Tesoro: Mayhem Makers

Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

DANTE

Balancing my hand against the tile, the tingle of an impending orgasm pulsed inside my balls.

“Gonna come,” I warned, moving to step back, while tallens dug into the flesh of my ass as she gulped down my cum.

Valentina stood to her feet, a satisfied smile on her face as she stepped under the spray of the shower. My attention drops to her naked tits, watching as water streams down the surgically perfected pair.

“This could become permanent, you know?”

Snapping my attention from her taut nipple to the deep blue of her eyes. Valentina was one of the few women I allowed into my inner circle, she came with no expectations, no need for what I could offer her.

Reaching behind her, I twist off the water, “Nothing permanent in our world, Val, you know that.”

Laying her hand on my arm, “Let me come to Dallas with you.”

Dropping my hand to the side, I reach for a towel as I step from the shower. “This isn’t a vacation?—”

“It can be. Let me come with you,” she pressed, interrupting me with her pleading eyes. We’d clung to each other after the accident, found solace in each other’s arms. She’d become too clingy as of late, something which was entirely my fault as I had let this get too far.

“You’re needed in Hollywood, Val, and I have to go to Dallas. We’ll see each other when you’re done filming, like always.”

Valentina was a rising star in Hollywood. She’d starred in back to back blockbusters this year and was heavily sought after. She’d come in last night, a few minutes before I got the call from Angelo that we needed to leave this morning.

“I have over a month before filming starts. Let me come to Dallas.”

“Stay in Boston, or get something surgically altered.” Val had become addicted to plastic surgery after having her tits done. Personally, I preferred natural, not that I didn’t appreciate the look of her’s, I just avoided touching them. “I have to go.”

Val knew better than to argue, or follow. She was seasoned in our lifestyle, choosing to keep her affiliation to us a secret. Somehow I doubt her producer would appreciate it if he knew his starlet had mafia connections.

Sleep tugged at my eyelids as I took my seat on the plane. Angelo was in deep conversation on his cell, and Frankie was flirting with the stewardess as they closed the door.

Glancing out the window, I saw the lights as we taxied down the runway. I could feel my eyes grow heavy, but I needed to stay awake so I could get the details of Angelo’s conversation. Leaning my head against the seat, I felt my stomach dip as the plane climbed into the air.

“ I never did like flying. ” Her sweet voice puts a smile on my face, and I know in an instant I’m dreaming.

“ I remember, Tesoro. ” I want to reach out and touch her, but I know she’s a part of my imagination, some twisted punishment for all the wrong I’ve done.

“You look tired, Dante. I’m worried about you.”

“I miss you, that’s all. Haven’t slept a full night since you left.”

“You have to move on, Dante. Get out and meet someone.”

“I have met several someone’s.,” I tease, knowing she was never a jealous person.

“Not whores, Dante. Someone who makes you a better person, someone you can make a life with .” I can almost smell her perfume, craving a touch from her fingers.

“ I had a life .” I start to argue, remind her how it was ripped away in the blink of an eye, when I felt my body shift, the lightness of sleep fading and the heaviness of reality covering me. My eyes snap open, the cabin of the plane now bathed in sunlight. Angelo has his eyes closed, head tipped back.

“Bad dream?” Frankie’s deep voice sounds from beside me. Adjusting in my seat, I don’t bother to answer. He knows the tragic story, at least what I’ve allowed him to hear, doubtful anyone will ever hear all the details.

“Can I offer you anything to drink, Mr. Cavaletti?” Shifting my attention to the middle-aged stewardess, her motherly smile is a welcomed sight.

“Coffee, please,” I say before turning to look out the window.

“Please?” Frankie chuckles, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

Frankie knew exactly where any ounce of politeness in me came from. “How much longer before we land?” I question as I drop my gaze to the tattoos scribed on my fingers.

“Half an hour or so. Pilot says the weather is getting shitty in Dallas, so he is trying to get there as fast as he can.”

“Good.” Standing from my seat and heading toward the bathroom. “Quicker we land, the quicker we can get this shit over with.”

The sound of piano music greeted me as I entered the bar. Angelo decided he needed a haircut the minute we landed, so Frankie had the hotel manager send someone over. Given the way she was licking her lips when she saw my brother, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of there, I was in no mood for a threesome.

Sliding into a seat, I make eye contact with the bartender, a beautiful blonde with big tits and a tiny waist. I watch as she ends her conversation with a man with a star in the center of his ball cap, gifting him a smile as he hands her a wad of cash.

“So,” she leans over, exposing the tops of those tits. “Where are you from?”

“Not here,” I say with a huff as I turn my attention to the television to my left

“Got it.” The bartender whose name tag reads Liz, lays her hands on the bar in front of me. “Silent and broody.” Scrunching her shoulders, causing her tits to test the limits of the buttons on her shirt. “What can I get you to drink?”

“Just a beer.”

“Men like you are never just anything.” She surmises, catching my interest.

“Men like me?”

“Well,” Turning to the side, Liz reaches into what I suspect is a cooler and retrieves a bottle of beer. “Your shoes are definitely Italian, custom made if I had to guess. Same with the suit, it’s tailored and not off the rack. Your accent, from the little I’ve heard, is definitely from Boston.” She says proudly as she slides the opened beer toward me.

Confidence in a woman is a huge turn on for me. Raising the bottle to my lips, I lean back as I take in her features. She’s beautiful, no doubt a con artist in her own unique way. Still, she nailed my ass with her checklist of what I wore and where I’m from.

“What time do you get off?”

“Judging by the size of your hands, darlin’, a full minute before you.”

Her accent splits my face with a smile. Women like Liz are dangerous, and while I want to bend her over this bar and fuck her, I need to tread carefully.

“What’s up with all of this book stuff I see everywhere?”

“Some romance book signing bullshit. I’ve never been a big reader. I prefer my men to be real and not some fantasy.” Liz drops her voice to make herself look sexier in my eyes. However, as my gaze dips to the beer in my hand, I catch the name tattooed there.

Bella.

She loved romance novels, particularly the ones written about the mafia. Bella loved to read the steamy parts out loud to me, begging me to recreate the scene with her. And just like that, Liz wasn’t so pretty, the beer flat and unappealing. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my money clip, sliding off more than enough money for my drink and tossing it to the bar.

“Nothing wrong with reading, Liz. Romance is lady porn, getting men laid for a long fucking time.”