Page 60 of Labria

New York’s capo Nikoli LaGrassa wants to explore the drug trade in Jersey. We can easily be the biggest suppler if we expanded. We were already the leading supplier in the five boroughs.

I left my seat in clear view of Lolita’s hoo-ha and went to the rear of the plane and sat next to Punchy. I stayed there with him and my other two security guards as we mapped out how I was going to navigate Saturday when I had to conduct business around the city.

After we landed, I went directly to Nicco’s condo in Manhattan. Having properties in different states was always a plus. I was tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I had more than a few drinks with Lolita. She wanted to stay the night before going back to Staten Island.

We talked for hours and despite her desperation; she was a smart woman who knew a lot of medical things. She seemed to be a decent woman. She had a lot going for her, so it was strange that none of these wiseguys wanted to make her his wife. There were plenty of unmarried made men. There had to be something wrong with her.

It was well past midnight when I went to sleep. Lolita stayed out chatting with Punchy. I thought about calling Bria, but it was too late. She hadn’t called or texted me after the interrogation before I left for New York. I can’t go home without something expensive. I heard women liked that French Birkin handbag. I have to get her one.

It felt like she didn’t trust me. Maybe she found proof I took her birth control pills. She couldn’t have figured out I replaced them with vitamins. That was one of the perks of being in the drug trade. I could get any kind of pills and money can buy a person that can duplicate the packaging. It was very controlling to force a pregnancy on her, but I have always been this way. After all this time, she’s smart enough to know I always win and I don’t take no for an answer.

I’ve given her almost everything she’s wanted, and she has to give me a child, preferably a son, but a healthy baby would be my first choice. I’d paid the housekeeper to be on the lookout for any signs of menstruation and pregnancy. As long as she was bleeding, she wasn’t with child. Paying someone to keep track of her cycle was manipulative, but I wanted what I wanted.

It only took me minutes to fall asleep. I was wasted. I knew I was going to pass out, and that’s the reason I left from downstairs and literally crawled to bed.

I was dreaming, and this dream seemed real. I was getting a blowjob from a supermodel. I didn’t know her name because I didn’t know insignificant things like that. But she was on the cover of Sports Illustrated a few years back.

It had to be all the alcohol I consumed at the restaurant, on the plane and at this place that was causing me to have such a vivid dream. My body had almost stopped breathing. I could feel the wetness of my dream girl’s tongue. She was taking me deep into her throat.

Fantasy girl started sucking me hard and fast. She tightened her lips and sunk lower and lower on the barrel of my cock. Shit! My muscles stiffen as I was preparing to explode in this no-name model’s wet mouth.

This was a pretty wonderful dream. I lifted up to look down at this random model. Shit! That’s when I noticed her. Lolita looking at me while she was bobbing up and down my concrete pole.

Fuck! It was too late to push her off. I couldn’t hold on any longer. With a heavy grunt, I blasted into her mouth. After a few seconds, she released my cock.

I was wide-awake now, staring at the ceiling and feeling like I’d been beat at my own game. Every time I come, it feels good. But not like this. I did things on my own terms. I didn’t like to lose. I would’ve never initiated this. She probably knew that, and that’s why she snuck into my room.

I looked back at her, and she was giving me her best Cheshire cat smile. She got me. She was sneaky.

“What are you doing?” I glared at her.

She crawled on the bed beside me. “I’m coming to keep you warm.”

“Get out of my bed.” I calmly but forcefully said. Did she think we were going to cuddle?

“Why?”

“You can’t sleep in here.”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out.” I turned my back on her and lay on my side. I felt her weight leave the bed once she realized I wasn’t joking. I’d hurt her little feelings. I didn’t care. This was not the way.

Lolita slammed the bedroom door like a rejected toddler. And once again, I didn’t care. I was the underboss. I was the number two. I wiped my cock with the bedsheet. Closing my eyes, I powered down and went right back to sleep.

When morning broke, she was gone. Punchy told me she took an Uber. He didn’t have many details, but he said she was angry. It’s a shame, really. I sort of liked her. She was funny, but doing anything without my permission was frowned upon. Lolita should be grateful all she got was rejected. I would make it up to her at a later date. I wasn’t finish playing games with her.

I showered and dressed. I had meetings with Nikoli and his trusted high-ranking soldiers. I was greeted and treated well when we met. He didn’t know how I treated his sister and if he did; he didn’t care. Of all the men under his command, Adrian Ruffino was the only one that stood out to me.

Business went on for hours. This was Nikoli’s town, and he was hellbent on giving me a tour. After visiting a few of his distribution warehouses, we headed out. It was time to unwind and have food and a few drinks. It was also a celebration of the expansion into Jersey.

Our entire entourage pulled up in the parking lot of a place called Taste of Heaven. The building looked newly renovated, and the lot was freshly paved. It wasn’t at all what I envisioned. We all spilled out of the vehicles and made our way to the front door.

Nikoli led the way. He’d left some of his security at home because I had my own. The armed bouncer at the door took a step aside and nodded as we entered. A stage, a bar, loud music, tables, back rooms and, of course, the infamous stripper pole. The place was packed. Which meant Nikoli knew how to run a business.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had stepped inside a strip club. No, I could. It had to be back in Cambridge when I was in college. This place was upscale compared to what I’d seen of gentlemen’s clubs when I was a young man. This place was nice, but I didn’t miss this atmosphere.

This was Nikoli’s pride and joy. This was where he was king, and I let him have that. Tomorrow night, I would be back in Vegas.

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