Page 8 of The Mafia's Property

“If he’s not asleep right now, he’s deep into Corina’s pussy, I don’t think he wants to hear my voice,” I said making my way to the tray in the corner and pouring a glass of the light brown liquid from the decanter.

“I wonder why you aren’t doing the same. There’s delectable pussy in this apartment and you don’t even want to taste it.”

“Not my type. Pass.”

Rico’s resistance to Freya would be interesting if I wasn’t as tired as I am right now. I don’t think I’ve seen him this opposed to any woman before. Not even Maeve. Yes, Rico has specific tastes, but he would be lying if he said she wasn’t up his alley. He thinks I don’t notice, but I caught how he was staring at her through the rear-view mirror on our way here. He stared at her tits for so long I was afraid he would drive us off the road.

“Good.” I took another sip of the drink, appreciating the way the alcohol burns down my throat. “More for me.” As I placed the glass on the table, I noticed a stack of papers next to his laptop. “Is that the contract?”

Rico nodded without looking up. I grab it and flip through it. There’s a tiny scrawl of initials at the bottom of each page which I assumed is Freyas and to prove that assertion, I saw she’s signed her name on the last page. “She signed the damn thing without protest?”

Rico nodded again. “It’s probably the easiest money she’ll ever make in her life. Why wouldn’t she sign?”

“You as if you’ve never been with a woman who doesn’t have three degrees.”

He shut down the laptop and leaned back in his chair. “Don’t you think something’s off?”

“As in?” She wasn’t our usual type, not sophisticated or born with a silver spoon shoved up her ass, but she had some charm to her, I find endearing. Rico doesn’t know her, that’s the problem. He doesn’t want to know her. Unlike him, I have been there throughout the process and had heard her well-thought out and charming responses. She might not know what a college campus looked like, but she has a brain bigger than any woman I’ve met before.

“You’re the one who talked to the capo. What if she’s one of his girls?”

“Saccone’s? Come on. I vetted her myself. She might have worked for Saccone, but only at his club. There’s no connection. Trust me, I checked.” When her background info had popped up with Saccone’s club on it, I was skeptical, so I went to the club to see for myself. She was a dancer, that’s for sure. She preferred performing in a glass cube and, according to the club manager, did not do private performances. I had to watch her from afar just like everyone else and through that time, I got a little infatuated with her. Her moves were mesmerizing. The world would disappear the minute she started performing. Her body was the definition of sensual. And even though she danced with nothing but a tiny thong and pasties, she moved elegantly like a ballerina.

There were two other cubes besides hers with other dancers, but every pair of male eyes was on her. The first time I saw her, I came back to the apartment with a boner and did something I hadn’t done since high school. I jerked off. Twice. Once on my bed thinking how hard I would drill her into the sheets and once more in the shower, thinking of all the ways I would fuck her against the glass. I didn’t know it then, but Freya, or Cherish as she liked to call herself on stage, was going to occupy a space in my brain from then on till now. After that first show, I made sure she went through every interview process, even the ones she failed. I investigated everything about her. What she did when she was not working, she loved going to those touristy Vegas shows. Her friends—she had few—and if she had a boyfriend. She had none. She lead the life of a typical normy. A civilian through and through. Nothing related to the criminal underworld.

“You could have missed something,” Rico said.

“Freya is not working for that stupid little capo. And even if she was, nothing would come of it, because he’s a few feet beneath the desert now.” I replied a little too abruptly. Either his suspicions were getting on my nerves or I was tired. It’s probably both.

“And if Saccone’s capo is not working alone? If there are others he’s working with?”

The possibility was there, but this conversation was getting more irritating as time passed. Instead of arguing with my brother, I could be enjoying Freya right now. “God, you and Dante are such cock blockers,” I said, before downing the rest of my drink. “I’m done with this. I’m going to see the new Property, who is not a spy for a crumbling empire.”

Rico mumbled something, but I don’t catch it. I was already making my way out of his office. I went to my room first to remove my bloody clothes and clean myself up. Gingerly and a little too excited for someone past their eighth birthday, I used the connecting door to enter her bedroom and tiptoed to her bed. She was sound asleep. She made soft breathing sounds and looked so peaceful and innocent as her chest slowly rose and fell. A spy? The notion was stupid. She looked more innocent now than she did earlier or during all those times she danced in that glass cube. Like a tempting nymph. I’m forced to see her differently, making my original reason for coming here selfish. I was dreaming of her tasting her lips, that I forgot she might be tired. With that, I went back to my room, but try as I might, I found it hard to sleep. My mind regurgitated Rico’s words every time I closed my eyes. Fuck him for putting doubts in my mind. After some tossing and turning, sleep finally got me.

