Page 1 of Vincenzo's Promise
Vincenzo
“This couldn’t wait?” Angelo asked as he rushed through the solid oak doors of my office without knocking. “I was in the middle of some important shit, Vin. And your impatient ass just couldn’t let me complete my business before ordering me over here, like some soldier. All I asked for was a fucking hour, Vin. That’s it. One hour. Where’s the fucking respect?”
Angelo stalked over to the minibar sitting in the office's corner near the window and poured himself a drink while continuing to curse under his breath, not giving me a second glance. I overlooked him when he got into these moods. He’d get over it, and if not, I didn’t care. I was the fucking Boss. He’d do what I told him to, and when I said it. There was no wiggle room for who controlled the De Maio clan. Wiggle room led to death, and I wasn’t dying soon.
“And what business was more important than handlingmybusiness, cousin?”
“Let me inform you about what was more important than handling your fucking business,cousin. I was in between the creamy white thighs of a goddess, screaming my name to the high Heavens...” He placed his hands together in prayer, closed his eyes, and bowed his head. “...who was thanking the Gods for my talented tongue and cock when you ordered me to get my ass over here, like you were dying or some shit.”
“As you can see, I’m not dying, and no, it couldn’t wait,” I responded, chuckling at his usual dramatics. “If it could, I wouldn’t have called you until I was done.”
I motioned to the woman kneeling on the floor. Rarely did I mix business with pleasure, but today I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t push aside this delicate situation any longer, no matter how good Daniella’s mouth felt swallowing my cock. I should have told her to leave and handled my business—it was more important. Yet no one could fault me for not pushing her away. Not even my cousin, who smirked while I held her still so she gagged on my hardened length.
“You want to talk about this now?” Angelo smirked and sat back on a leather chair in my office, taking a sip of my expensive top-shelf whiskey. He nodded towards Daniella, kneeling between my parted thighs. “What makes you think I want to sit here and watch you get your dick sucked while I got pulled away from the pussy I was just minutes away from sinking balls deep into? Get rid of her so we can get down to why you ordered me here.”
“No one’s asking you to fucking watch, Angelo! Close your eyes, but tell me what the fuck I want to know. Daniella’s here for one thing and one thing only. She stays until I come.”
My grip on Daniella’s long, auburn hair tightened when she took me deeper into the warmth of her mouth, so deep the mushroom tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. The more she gagged and the deeper her manicured nails dug into the flesh of my thighs, the harder I got. She hummed her approval when my legs trembled.
Damn, that feels good.
If there was one good thing about Daniella, it was she knew how to suck dick. The sex was rather vanilla for my taste and so was the conversation, which was why she was only useful for doing this whenever I wanted it.
Angelo laughed but closed his eyes while I took a puff from my cigar, enjoying the feel of my cock moving in and out of her warm mouth, and the taste of the Gurkha Black Dragon coating my tongue.
So fucking close.
I raised my hips, forcing her to take all of me as deep as she possibly could. Her spit trickled down my shaft, soaking my nuts, while her tears dropped on my thighs. Damn, she was good. Too good for me to come so soon, but if she kept this up, I would have no other choice but to shoot my load into her mouth.
“Did he respond?” I asked, trying to push my fast-approaching orgasm from my mind. This was the third time I’d requested a meeting with Cyrus Lombardo, the Don of the Scuderi Family. I had a score to settle with the old man, and he knew the terms of my proposal.
Lombardo’s son had encroached on De Maio territory and caused disruption in my business, which in turn cost me shitloads of money. Money, I could recuperate, but it was the principle of the matter. And all I asked in return for letting him and his son live was the one thing Cyrus seemed reluctant to give up—his daughter.
Each time, the old man refused, even offering his nephew’s daughter, Francesca, instead. Of course, I turned him down. I wanted who I wanted, no questions asked, and I wanted Isabella Lombardo. Now, my patience was wearing thin. He’d refused to respond to my requests to finalize the deal. The Don had been given an out when the actions of his sons should have meant his death, and theirs.
Old man Lombardo hid his only daughter from the Five Families andus—the Camorra clans. It was as if she were a ghost. Only those within the Scuderi family knew of the mysterious woman, and they remained tight-lipped. It was said anyone who mentioned the woman and word got back to her father, he got rid of them. Permanently. Everyone outside of the Scuderi organization only knew her name and that she’d been sent to live away from the Lombardos. Nothing else. The reason was unknown.
Of course, rumors surrounded the mysterious Isabella Lombardo, from the way she looked to who her mother was. But I knew one thing and one thing only—she was mine and would be mine despite Cyrus’s attempts to keep me from her.
What she looked like or who her mother may have been wasn’t my concern. My sole goal was to have a piece of the Scuderi empire, and that would only be possible if I married Lombardo’s only daughter. Otherwise, to stake claim to the vast territory Lombardo controlled, I’d have to wipe out the entire Lombardo family. It could be done if needed, but I’d rather have the woman instead of going to war. And a death sentence of a Cosa Nostra Don would have to be sanctioned by the other heads of the Camorra clans.
Too much to go through when all he had to do was give me what I wanted.
“Vincenzo, he hasn’t responded to any of your requests for a meeting, and I don’t expect him to,” Angelo continued. “Cousin, are you sure you want to do this? We know nothing about her. For all we know, the woman doesn’t even exist.”
I wiped my face, frustrated with Cyrus’s blatant attempts to keep me from Isabella. What more did the man want? He was still breathing. His sons were still able to fuck their wives every night instead of them crying over their flower laden coffins. How much more lenient did he want me to be?
“Oh, she exists, or Lombardo wouldn’t be dodging me. He’s got his secrets when it comes to her. I’d be lying if I didn’t say the mystery surrounding her wasn’t intriguing, but whatever his secrets are doesn’t matter to me. I want her.”
“But why don’t you take him up on his offer of Francesca, instead? She’s a beautiful woman, has an ass to die for, and her voice—her voice is like that of a fucking siren. Her father won’t be a pain in your ass, either.”
“And how the fuck would you know anything about Francesca Lombardo?”
“I spent some time with her a few years back,” he said, taking another sip and shrugging like my closest confidant and cousin fucking the person he wanted me to marry shouldn’t be an issue. “She would make a great Donna and give you the heir you need.”
“Do you really think I would make her my wife after she’s fucked you and God knows who else in my clan? No, Angelo. While Francesca may be primed to be a Donna, she will not be mine. She can’t give me the access I need to Lombardo’s territory, and there’s no telling who she’s been with.”
“Does that really matter, Vin? We share women all the time, and you’ve never had a problem with it before.”
