Page 23 of The Mafia's Property

“Why?” Nico seemed to pull the question out of my head.

“Saccone’s men have been all over us lately,” Enrico’s gaze went to me for the first time since I entered the office.

“They’re like cockroaches,” Nico spat. His arm went over my shoulder. A gesture of protection? “You strike one and two spring up. Do you know who this guy is? Is he the capo?”

Enrico’s glances at me again. This time, he looked a little weary.

“Come on, you can talk. It concerns her as well,” Nico said.

“He’s not the capo. That guys seem… elusive. But according to my sources, he’s also one of Saccone’s men vying for the top job within the ranks of the Saccone family. If he consolidates the family, he could become the big boss, so he’s looking for a way to do that. I think he’s settled on vengeance. Kill one of us. He became well known as the person who avenged Saccone.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I blurted out. Here I am thinking the only danger I had to worry about was from these two.

“To get to us, he might need to get to you,” Enrico said. “I assume you don’t have any combat training?”

I shook my head.

“They might want to kidnap you and use you as ransom or kill you to anger us. Well, anger at Nico. It’s their playbook. They’ve done it before and that’s this guy’s favorite game, according to our informant.”

“Informant? Which one?”

Enrico looked away. “Dante’s.”

Nico nodded, but he didn’t seem fully satisfied with the answer. I couldn’t get into what that meant or if the tension I was sensing between them had anything to do with what we were talking about or something else. My mind was preoccupied. I had people after me! I thought I knew what I was getting into when I accepted this gig, but man was I out of my depth. You’re no longer in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. “What should I do?”

“Stay close,” Nico said.

“I’ll put guards on her.”

Nico shook his head. “It should be us. I love my men, but I don’t trust them. No one is joining a fallen kingdom, but the blood ties run deep between our men and Saccone’s men. We could have a rat, and who knows what happens? I won’t take the chance.”

Rico nodded. “We could take turns.”

The hand around my shoulder tightened. He didn’t look like he liked the idea of me being guarded by Enrico. And Enrico was perceptive enough to see it, too. “I’m not going to do anything to her, man. She’s not my type. But with us taking all this workload, we are going to need to take turns protecting her.” Last night said you’re a liar. I might not be his type, but some desire for me was there. I may be a virgin, but I know a thing or two about a hard cock and he was hard as a rock when he administered his ‘punishment.’ Was it bad when thinking about it made me hot? I wondered if he had any more punishments to give. If I were to spend more time with him, I might find— stop right there. He hates me and here I was fantasizing about being slapped by him. Had he unlocked a masochistic part of me, or had I always been this way?

“Fine,” Nico said, even though he didn’t sound okay. Did he sense something between us? I glanced at him. He must have read my thoughts, but that would be silly. Or… I thought back to the little touch session I gave myself last night after coming back from Enrico’s bedroom. Fuck. I had forgotten about the cameras.

Nico

RICO. SHE SHOUTED Rico’s name as she came. That image of Freya making herself come was burned in my mind like an erotic image that refused to be erased. She was lying on her bed, half-naked with only her skirt on, hiked to the knees. The camera angles showing me every part of her. The first camera, the one above her bed, showed me how amazingly beautiful tits bounced as she brought herself to pleasure. The second camera, situated directly opposite her bed, showed how her delicious little pussy had creamed into the sheets as she came. It brought what I saw her like at Lake Tahoe to shame. And in that last second, she screamed not my name, but fucking Rico.

I wasn’t expecting to see her all laid out like an erotic Christmas present when I tuned into her feed. Dante had left and Rico had gone to his room, disappointed that his team lost, so I thought, hey, why not watch a movie or something on my iPad. The offerings on the various streaming services being extremely bland, I ended up checking the monitoring app. A little stalkerish app our tech man made for us. It made us aware of everywhere our property was with a single swipe. I didn’t think I was going to do anything about other than look at her for five seconds, check to see she was asleep and close the app. But no. Instead, I got a gift. Freya lying on her bed in the midst of making herself come. Well, judging by how things ended, it was Rico’s gift, and I had stolen it from him.

Did she like him? Was that what it was? Being into someone who didn’t like you back was a very common reaction, but for that person to be someone who had time and time again stated how much he hated her was a little something I had to say.

Even now, as we sat in Dante’s office talking about her protection, her attention seemed to be more on him than it was ever on me. The minute she entered the room, her eyes went to him and never left. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want me to be there. From time to time, she would move her arms towards me or her hips would tilt slightly to an angle facing mine. But something was off. I don’t know how, but I had a sense something had gone on between the two. They both seem a little jumpy. Especially this morning when I caught them in the kitchen looking a little too cozy for two people who hate each other. But that’s only the first thing. Now this. Her life was in danger and Rico was offering to protect her. Why? He could have just let me do the job on my own. There was no need for him to protect her as well. But that wasn’t the funny part. The absolutely lap smacking section about this whole was that it’s ruse and Rico was trying to convince me of it. Well us, and Freya seems completely taken in. She’s buying every stupid lie dripping out of his mouth.

“Leave us,” I said, cutting off whatever Rico was about to say next. Freya looked startled, and Rico frowned. I must have come off abrupt. I plastered my warmest smile. “There are a few things we need to discuss alone,” I said to Freya. She nodded and got up. My gaze was on Rico and I did not fail to notice how his eyes were glued to her booty as she walked out of the office. Yeah, something was definitely going on.

“What’s this about?” I asked him as soon as the door closed.

“Saccone’s man trying to take back power. Bad survival instincts. I don’t know. My guess it’s the latter.”

“I’m not talking about the soldier who can barely count and is probably dead. That mugshot. Come on. You thought I wouldn’t recognize him. We wacked him during wartime. He’s probably buried with his fellow men in the desert. Skits probably put him there.”

“You must be mistaking him with--”

“Really? Twenty years of knowing each other, you lie to me now?” The fuck was going on. Why was he doubling down on a piss poor story? I could have come up with something better. Men after Freya. She’s Property nothing more. A step up from a goomah and a lot of steps below wife or girlfriend. No one was going to bother with her unless she was someone important and Freya, Las Vegas stripper, was not one of those people.

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