*Alberto’s POV*
“Don’t fūcking test my patience.” I muttered in her ear, tempted to bite it gently.
The hand that was not gripping on to her neck, was inching to wrap around her. Was it bad that I could imagine myself ripping her tight lace top off, right here and then, so I could feel her perky tīts?
“What happens if I test your patience, Padrino?” She asked, making me gulp. “Will you spank me?” She asked as she sucked on her bottom lip. That could mean so many things, but fūck did I want to spank her in a non-reprimanding kind of way.
“Isa!” Someone called before the doorknob jiggled. I released her in a heartbeat, grabbing the nearest gun and pulling away, so it would look like an innocent encounter.
Isa turned around and sighed. “What are you doing here, Mattias?” She asked as I saw from my peripheral side the asšhole approach her.
I gritted my teeth to not rip the asšhole up when he wrapped his arms around my angel.
I pretended to grab a few things as I listened to their interaction.
“My dad was meeting with yours.” He told her before claiming her lips, making me close my eyes to control my breathing.
It didn’t last long because I heard the moment she pushed him off. “What the fūck, Mattias? You know I don’t do the whole public display shīt.” She huffed, taking a few steps closer to me.
I could tell he was about to say something back, but she pointed at me. “You remember my godfather?” She asked him while I turned to them.
“Ah, Padrino.” He said with a fake smile. “I didn’t see you there.” Right, fūcker. Because I’m going to believe that bullshīt.
“My name is Alberto.” I stated before caressing Isa’s head. “Only my angel can call me Padrino.” I continued before glaring at him.
“Right, Alberto. I don’t think we properly met yesterday.” He said, raising his hand. I thought about leaving him hanging, but you know how the saying goes. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
I extended my hand, tightly squeezing his as he repeated his name. His glare told me that my hold was uncomfortable if not painful. Did I say I wanted to keep him close? I changed my mind because he is as good as dead anyway.
“Did you find her, Mattias?” A woman about the same age as my angel asked, walking right in.
“Yup! She’s right here.” He told her as I released his hand while he pulled Isa into his arms.
“Oh, and who is this?” The woman asked, licking her lips, making me raise a brow at the slūt.
“None of your business, Valentina.” Isa hissed, pulling away from the fūcker.
“He is fine as fūck, and if he is available, then totally my business.” She said, winking at me as she walked further into the room.
“Well he doesn’t like women, so—” Isa countered, pursing her lips. I glared at Isa. She knows damn well that I’m fully into pūssy, no offense to women and men that like cōck. Mine is enough for me.
“Oh, I would love to watch!” She said, wiggling her brows, forcing Isa to grip her arm.
“Can you not be such a whōre for five minutes?” She asked through clenched teeth.
“Me? You—” They were bickering when I yelled over them.
“That’s enough!” I growled, making them both shut their mouths and look at me. I swear that anything my angel does, makes her look beautiful. Even standing there with her mouth closed and arms crossed. “I’m not gay, but I’m also not interested.” I told my angel’s little blonde frenemy.
The asšhole cleared his throat before grabbing Isa’s arm. “Let’s go. I can have the chauffeur take us to my place.”
“No, I’m staying. I came with my padrino.” She muttered, avoiding meeting my eyes again.
“You told me that you would come over to pick up your car.” He said through gritted teeth.
They bickered back and forth while I pulled out my phone, quickly texting Edgardo.
Me: Find out Isa’s friend’s last name. First name, Mattias. Get his address and go pick Isa’s car up. Isa’s mom should have his information. You have ten minutes.
Him: Si, Capo.
When I looked up, I found the asšhole, gripping Isa’s arm tightly as she struggled to get out of it. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at him in a heartbeat. No one was touching my angel except for me.
“You have three seconds to release my goddaughter.” I said through clenched teeth. Did I need three seconds? I think the fūck not.
I was about to pull the trigger when Francisco walked in.
“What the fūck is going on here?” Some other fūcked asked. I couldn’t see him because he was so short that Francisco’s body hid him as they entered the room.
“Santoro, I’m sure Morello has a good explanation. Right, Alberto?” Francisco asked with an amused smile. He knew damn well that I gave explanations to no one.
I pulled the gun away from the fūcker’s head before placing it in my holster. He was lucky they walked in when they did and that I didn’t want to cause Francisco any unnecessary problems. “It was a misunderstanding, Papa.” Isa said, standing in front of me.
“See? A misunderstanding.” Francisco chuckled, patting Santoro on the shoulder.
“Son?” Santoro asked him, making my jaw tick. He had the fūcking nerve to question my angel. Clearly, the father is next on my list. Yet on the bright side, I had the fūcker’s last name now.
“It was a misunderstanding, as Isa stated. Right, Padrino?” The fūcker asked me, forcing me to hold back from slitting his throat.
I ignored them all, walking right out of the room. I needed to break something, fūck someone, or kill someone to get this anger out. I walked right to my Maserati. I was about to open the door when Isa and Francisco called out for me.
“Are you leaving so soon?” Francisco asked as he approached me.
“Yeah. Isn’t that what it looks like?” I retorted, making him chuckle.
“The older you get, the crankier you become.” He said, making Isa giggle.
“Maybe he needs something to distract him.” Isa said, twirling her finger in her hair, making Francisco nod. I tried not to let my eyes linger for long because I just wanted to bend her over and fūck her hard.
“Take Isa. She knows where to have fun. Unfortunately, I have lots of work. We can talk about what I wanted to discuss with you later when we both get to the house.” He said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “I hope she doesn’t tōrture you too much.” He chuckled before kissing Isa’s forehead and walking back into the building.
“I will see what places allow a forty year old man to enter.” Isa teased as she pretended to think, making me roll my eyes.
“Thirty nine.” I clarified, making her throw her head back, laughing. Damn it. Why was she so fūcking beautiful? Can she not do something that will make me want to fūck her?
“I’m sure you are lying about your age, old man.” She said, as she tried to control her laugh.
I grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her into my chest. “You would be surprised by everything this old man can do.” I whispered, leaning closer to her face, causing her heart rate to pick up.
I was playing in dangerous waters. I was teasing her. I was making my cōck even harder. And there was no way to cover our proximity this time.
She gulped before pulling away. “Move over, lover boy.” She said over her shoulder as she grabbed the car handle.
I grabbed her by the hair, bringing her closer again. “What are you doing?” I asked with brows furrowed.
“I’m driving, of course. I suck at giving directions.” She said before leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth.
Fūck. The moment I leave with her from here, I know I’m bound to eat out of the forbidden fruit. Because there is no way that spending the rest of the day with her and with our teasing, that I will be able to keep my hands to myself.