*Alberto’s POV*
“Francisco.” I hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled me towards the poker table.
“Alberto, it’s only for a few minutes.” He replied, shaking his head.
“Sono venuto solo per parlare. Lo sai, cazzo.” (Italian for “I just came to talk. You fūcking know that.”) I said, stopping in my tracks.
“Scared of losing, Morello?” Santoro asked, blowing out the smoke in his mouth, making my jaw tick.
“I promise we will talk in a few minutes, but we haven’t been out together in a while. Do this for me.” Francisco stated, clapping my back before calling the waiters over.
Before I could reply, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I immediately fetched it, walking off to read the message.
Unknown: What a nice family reunion. Enjoy it while it lasts.
This mother fūcker is really starting to piss me off. I locked my phone, slipping it back in my pocket before turning to Francisco.
“Ecco il tuo whisky, Fratello.” (Italian for “Here’s your whiskey, Brother.”) He said, handing me the round glass.
“Giocherai?” (Italian for “Will you be playing?”) Santoro asked with an amused smile before bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips.
“Come on, Alberto.” Francisco said, taking the furthest seat to the right.
I lifted the whiskey back to my lips, gulping down the desire of telling them to fūck off. My eyes immediately met Edgardo’s as he walked into the casino. He walked over to us, stopping right next to Santoro’s and Francisco’s men. I took a deep breath, pulling the middle chair out and taking a seat in between them.
If I wanted to take down the enemy, then I had to start off by getting to know them. Too bad the fūcker’s son wasn’t here too.
I rolled my neck before making eye contact with Edgardo again. “Quaranta.” (Italian for “Forty.”) I mouthed as he dipped his chin, walking off to get me the cash for the hand.
“So, Morello.” Santoro muttered, puffing in the smoke of his cigar before straightening up. “Word on the street is that you purchased a home here.” He stated, forcing me to clench my teeth as my stern glare moved towards Francisco.
“News travels fast when you are in the business.” He mumbled, gulping down his whiskey before calling for another with his hand. That may be true, but I thought he had a bit more control over how the information moves like I had back home.
“Does that mean Morello will be running these streets again?” Santoro asked, making me turn back to him as my grip on my glass tightened.
Edgardo walked back with the cash, handing it to the dealer so he could place the chips in front of me.
“What I do isn’t of your concern.” I replied, making him chuckle.
“You seem so tense. Listen, Morello. What happened before is forgotten already. Right, Blanco?” He asked Francisco as Francisco cleared his throat before nodding. “See? I’m sure we can talk business, but first—” He was saying when he motioned with his hands behind me.
I was about to tell the fūcker off when I felt seductive hands slide down my arms, making me look at them with clenched teeth. I grabbed the slūt’s hands off me just as another topless bītch climbed on my lap. Days ago, I would have been all for it so I could relax, but not anymore. Not when I had a goddess at home waiting to be spanked.
I grabbed the other slūt’s wrists about to push her off, when Santoro continued speaking. “Mattias.” He announced, making my eyes follow his, only to feel my hands clench into tight fists.
My eyes instantly locked with hers. My angel’s. She was glaring at the bītch on my lap, reminding me what the fūck was going on before she walked in. And what the fūck was she doing with Santoro’s son? That son of a bītch.
“Isa, baby. What are you doing here?” Francisco asked, standing on his feet to meet her.
I took the opportunity to get the bītches off me before standing up myself. I glanced toward Santoro, who put out his cigar before making the first bet of five thousand euros. I fixed my glare toward Edgardo as he grabbed his phone, walking off to find out what the fūck happened.
I turned to find Santoro’s son, wrapping his fūcking arms around my angel’s waist, making my blood boil. I was about to walk toward them when Santoro cleared his throat. “Are we starting this game or what?” He asked with a sinister smile.
*Isadora’s POV*
“I can’t believe I let you convince me to come with you. Capo and Edgardo are going to kill me.” Penelope mumbled from beside me on the Uber. “And this fūcking dress.” She complained further.
“If Edgardo’s upset then that’s a good thing.” I said, smirking her way. “Maybe you’ll finally ride that dīck. I mean once he sees you, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.” I laughed, throwing her a kiss.
“I guess you’re right.” She said with a shrug. “It wouldn’t hurt to give the man some motivation. But when I get killed because of you, I want pink flowers all over my casket.”
“Stai zitto. Non stai morendo.” (Italian for “Shut up. You aren't dying.”) I laughed, shaking my head as the car came to a halt.
We immediately climbed out of the car as she pulled me closer. “And you are fūcking crazy to even get in an Uber when you are the mafia princess. Like can we say, ‘kidnap’ much.” She said, shaking her head.
“I’m locked and loaded bītch. We should be fine.” I replied, rolling my eyes before I felt strong arms wrap around my waist.
“I’m so glad you could make it, baby girl.” Mattias purred in my ear, making me shiver and not in a pleasant way.
“Listen, Mattias—” I was saying when Penelope cleared her throat.
“I have to use the bathroom.” She whispered awkwardly as she motioned for the door.
Mattias nodded towards the men securing the entrance to allow her to enter the casino.
“You were saying?” He asked, leaning forward to claim my lips, but I turned my face before his lips could touch mine.
“Let’s just go inside.” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me.
“We will talk, right?” He asked with brows furrowed as we walked through the doors.
“Yeah. I said we would. Didn’t I?” I replied, making him smile.
As soon as we walked through the casino, I spotted the table with Padrino, my dad, and Mattias’ dad. I felt my hands shake in anger as soon as I noticed the topless bītches touching and sitting on Padrino. I just wanted to take my gun out and shoot them both down for touching what was mine.
One of the whōres was moving her hands up and down Padrino’s toned chest that was covered in that tight, black button down while she moved her asš on his lap. He had one of his strong hands wrapped tightly around the other whōre’s wrist, the same hand that was fingering me earlier. Just thinking about his hands has my pūssy aching to be touched.
“Mattias.” Santoro called to him with a smile, making my heart stop momentarily when I noticed Padrino’s eyes moving towards us.
I focused on the whōres on his lap when his eyes met mine. I thought he was coming to talk to my dad not to have fun with the hired whōres.
“Isa, baby. What are you doing here?” Dad asked, making his way towards me, forcing me to look away from Padrino.
“Mattias wanted to talk.” I replied, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
“Oh.” Dad said, clearing his throat. “Good for you.” He mumbled, unconvincingly, looking between the two of us.
Mattias smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist, making me stiffen. If Mattias keeps on touching me, I’m sure Padrino won’t think twice before putting a bullet through his head. My eyes found Padrino’s, making my breath hitch. Yup. Mattias is a dead man.
“Are we starting this game or what?” Mattias’ dad asked, just in time to stop Padrino’s murderous intentions.