Page 35 of A Mafia's Treasure

Francesca will get what’s coming to her as soon as I get word on Brendon O’Connor!

And Tony? Well, he needs to pray that he isn’t lying to me because if he is, then capo or not, a punishment worthy of the crime will be dealt.

My phone pings, and I smile when I read the information.

Scrolling through my contacts I find who I’m looking for and hit call.

“Hey, boss,” Tony answers breathlessly.

“It’s on. Get him ready for tonight,” I command.

“They’re ready,” he tells me, but it’s there again, something off in his voice.

“Only him, Tony. This is a one-man job,” I spit out. “We don’t want everyone rolling in there bringing unnecessary attention to us,” I explain.

“Sure thing. Send the details, and it’ll get done,” he assures me.

That isn’t what I’m worried about. Everything I’ve asked this guy to do has gotten done, but there’s something off, and it’s pissing me off that I don’t know what it is.

“I’ll send them now, and don’t be late,” I tell him, then hang up.

There’s one way to find out for sure what this Frankie guy’s like and that’s to go and meet him myself. Every time I’ve been to the gym he’s not there, and Tony’s being cagey.

Tonight, I will watch him and see how he gets shit done.

Slipping my phone back in my pocket, I pull my hair back in a knot and head out of my office.

My black Italian leather shoes tap on the mahogany hardwood as I make my way to the staircase. The hallway is filled with memories of my childhood, pictures of my brother and I with my parents on holiday in Sicily.

The old stairs creak with each step as I make my way to the master bedroom to take a shower and change for this evening … shall we say entertainment.

Finally, Brendon O’Connor is getting what’s coming to him. That mother fucker has been a thorn in my side for too fucking long.

Stripping down, I turn the silver handles and get a blast of cold water before the heat comes through. Tilting my head back, I let the water fall freely over my face as I close my eyes.

The moment they close, the first person I see is her, her ass in the air fucking a dildo because I told her to.

I take my cock in my hand and stroke hard and fast as I imagine her on all fours looking up at me, begging for release, a release I don’t want her to have.

My marks covering her beautiful fucking body …

The spell is broken as my phone rings in the other room. Fuck! I grab a towel and pick it up just as the call rings off, but I see who it was …il mio tesoro.

Hitting the play button I listen to the voice message.

“Hey, it’s me … Francesca, from the err, from the club. I’m not sure if you remember me, but well, I’ve had a lot of work on lately, but after I’ve finished tonight, I’ll be free. You know, if you want to meet up. Okay, bye.”

Did she giggle? I press play and listen to it again, and yes, she fucking did. It’s music to my ears.

Me: Text me when you’re there … I am not waiting again

She responds straightaway.

Il Mio Tesoro: Not worth the wait ;-)

So she wants to play that game, huh?

Me: You have some making up to do, so let’s not add anything else to the list, shall we?

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