Page 21 of Assassin's Obsession

ANGELO

"Stay, Angelo." Severu's order comes just as I'm about to leave his office after a meeting with his underboss, Miceli, one of his capos and the consigliere, Big Sal.

I step aside to let the others leave and once they are gone, I shut the door and face my boss. And wait.

Severu De Luca is only three years older than me, making him the youngest don in the Cosa Nostra right now. But nothing about him screams youth. We lose that air when we get made.

I'm not sure either me or my boss ever had it to begin with.

There's no family relationship between us going back at least four generations, but both our families started out in Sicily.

Related, or not, we have the same black hair, olive skin tone and Roman nose. At six-feet-four-inches, Severu tops me by two inches, but we're both taller than the average Sicilian male.

He has the typical dark eyes of our forefathers, but mine are gray. Some say they glow almost silver just before I kill someone.

After a full minute of frowning silence, my boss says, "Explain to me why my top enforcer cut off a man's hand when the Genovese made men are under strict instructions to stay under the radar right now."

"I didn't draw any attention." He knows me better than that.

"You cut off his hand!" Severu barks.

"I took care of it away from the club." Go me for not going with my initial plan to do it in the alley.

Severu doesn't look impressed with mine and Nerissa's solution. "You cut off his fucking hand."

"He deserved it and I didn't kill him." I even made sure he got to the ER.

I can be reasonable.

"For touching a dancer giving him a lap dance?"

"She wasn't dancing for that douche and Candi has a strict no-touching policy."

"Candi." Severu says the name like he's tasting it for a bad flavor. "The stripper."

"Exotic dancer." She doesn't strip naked.

Not ever. She might drop everything but pasties and thong, but the ripe nipples that tip her bountiful tits are for my eyes only.

I saw them for the first time the other day when she came back into the bedroom after her shower and dropped her towel before I had a chance to look away. She usually gets dressed in the bathroom. I still don't know what made that day different, but I was as close as I've ever been to coming in my pants.

I've been obsessed with trying to guess what color those delicious looking peaks are ever since. Soon, I'll find out.

Unfortunately, the cameras I installed only have a black-and-white feed. I went for quality of picture under a range of lighting over color definition. The image is excellent, even when the room is dark. A good choice, it's angled toward her bed so I can watch her sleep.

I'm not a pervert. When her little sister is in the room hanging out, or getting ready for bed, I turn that camera feed off and only listen to the audio until after the kid falls asleep.

Then I turn it back on and watch Candi's beautiful, heart shaped face as it relaxes in somnolence. I always turn the feed off again before I go to bed myself.

After her sister leaves for school, I turn it back on and follow my new favorite routine. Watching my Candi pleasure herself under the covers before getting up and getting ready for the day.

Her pleasure belongs to me, just like mine belongs to her.

"Now is not the time to get fixated on your latest fuck." Severu's harsh tone breaks into the reel playing in my head.

"I haven't fucked her." It's not safe. Not yet.

He gives me an impatient frown. "Then do it and move on."

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