Page 109 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Then I learned about my fifteen-year-old half-sister, Giulia “Gigi” Russo—the product of an affair between my mother and a Sicilian family leader who was spared at the end of the war.

My mother had his child and put her up for adoption, using her as leverage to get what she wanted from him. Threatened to ruin his marriage, destroy his family with an illegitimate child and proof of his betrayal.

Giulia had no clue where she came from, left on the doorstep in a basket only a day old. With Luca’s help, I got her out of foster care, tied her to the Russo fortune, and secured her future. We’ll teach her how to be a good boss and when she’s of age, she’ll take back the Sicilian’s and we’ll run the two families together.

Now, she’s in therapy and attending a prestigious boarding school in the U.K.—one where mafia kids learn both survival and business. I said the place was just for heathens, but Jax and Enzo found humor in my objections.

“Don’t worry,” they laughed. “We all went there.”

“My point exactly!”

Giulia and I talk almost daily. We’re looking forward to spending the holidays together as a family. It’s a fresh start for all of us. An unconventional one, but in this world, nothing is ever simple.

Six Months Later

Things are running much smoother now, with most of the family disputes settled. There’s some tension brewing with the Irish that we’re keeping an eye on, but otherwise, all is quiet in paradise.

I’ve fully adopted Gigi, and she’s thriving. Not only is she acing her classes, but I hear she practically runs the school now. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and I’m very proud of her.

Running the mafia isn’t just about the classic stuff—arranged marriages, cargo shipments of guns, and the whole “fuhgettaboutit” attitude. What surprised me most was the amount of humanitarian efforts, politics, and charity work involved.

Don’t get me wrong, we still slice off fingers when people cross us—but there’s more good in the mix than I ever imagined. Enzo and his cousins are buying up land to build factories, warehouses, affordable housing, and even nature reserves.

Francesca “The Queen” Lazzarini is making waves in politics. She’s an expert at bribing and blackmailing, but she uses her power to sway lawmakers into supporting the people—lower taxes, neighborhood reforms, and better education in struggling areas.

The Lazzarini family didn’t come from old money like the Caputo’s or Vincenzi’s, so Francesca knows what it’s liketo go hungry. Now she’s making sure the kids in her old neighborhoods don’t have to.

Jax, of course, is thriving in his own way—he’s opened a five-star fine dining restaurant that’s booked out for months. He even hired that guy—what’s-his-name—who recently moved to Chicago and gave him a job as a dishwasher.

Even with his busier schedule, Jax still has plenty of time for games. Showing up at my office with a new toy. Watching me give a presentation while he controls a vibrator that is sucking on my clit. He loves to see how close he can get me to coming before I excuse myself for the restroom and basically tackle him for his cock or shove him to his knees and drown him.

Yes, he’s still calling me Squirt from time to time.

Luca has taken Moanster23 to a whole new level. He’s invented the highest quality earbuds I’ve ever used. When Jax blows him, Luca makes sure to Facetime me so I can hear every moan, every breath. It’s Moanster23 in ultra-high-definition, and it’s beyond euphoric.

We moved Caputo Enterprises into the same building as Vincenzi Consulting and now I can sneak to Enzo’s office and hide under his desk with his cock in my mouth, anytime I want.

One of the reforms I’ve pushed through is a fight against domestic violence. Enzo and I work side-by-side and two businesses have never been more successful.

Today, I finished my announcement about our new rehabilitation facility and an office opening in Seattle.

The staff is buzzing with energy as I head to my private elevator. It’s Enzo’s birthday, and I’ve got something special planned for him .

I found a secret room in my father’s downtown office where he had “conversations”. I renovated the space into something much more suitable for–us.

Pressing the hidden button, the panel opens, and my stiletto heels click against the black marble tile. Removing the pin from my hair, I shake my head and let my long locks fall past my shoulders as Jax and Luca watch with hungry eyes. Both of them on their knees, hands patiently behind their backs.

Enzo is on his knees too, his lower legs strapped in and spread apart on a mounting stool. There is a bench to keep him cozy and hold his weight. Armrests to lock his arms and hands in place and a nice cushioned circular pillow for his head.

I walk in front of him, tickling him with a black leather riding crop. “Happy Birthday, baby.” I whisper into his ear before I lick it. He can’t answer me for the peach choke ball in his mouth but he moans for me.

We got him a new one after poorMarc-oh-fuck-noended up choking on his other one… I think Jax shoved it down his throat, before they put a bullet in his head but he won’t admit to it.

“You look so beautiful in your garter and stockings.” I stand in front of him so he can see my heels but nothing else. I run my nails through his hair, and he moans again. “I’m going to fuck you so good today. Are you ready to see your present?”

He nods his head and groans a response against the gag.

I remove my white button-down shirt and my grey pencil skirt that matches Enzo’s eyes. The lingerie I put on for him is largely a complex arrangement of straps in a rich deep red.

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