Page 4 of A Mafia's Treasure

Blood from his nose runs down his face, and I can feel it dripping down my neck and between my tits.

His warm breath blows against my ear. “You’re fucking soaked. You like this, the violence, blood, the fight.” His deep chuckle in my ear sends a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, it’s perfect. But uncontrolled, you’ll lose in the cage, and we’re not here for that,” he says as he pulls his hand out of my pants and releases my neck.

I reach up and feel the warmth of where his hand had been around my neck, the quickening beats of my pulse flutter against my fingertips, and I rest my hands in place of his. He’s right, I need to get this under control …but I am not going to tell him that!

Moving to the corner of the room he picks up a towel and holds it against his face before pulling it away slightly. “Be back tomorrow. You have training every day. We have a fight to prepare for.”

Chapter4

Nico

Idon’t know what’s wrong with Tony, but he seems off. I have called the gym several times now, and he has avoided my questions on this new guy Frankie, only giving me one-word responses.

It’s starting to fuck me off. If I wasn’t so busy, I would head down there and check this guy out for myself, but since taking over from my father as the Don of the Romano Mafia it hasn’t been as smooth as it should have been.

This last year I have made progress but changing capos and deciding to move half of our operations legit hasn’t been as easy as we all thought it would be, even with the mayor and half of the NYPD in our pockets.

Opening ICONIC was a smart move, but one that has taken a lot of time and planning. However, this exclusive club will be useful to us in more ways than satisfying our fucked-up urges. The high dollar subscription fee will allow for the elite to come through those doors believing they can fulfill any and all fantasies without a care in the world … wrong. I smile to myself, thinking of the cameras that will be installed all over the place, even in the toilets, nowhere will be left unseen.

Scrolling through my phone, I find the number I am looking for and press call. Marco, my capo and cousin, answers on the first ring.

“Boss,” he answers respectfully. We may be family but when others are in ear shot, he always shows respect.

“Marco, how’s the enrollment coming along?” I ask, Wanting an update on the feelers we put out?

His sinister laugh comes down the line. “Oh, you’re going to love this. We’ve got politicians, police chiefs, governors, you name it, and they have all sent their applications through along with initial payments to join.” I can hear him rummaging through the papers on his desk. “The people that weren’t on our payroll, soon will be.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Excellent, great work, and the girls are sorted?” I don’t really ask as I expect this to have been done, but for some reason, I need to know that everything is in order.

“All sorted. The color code is in place, and I have set up the online site and questionnaires. So, the newbies start off at red, then they can progress until they get to green, you get the idea,” he tells me, sounding quite bored as we have had this conversation several times, but I know he will repeat it over and over each time I ask.

“Good. Anything else I need to know?” I question.

“NIC is set up, but what the fuck was the new assistant about?” he grumbles under his breath.

“She came highly recommended, and she’s your PA. What's wrong with her?” I smirk because I recognize his tone. He’s pissed as he wants to fuck her but can’t because of the ‘no fucking employees’ rule he made.

“The way she answers the phone grinds my gears,” he says and then his voice changes, mimicking what I can only assume is the woman in question. “Good morning, National Investment Corp.” He huffs loudly. “She can’t even be bothered to say Corporation for fuck’s sake. What does that say about her work ethic?” He tuts loudly.

I start to laugh as I stand from my dark brown leather chair in my home office and walk over to the window overlooking the expansive gardens and watch the gardeners walking up and down mowing the lawn. The flowers are in full bloom, and it looks immaculate.

“Look, she stays, you just need to get over it. She’s been vetted, so we know we can trust her,” I tell him. “In the meantime, you may want to evaluate your office policy and remove the part about fucking your employees, you may find that you’ll be much happier.”

“Fuck you, man,” he whispers down the line, and I know he has moved away from others but still spoke quietly. I will let him have it this once.

“Let's move on. Your brother, what’s wrong with him?” I ask, knowing that if anyone knows what’s going down with Tony, it’ll be Marco.

“What do you mean? I spoke to him this morning, he’s been in the club a few times this week with a blonde and was telling me how he’s been training. There’s that fight coming up with Koslov next week, so maybe he’s getting in the mindset for that. You know how he can get when a fight is coming up,” he tells me.

“Yes, Frankie from England, he must have said something about him?” I question. “He came to the club with the same woman?” I must sound shocked, but it seems odd for Tony to see the same woman more than once.

“No, he hasn’t said anything to me. I knew he was coming to the club, he texted beforehand, but other that, he just said he was training, and I didn’t really ask,” he tells me. “Yeah, they came in a couple of times together, but she’s been in on her own since.” I hear him moving as the New York traffic sounds in the background.

“Okay, well, I will wait and see what happens, hopefully you are right. I don’t like being kept in the dark, and if he is hiding something from me, he will pay. You know I can’t let something like this go, not now,” I tell him, hoping that he isn’t because now I am the Don, I can’t let anyone keep things from me and not pay. It doesn’t matter if they are family or not.

“I understand. I will speak to him,” he assures me. “One more thing before we go … Tommy.” He sighs deeply, and I smile as I have an idea what this is about. Tommy worked for my father and is now my capo. He runs Brinco’s, our building firm, and this is where we contract out our team to complete the foundation work. And believe me, in our line of work, Tommy and his team come in very handy. The thing with Tommy, he isn’t great with paperwork, and Marco needs the finance reports for the Tax returns.

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