***WARNING | BRIEF STEAMY SCENE***
*Alberto’s POV*
“Join us, Mattias.” Santoro told his son, patting the seat next to him.
It took everything in me not to pull my gun from my back and place a bullet in each of their heads. Especially when that asšhole pulled my angel with him to the table.
“Solo un gioco, padre.” (Italian for “Only one game, father.”) He said, taking the seat his father motioned before his eyes found mine. “I promised my girl we’d spend the night together.”
I swear on everything, I was fūcking seconds from creating chaos, but Isa cleared her throat before speaking. “You know that’s not—” She was saying, but the fūcker pulled her on his lap and placed his disgusting lips on hers, making her shift away uncomfortably.
Even though I was mentally planning every second of this asšhole’s tortūre, I felt Francisco stiffen at my side. It was obvious that he didn’t like this shīt any more than me, making me even more confused about the fūcking agreement to marry her off.
“Now, now, Mattias. You know only whōres are allowed at the table. You don’t want Isa to be labeled as a whōre, do you? Your future wife shouldn’t even be in a place like this in the first place. There is only one place for women.” Santoro announced, taking a drink from his whiskey.
I was about to curse the fūcker out when Francisco slammed his hands against the poker table. It was enough for Mattias to release his tight hold on Isa, allowing her to stand from his fūcking lap. I turned to Edgardo, silently ordering him to get my men ready. I didn’t fūcking mind going to war right fūcking now.
“It is the last time you talk like that in front of my daughter. Whether or not she is to marry your son, she is a Blanco. She is the heir to all Blanco businesses that run this continent. Meaning she can go any-fūcking-where she wants.” Francisco growled through clenched teeth, reminding me why we were brothers in the first place.
“Francisco, you know I meant no offense. This just isn’t a place for a lady like my daughter-in-law. Us, men deal with negotiations and other things in places like these. Women don’t need to see that.” Santoro said with a soft chuckle, officially triggering the last ounce of control I had.
I pulled out my gun, placing it on the poker table before turning my glare to him. “Maybe Francisco won’t put a bullet through your head, but I have no fūcking problem to do it for him.” I said with such a calm voice that even I was surprised to accomplish, considering how pissed off I was. Even the fact that I announced it before actually killing the asšholes is so unlike me.
“Non capisco la tua iperprotezione nei confronti del fidanzato di mio figlio.” (Italian for “I don't understand your overprotectiveness for my son's fiance.”) He expressed with a smug smile like his fūcking life wasn’t hanging by a thread.
“I already told you that he is her godfather.” Francisco replied with a deep sigh, but something in the fūcker’s eyes told me that he knew.
“I suppose you are right.” He sighed dramatically, making my jaw clench tighter as I watched him gulp the remainder of his drink.
I looked up at Isa, finding her staring nervously between her father and me. “I will be right back.” She told her father, but I knew she was letting me know. She knew she was in deep shīt as it was and wasn’t going to push my buttons further.
“You aren’t leaving, are you?” Mattias asked her, gripping her arm as Santoro rolled his eyes.
“No.” She replied, pulling her arm out of his grip before walking towards her father and me. “I’m just getting a drink.” She smiled, leaning over to place a kiss on her father’s temple while she discreetly caressed the back of my neck, but it was doing nothing to calm my anger down. If anything, it was making it worse because now my dīck was fūcking hard.
“Okay.” Mattias smiled at her as the dealer handed him a set of cards before proceeding with the rest of the table.
The dealer was calling in bets when I noticed Isa making her way down the bathroom hallway. My eyes found Edgardo’s again, who had already returned from getting my men ready. When I stroked my chin before looking at the cards, he understood what I was ordering him, so he walked up to the table. I stood up, handing him the cards as everyone looked at me. “He’ll take over until I return.” I told Francisco, not giving a shīt about explaining myself to the other fūckers.
I grabbed my gun and placed it in the waistband of my pants before I stepped away from the poker table. I pulled my phone out and walked towards the exit of the building while I sent a text to one of my men.
One thing about being raised in the mafia is that you don’t enter any building without knowing everything about it, especially every exit and entrance. This particular casino was designed to have an exit door for the staff right in front of the bathroom. Perfect for what I had in mind.
As soon as Aurelio messaged me back confirming that what I had asked was done, I made my way to the exit door in front of the bathroom.
“Capo.” He murmured as soon as I walked through the now open door. “She is still inside of the bathroom with her friend.”
I didn’t have to tell him to watch the door, since he knew it as soon as I swung the door open, making Isa’s friend jump in panic. “Out.” I commanded her as soon as my eyes landed on her face.
