t encourage a man’s protective instincts; rather, the opposite. Carmine will have his guard up as soon as he sees you at the meeting, since you’re so feisty and ready for combat. There’s an aura about you that signals every man to stay away.” He flips a page of his book. “Your father has high hopes, but Carmine will never agree to wed you. He’ll sense you’re too much trouble. Gaia, however…”

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