Page 144 of King Of Order

She wrapped her thighs around my waist tight as I carried her to bed.

Still wet and dripping, we glided onto the duvet.

I was still hard inside her, and I made sure not to lose the connection as I shifted to her side, one thigh over me.

Her head buried in my chest, my hand stroking her back.

My heart was full to overflowing.

Hell fuckin’ yeah.

‘Dimmi,’ Lorenzo stated, seated across from me in the villa’soffice.

Outside the window, I spotted our women heading to the beach beyond the gardens, carting a picnic basket, swim bags, and a baby in a covered bassinet.

I chuckled at the sight of Mauri tagging along, tasked with hauling chairs, umbrellas, and towels.

The fucker appeared miserable, and I smirked at the thought of his fate for the day.

Beach babes and an infant. He deserved it, for the man needed to get addicted to the idea of a family of his own.

I turned to Lorenzo, Alessio, and Vitto.

‘It’s been a shit show. But I think we’re on the last leg with the Tirones.’

I gave them a rundown of the facts so far.

‘Mauri and I have set the stage for the Tirones’ downfall.’

In recent years, the balance of power in the Neapolitan crime world tipped toward the Calibrese family due to my brother Lorenzo and Aunt Bianca’s efforts and our legendary ruthlessness under our Omertà oath. It’s this influence we used to gain leverage over Tirone’s partners.

‘Recently, we’ve sent subtle messages that anyone with a deal with Tirones is an enemy of the Calibreses. The whisper warfare is working. Some of his existing business associates have got cold feet, and Claudio has been strung out on several transactions.’

‘Good work, Lorenzo drawled.

I shook my head. ‘It’s still not enough. We must cut Claudio off at the legs. His entire network has to be brought down. We must break up his operational capabilities and links to the mafia network from the top to the bottom.’

Lorenzo grunted. ‘If his deals are being cut off, he’ll run to the top-tier Dons for cover or to seek new loans. I can work on sending word to them not to engage.’

Alessio jerked his chin. ‘That includes any suppliers he’s had dealings with in the supply of illegal weapons and distribution of narcotics. I can handle the supplier tier.’

Vitto stretched his legs out. ‘I’ll manage the dealers. The streets no longer count; trendy clubs, bars, and restaurants are their new playground. Won’t be a hardship.’

Lorenzo gave our youngest sibling a narrowed look. ‘Don’t rack up too high of a credit card bill,fratello. The last one was fuckin’ ludicrous.’

Vitto grinned, arching a brow. ‘You gotta be a player to play.’

‘Bullshit,’ Alessio grumbled, slapping the back of Vitto’s head. ‘Che bruta!’

‘Enough,’ Lorenzo gritted. ‘Let’s stay on track with Rio’s shit.’

‘Shit show is the way to call it. Claudio’s focus on money laundering with my woman’s business as the conduit has to stop,’ I growled.

‘What’s he trying there?’ Lorenzo demanded.

‘Turns out he’s been selling specific masterpieces multiple times, often without ever leaving the free port. These cross-border dealings through various intermediaries or shell companies have created a complex web of transactions, obscuring the funds’ origin and increasing the artwork’s apparent value. He’s laundering, on a massive scale, exposing Chiara to serious charges were the op to be cracked by the authorities.’

‘Fotto,’ Alessio growled.

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