Page 42 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

I headed back into my office, all my friends still there. It wasn’t as if they could have left; not unless they wanted a first row seat with a show while I ate my wife’s pussy.

“I thought someone said your wife was a meek pianist?” Of course, it would be Luca to fucking edge me on. “And here she is threatening to kill us all.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered. My wife's sweetness lingered on my tongue, my cock rock-hard for her. It has been a permanent side effect from the moment I’ve found her and getting worse by the minute.

“She hasn’t forgiven you?” Cassio asked the unnecessary question.

“No.” I had a feeling she’d never forgive me. I wouldn’t have. None of the men in the room would have forgiven such an offense, so why would I expect anything else from my wife?

“Are you sure you want to sleep in the same room?” Alessio questioned. “She might kill you in your sleep. She hates your guts.”

I glared at him, hating his guts right this second for telling the truth. “Fuck you, asshole.”

Alessio chuckled like the bastard he was. “I’m good. Although, you might want to keep your woman under you all night. From the sounds we just heard, she seems to be receptive to you in that arena.”

“I might shoot you one of these days,” I growled at him but a grin played on my lips. He was right. Grace was receptive when I pleasured her. She had been avoiding me from the moment she set foot back in my house. She either clung to her son, my father, or hid who the fuck knows where. Besides, she had to get over her jet lag too.

“Don’t pay attention to Alessio,” Nico chimed in. “He’s just jealous because he can’t get his dick into the woman he wants.”

Alessio promptly flipped him the bird. We all knew the story. He touched what was forbidden and now he craved more. It would seem all of us had rough starts with our women. Nico was no different.

“I swear, watching you guys makes me grateful not to deal with women on a longer than one night basis,” Luca retorted dryly.

“Your time is coming, brother.” Cassio smirked at his younger sibling. “And I look forward to seeing you squirm.”

It was Luca’s turn to flip the bird at his older brother. “Hold your breath, brother. See how well it works out.”

Cassio flipped him two birds. Here we were, men almost in our forties, and we were so mature we were flipping each other middle fingers.

“Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Alphonso and what he is doing?”

Nico grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the Kings.”

Nico, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone. We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal. Except that his family fucked him over - it certainly seemed a running theme around here.

“We are all ears,” I told my friend.

“Now take this with a grain of salt since there is no hard evidence,” Nico started. “The Romano family is old, they go back at least two centuries here in the States. So does the King family.” Cassio nodded. We all knew that the King family ran the criminal underworld in Europe, and when they migrated here, they continued the same path, establishing their territory. “The story was there was some bad blood between your ancestors back in Europe. The Romano family were wealthy and amongst nobility. A Romano daughter fell for one of the Kings while both families still lived in Europe. Once the Romano head found out, they hunted the man down and hung him. They considered them lower class. Shortly after, the Kings migrated to the States and established themselves. Revolutions swept through Europe and the Romano family lost pretty much everything. When they migrated, unfortunately for them, they landed in the King’s territory. Anyhow, the agreement was made between the head of the King family and Romano family. Each generation would provide one woman, a belle, to the King family. As compensation for the man the Romano family killed.”

“What the fuck-” Cassio grumbled. “Are you fucking shitting us? Because I am not in the mood for stupid stories.”

“No, I am quite serious. I’m still digging, but it turns out the King family saw an opportunity. They expanded that agreement to some other families too. Some are one-time deals, others longer term deals. The problem is finding evidence to support this.”

“So where did you hear this?” I questioned him. I had to side with Cassio here. It sounded like some damn fairy tale. And not a good one either.

“Of all the people, from my mother.”

“And you believe her?” Cassio asked, his voice doubtful. Nico’s mother wasn’t exactly a role model.

“It was actually something I heard even when I was a kid, from my grandmother.” Nico was fucking serious. “Apparently my great-grandfather hit a financial snafu and needed money. He was approached by one of your ancestors, Cassio, and was offered a bailout, in return for one of the belles in our family for two generations. My grandfather told him to go fuck himself, and that was it.”

The meaning of it hung heavy in the air. This was something completely different to human smuggling.

“What do they do with women? They really marry a mobster?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “They offer them for sale. You know, fancy upbringing and good pedigree fetches a high price among men in our world.” Yes, we all knew we were bastards. “But the word is that belles from the Romano family have been fetching the largest sum for centuries. And about hundred years ago, the Romano family got into human trafficking, led by their great-great grandmother. And guess who she teamed up with?” I had a suspicion but it was hard to believe all this shit. “You got it. With Cassio’s ancestors. The Romano family offered a perfect, legitimate front.”

“They were no longer required to offer their daughters?” All this churned my stomach.

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