As soon as I woke up, I took a shower, get dressed and went to her room. She’s still asleep when I enter. I sit down beside her on the bed. I’m not sure what my intention of coming in here is. Maybe kiss her beautiful blond hair-framed or maybe her face or maybe continue watching her sleep like a creepy stalker. But before I could even think of doing anything, her eyes flutter open and then she jolts upward. “You’re a light sleeper,” I said, more to myself than to her. She looked beautiful and sexy that I almost wanted to kiss her good morning, but I was a little miffed that she’s chose to wear silk pajamas. It wasn’t an article of clothing I had bought for her, but something that I was part of the wardrobe the shopping assistant I hired had got. It means nothing, of course, but I’m struck with this deep need to see her in the stuff that I chose for her.

“Morning,” she said in a raspy sexy voice and energy is fired straight to my cock making me instantly hard. Being with her was going to be difficult if it meant having a constant boner in her presence. Am I the only one who feels like this or does Rico feel the same way? It might be he’s getting constant boners as well. It would explain his hatred. Rico hates what he can’t control.

I wondered what their interactions were like from her perspective. Rico said he didn’t like her, but he might be lying. Not that he’s ever lied to me before. He’s straightforward to a fault. I ask her how her interactions with Rico were, and she gives me a similar spiel to Rico’s. Looks like she didn’t like him either. Part of me is glad. If Rico doesn’t want her, then she’s all mine. She’s here for a reason, though. I shouldn’t forget that. After she’s served her purpose, then I will let her go. But in the meantime, I could have some fun with her.

“Get up and get ready. We have somewhere we need to go,” I said to her, already making my way to her closet. I pick an outfit that I’ve been dreaming of seeing her in ever since I bought it, and throw it on her bed. She looked a little dumbfounded as she asked, “Where are we going?”

“That’s for you to find out,” I replied and left her before I mauled her on that bed. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I didn’t want to do it like a brute. If I was going to be with her, I was going to take my time and make it good for both of us. She was trying not to show it, but there was a hesitancy to her whenever we talked. Almost as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing. I hope I don’t scare her. I never got that energy from her, but I have to admit that my name and the name of my family carry a reputation, especially in this town. Well, she has nothing to fear from me. And to prove that to her, I will try my best to make her feel welcome. The job is up to me, because Rico sure as hell is not going to.

We had our apartment above one of our hotels, practically connected to it. I made a call to the hotel kitchen. The head chef, a man known for his fiery reputation, but had been nothing but cordial to me, answered the phone. “Can you bring up—”

My dumb ass didn’t ask her what kind of breakfast she wanted. Fuck it. I ordered every breakfast item on the menu. Why not? The chef sounded a little annoyed, but didn’t say anything other than, “It will be delivered sir.”

A few minutes later, servers came in rolling trays of food. By the time they finished bringing everything in, the food practically filled the counter. Rico entered the kitchen just as I was giving the servers a tip. He raised an eyebrow as his gaze scanned the multiple food options. “Are we hosting a brunch I wasn’t aware of?” he asked.

“Didn’t know what she wanted, so I ordered everything,” I replied.

He scoffed, picked a croissant, some bacon, poured himself a cup of coffee, and left. I refrained from rolling my eyes. I wondered if he left early because he didn’t want to be in the same room as her. As soon as the doors close behind him, she came in. My heart skipped a bit. I don’t remember being nervous in the presence of a woman before. She looked even better in clothes than out of them. Or maybe she looked better in both. Honestly, I couldn’t tell. But what I knew for sure is that I wanted to feel those supple curves in my hands. Without thinking, I closed the distance between us and placed a kiss on her lips. It was meant to be a small kiss. But when my lips touched the pillowy softness of hers, a chaste kiss was inadequate. Not when she responded with the same enthusiasm I was feeling. Not when she tasted so sweet. My hands went to her waist and pulled her against me. I turned us around and pushed the food on the counter away to make space before I lifting her up and placing her next to a basket of bread rolls.

I should have done this yesterday, I thought to myself, but I must have said it out loud, because she moaned something intelligible in response. It ignited a drive in me to take her. Fuck the waiting. I had to have her. Right here, right now. Her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils as my mouth went to her neck, driving me insane with need, hardening my resolve.

My hands were all over her and everywhere I touched, I elicited a response from her. My hands slid down from her chest to her thighs, and right to her center where— is that a barrier? Underwear? I pulled back. “What’s this?” I asked, the haze slowly clearing. She looked a little disoriented and surprised by my reaction. Did Rico not tell her? Probably not considering how he didn’t want anything to do with her. I have a no underwear policy specified in the contract. She must have read it, since she signed the damn thing, so I made it clear to her again and ripped off the offending underwear. She gasped.

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