*Alberto’s POV*
“Isa.” I gapped out. “You can’t be serious. That’s for—”
“Adults? Slūts?” She asked, making me swallow hard as her face inched closer to mine. “Because if it’s the latter, I love being treated like a slūt.” She didn’t just say that.
Fūck. I can’t keep listening to this. This has to be another one of my wet dreams. There is no way that she could be any more perfect and fūcking dangerous.
I grabbed the door handle, pushed the door open and jumped out as if the car were on fire.
As soon as I got out of the car, I walked around it to find Francisco and several of his men already outside.
“Fratello!” (Italian for “Brother!”) Francisco shouted from the entrance of the warehouse. “Ci hai messo abbastanza tempo.” (Italian for “It took you long enough.”) He chuckled as he walked over and put his arm over my shoulder while he puffed on his cigar.
“I had a hard morning.” I mumbled. If he only knew how hard. “But I am here, am I not?” I asked sarcastically, making him pass the cigar over.
“It seems like you need it.” He chuckled.
“No, I’m good.” I said as I heard the car door open.
“Papa.” Isa said as she got out of the car, making us both turn.
“Didn’t you tell me you had a busy day?” He asked her with brows furrowed as he pulled away a bit, keeping his arm on my shoulder.
“And I do.” She said with a smile. “But I wanted to catch up with Padrino. It has been what? Five years?” She asked as she got closer and squeezed between the two of us while wrapping her arms around both of our waists.
“That’s right.” Francisco stated. “But you will have plenty of time to catch up because he will be here for a few weeks. Isn’t that right, Alberto?” He asked with a smirk, making me roll my eyes. Yeah, because he had a war planned out that forced me to stay while I had to suffer having blue balls for God knows how long.
“Did we come to chat or get shīt handled?” I muttered, making Francisco chuckle.
“You see? This is why he is my best friend.” He pointed at me as he addressed his men.
I walked into the warehouse, finding several women in just their thongs and men in just their boxers as they counted billions of euros and US dollars. This was usual in our warehouses, since we couldn’t trust, not even our shadow. Everyone that handled the bills and drugs had to strip down to make sure they didn’t steal anything.
The room was filled with table after table of drugs, money, and guns. This was the main room that prepared any shipments or counted shipments that arrived. The back rooms usually held tortūre rooms, internal supply rooms, meeting rooms, etc.
I was looking around when two of the females dropped what they were doing and walked over to Francisco and I. They started kissing up our necks and touching down our bodies, clearly used to greeting any capos like gods. I wasn’t comfortable doing this in front of Isa though.
Before I could push the bītch off, I noticed Isa turn after grabbing two guns from one of the tables and pointing them at each of the naked women. “Off!” She hissed angrily as she pushed the guns against each of their heads, making her look so fūcking hot. Can she not be so hot for one second? My cōck needs a fūcking breather.
“Isa.” Francisco said with a raised brow. “Did I teach you those manners?” He asked her, making me frown at him. I would never question her in front of our men and employees.
I was about to say something when Isa lowered the guns and pulled the trigger on both guns, making the girls cry in pain. “You are right. You taught me not to give any warnings.” She said as she pushed the gun towards our chests before bending over. “You are both lucky I missed your hearts.”
I was shocked. Turned on, but shocked, nonetheless. If I could, I would have said she earned herself a spanking and an orgāsm denial.
“You two.” She said, pointing at some girls that had stepped back in fear. “Clean those two up if you don’t want to be next.”
“Isa—” Francisco was about to say angrily, but I turned to him.
“Let me talk to her.” I told him, placing my hand on his chest.
“Get her out of here. I don’t want her shooting any more of my employees. She loves that shīt.” He said with a huff as he stepped over the two injured slūts.
“Maybe you should keep it in your pants.” I told him as I walked after Isa.
“You are one to talk.” He shouted after me with a chuckle.
I looked at the men, silently asking them where Isa had gone. They pointed to a room in the back. I assumed it was where they kept all the other guns, since that was what she came here for.
I opened the door to find Isa slamming cabinets and God knows what else. “Tutti gli uomini sono stronzi! Barare, mentire, stronzi!” (Italian for “All men are asšholes! Cheating, lying, asšholes!”) She mumbled as I approached her from behind.
“Isa.” I whispered, grabbing her elbow.
“Lasciami in pace.” (Italian for “Leave me alone.”) She mumbled as she loaded a gun.
“Look at me.” I hissed, tightening my grip on her elbow.
“No.” She replied, leaning over an island that they had placed in the center of the room.
I pushed my body against her back, wrapping my hand around her jaw and forcing her head to my shoulder. “When I fūcking tell you to look at me, you do so. Do you hear me?” I hissed in her ear, making her rub her thighs together. “Or else.”
“Or else what?” She moaned as she pushed her asš closer to my crotch before rubbing it on me slowly.
My breathing hitched, not believing my fūcking eyes. She was literally grinding her fat asš on me. Like this was real life. I lowered my hand a bit, squeezing her neck tightly. “What the fūck are you doing?” I asked her, needing an explanation, but not wanting her to stop.
“What does it look like, Padrino?” She retorted, making my cōck awaken further as I started thrusting forward.
I’m going to fūcking hell for this, but I’m going there anyway, so fūck it.