*Unknown POV*
“So, did Blanco agree or what?” I asked Ventura, making him sigh.
“Of course, he did.” He replied, taking a puff of his cigar.
“Good. With her out of the way—”
“You know Mattias only agreed because we promised not to touch her.” He told me, making me tighten the hold around my glass of whiskey.
“I know what we agreed. I’m not concerned about her. Unless she wants to fight me for her dad’s empire. Then I will have to get rid of my dear sister.” I said, chugging the contents of my drink before slamming it on my desk.
“My nephew said he would take her away, so you won’t have to worry about getting rid of her.” He continued, making me roll my eyes.
“Sure, sure.” I told him before standing up. “The other capos agreed to go to the casino to close the deal?” I asked him, leaning over his desk.
“No. They are panicking because Blanco is snooping around.” He said, coughing a few times because of the smoke.
“Useless fūckers. This will all end when I take over.” I sighed. “Just invite father dearest. He won’t suspect if he is there. We can call it an all capos pre-meeting gathering before the one in a few weeks.”
“You can’t go—”
“I fūcking know that.” I hissed, turning around. “How can a kidnapped person go to a meeting between capos?” I asked sarcastically before walking out of his office.
I can’t wait to get rid of my sperm donor and take over the empire. All these dumb fūckers will be next on my list too. Italy needs the new generation to officially take over. All these old fūckers are too soft and useless. Look at my father. Handing his own daughter over to save his so-called kidnapped son. A son that doesn’t want anything to do with him or that whōre of my mother.
“There you are.” Antonella whispered, licking her lips as she watched me closing the door.
“I was speaking with your father.” I replied as she rolled her eyes, getting up from the bed.
“Well talk to me.” She said, placing her hands on my chest. “Or don’t.” She smirked, ripping open my shirt.
I grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “You know the drill.” I told her, pushing her on the floor.
She quickly got to working, making me sigh when I felt her warm mouth wrap around my cōck.
*Alberto’s POV*
“How much longer?” Isa asked Bruno, making him chuckle.
“It hasn’t even been that long.” He replied as he pressed the needle against my skin before wiping it again. A process I have memorized after so many tattoos.
“It has been four hours.” She complained before I pulled her on my lap. “And I’m hungry.” She said, making me chuckle.
“Edgardo brought you a meatball sub two hours ago.” I told her as Bruno finished up the tattoo and did the final wipe.
“Yeah. So?” She asked as she leaned forward, licking my ear. “Now I’m double hungry.” She whispered, making me raise my brow.
“Why double?” I asked back while Bruno wrapped my forearm.
“Because now that I’m on top of you, I want to eat my next meal off your body.” She said as Bruno shook his head.
“Isa.” I warned her, making her smile.
“Yes, Padrino?” She asked innocently while I helped her to her feet. I gripped her neck tightly before leaning in.
“Your punishment keeps getting better and better.” I hissed in her ear, making her rub her legs together.
“Stop.” She whispered. “Did you forget I wasn’t wearing any underwear?” She asked as I gripped her hair tightly.
“How could I forget?” I retorted as I claimed her lips. Her lips that drove me crazy just like every other part of her body.
“Alberto.” Bruno interrupted, after clearing his throat. I immediately released Isa, turning around to him. “I only closed the shop until two in the afternoon. My next appointment texted me that he is on his way.”
“So? Push him back. Isa’s should be fast, right?” I asked him as he turned to Lynette.
“I can make it work.” She said, motioning us to follow her.
I looked at Bruno, making him sigh. “Fine. But stop fooling around. You’ll make it take longer than needed.” He said as Isa laughed, pulling my arm to follow her.
As soon as we entered the room, Lynette had Isa lay on the portable bed as she lifted her dress. Let me tell you how bad this idea was. Well, super bad.
My angel brought her knee up a bit so that Lynette could start working, but she only gave me a better view of her perfect pūssy. Dio I would take her like that. Right here and now.
“Are you okay?” Isa asked as she pressed her lips together.