“Padrino—” Isa whispered, standing in front of her little friend.
“I don’t fūcking repeat myself.” I sneered through clenched teeth, forcing her friend to scurry away like her pants were on fire.
As soon as she was out of the bathroom, I closed the door before locking it. My eyes were set on Isa’s as she trembled under my angered glare. You’d think she’d be pissing herself, but to my fūcking surprise, her eyes were filled with lust and desire. My angel was crazier than I ever imagined possible, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t my angel.
“Padrino—” She tried again as she rubbed her legs together for some much-needed friction, but I shook my head at her. “Alberto, I just wanted—”
“To rile me up? Get back at me? Cause a fūcking war!” I spat, grabbing her by the jaw so she could remain inches from my face.
“Not the war part.” She smiled, holding my glare and making me fūcking lose it completely.
“You are mine. Mine!” I snapped at her, pushing her against the fancy white and gold stalls before crashing my lips on hers.
Our kiss was frantic, possessive, and rough. So fūcking rough we were mixing blood with our saliva. Don’t ask me who it was because we were both being rough with each other.
I gripped her asš, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist before I pushed her against the nearby sink. Without pulling away from her lips, I tugged that tiny as fūck skirt up to her waist, making her moan into my lips. I was desperate to claim her pūssy and fill her with so much of my fūcking cūm that you could smell it off her from a city over. My hands inched between her legs before ripping her lace thong right off her and shoving them into my pocket.
I was so gone that I didn’t care about anything else but being inside of her. Fūck. Francisco could walk in here right now and I wouldn’t even give a shīt as I kept fūcking his daughter.
I broke the kiss before Isa’s hands slipped to the waistband of my pants, frantically trying to free my cōck. We were both panting as we waited for the release of my beast.
I would fūck her now and punish her later. I needed to fūck her now because only blood or pūssy could calm the beast within my soul from breaking free. Blood would mean I would have to kill more than those two fūckers outside. Even with my blood boiling and my dīck hard, I know that there is a lot more going on than I can imagine, and I can’t just kill them while my head was hot.
Santoro was too smug for my liking. Not only am I sure that he knows about me and Isa, but I know he has something up his sleeve that not even Francisco is aware of. Whatever it was, I would find out, but first I needed to claim my angel’s pūssy.
As soon as Isa finally got my zipper down, she tried to climb off the sink and down to her knees, but I gripped her hair tightly, forcing her to turn to face the mirror on the sink.
“Only your pūssy can calm my demons.” I hissed, thrusting right into her wet, tight cunt, making her moan loudly as she gripped the sink that I had slammed her into.
“Fūck.” She panted as her pūssy clenched around my cōck while I struggled pulling out to force myself back in. “Just like that, Padrino.”
“If I ever see that fūcker’s hands or lips on you again—” I growled as I forced her to watch me fūck her pūssy ruthlessly from behind. I gripped her hair tighter, bringing her head towards my lips as my hot breath fanned her ear, causing her pūssy to clench tighter. “I will tie you to my bed and force you to watch me kill every fūcking person to ever have come into contact with you before bringing pleasure to you for days without allowing you to cūm.” I struggled to say since I was seconds away from cūmming. That’s how fūcking hard she had me just by her presence.
I grunted as I pulled her low as fūck cleavage to the side so I could pinch her pebbled nīpples with my index finger and thumb. I met her eyes through the mirror, making her moan louder as I brought her over the edge with my thrusting and teasing.
Only a few pumps later and I was coating her pūssy walls so fūcking good, I was sure I’d have the reminder of tonight calling me ‘Daddy’ in nine months.
I pulled out before grabbing her face to look at me. “I want you to go out there and say you aren’t feeling well and that you are calling it a night. I will wait for you in my car.” I told her before pecking her lips.
“What if I don’t want to go home yet?” She asked me, making my teeth grind together.
“Don’t test me, Angel. Just because your pūssy calmed me down a little doesn’t mean my thirst for blood is completely quenched. Don’t make me go out there and kill everyone in this place with the exception of my men and your father.” I warned her as I tucked my semi-hard cōck into my pants while she pulled her tight skirt down over her asš.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, looking away from me.
“Good girl.” I said, forcing her to look at me while I claimed her lips again. I felt her relax under me, making me chuckle. “Now, get moving. My hands are itching to fulfill some very necessary punishments.” I told her, causing her to tremble with anticipation.
I watched her exit the bathroom before pulling out my phone to call Francisco. It was more than clear that our conversation will have to wait for tomorrow.
I dialed his phone number as I exited the casino again through the door in front of the bathroom.