“I’ll manage.” I replied, clearing my throat. I tried to take deep breaths to get my cōck to relax, but it was useless. It’s like he knows that Isa’s pūssy was nearby and it wasn’t going down until after it had cām inside or on her body.
I grabbed the chair in the corner, bringing it next to Isa before sitting down. That should hide my obvious hard on. Isa turned her face to me and smiled. Fūck her smile made my heart stop every time. I kissed her lips gently before pulling my phone out. I looked through emails and messages as Isa got tattooed how I owned her. That alone made me hard, so I had to focus on something else to get my cōck to calm the fūck down.
As soon as I clicked the messages, Francisco’s text came through.
Brother: Alberto, I’m sorry. Can we talk?
Me: I already told you that if you are not changing your mind, then no. I can’t believe you. I really can’t.
Brother: If we talked, you would understand.
Me: So talk.
Brother: All capos were invited to the casino tonight. Come with me and we can talk there.
I took a deep breath, looking at Isa. “What?” She asked with brows furrowed.
“Niente.” (Italian for “Nothing.”) I replied, making her look even more confused. I wouldn’t want to leave her alone on our first night in the house. That and I had to punish her.
Me: Maybe I will stop by tomorrow. I promised Isa a movie night at my house.
Brother: Alberto, please.
“Who are you texting so much?” Isa asked me, making me put my phone down.
“Your dad.” I replied, looking at her in the eyes.
“Why do you look so tense?” She asked, caressing my cheek.
“He wants to talk, but—”
“So do it.” She replied before I could finish.
“I’m not leaving you alone at the house and I promised you punishments. Nothing is saving you from that.” I whispered in her ear so Lynette couldn’t hear us.
“I can bring Penelope and Lucio to the house. Plus, you’ll have like a billion men securing the house. The punishments can wait for when you come back.” She smiled, biting her lips.
“If you are sleeping—”
“You’ll wake me up. I know.” She laughed, making me want to smack her asš, bend her over, and drill into that tight pūssy of hers.
‘Relax, Alberto. You’ll get lots of that tonight.’ I thought to myself.
“Fine. Only for one or two hours.” I told her before looking at my phone again.
Brother: Alberto?
Brother: Cazzo! Stop ignoring me.
Brother: Are you going to come or what?
Me: Fine. You have thirty minutes to explain.
Brother: Thank you. Am I picking you up at your place?
Me: No. I’ll go to yours.
Brother: Vedo che non sono il benvenuto a casa tua. (Italian for I see that I am not welcome in your home.)
Me: Forse dopo il nostro incontro. (Italian for Maybe after our meeting.)
Brother: If I didn’t know she was my daughter, I would think that my wife cheated on me with you.
Me: You know Isa is very important to me. I don’t understand your surprise.
Brother: I know. Maybe I’m just seeing things.
Me: I’m an asšhole, but I would never betray you with your wife.
Brother: I also know that. I will see you later.
I pocketed my phone instantly. I felt terrible. Yeah, I wasn’t fūcking his wife, but I was fūcking his daughter. A daughter they trusted me to watch over. To take care. And oh, how I was taking care of her.
There was no way I could tell him without him getting pissed. I mean I wouldn’t blame him because I would be pissed too.
“Almost done.” Lynette said as I nodded at her.
I wish Isa wasn’t his daughter. Things would be so much easier. I could take her to the shītty events with me as I hold her in my arms. We could do normal couple things. I could publicly make her my wife. That was why I wanted her body marked. It was like putting a ring on her, claiming her without actually having done it. Everyone would know she belonged to me. Or well, that she belonged to someone, at least.
“Done!” Lynette told us as my phone vibrated.
“The keys to your new home have just been delivered.” Edgardo texted me, making me smile up at Isa.
“Guess where I am taking you now.” I told her as Lynette helped her stand.
“To eat.” She laughed, making me shake my head. Oh, she was definitely eating some meat as soon as she stepped foot in that door.