25. Nico
Chapter 25
Nico
O ne month! One fucking month and I haven’t heard a word from her beside the odd text saying she’s busy at work.
If I wasn’t so invested in getting Brendon fucking O’Connor out of the way, I would have spent some time investigating the woman who has been infiltrating my every waking moment.
Now is not the time. I can’t let her get into my head not when I have this son of a bitch running around trying to cause fucking trouble wherever he goes.
Now the spineless bastard has gone away for a while, so I have to track him down. The word is he’ll be back soon, so Frankie can come out of training and get this issue sorted and leave me some time to look into the beautiful Francesca.
Pushing back on my chair, I pull my hair free from its band and run my fingers through it. It’s days like these I could do with having an underboss. The guys were right, and I should appoint someone, but the position was meant for one person and one person only … Gabriele.
My brother was meant to stand by my side. We always did everything together until the day we didn’t. I still don’t understand what happened. One minute he was here, and the next, what, he just disappeared?
My father wasn’t able to find him, and I’ve haven’t gotten any closer. But the day I find the people responsible for my brother’s disappearance, will be the day I paint the city fucking red!
I stare at myself in the mirror above the open fireplace behind my desk and scream, punching the mirror and hearing it crack beneath my knuckles … Seven years bad luck! As if that’s gonna make a fucking difference.
I’m angry for allowing myself to get distracted by my past, by a woman, especially when I have shit to do.
I turn to face the window and look out at the expansive grounds and sigh. I must pay Tony a visit to see what he’s up to. I know he’s hiding something, but I can’t figure out what. After Ivan planted the seed, I need to nip it in the bud before it takes root.
I can feel the frustration building and it doesn’t help that I haven’t fucked anyone in almost a month … trust me, I’ve fucking tried and failed.
No one compares to her, and shaking the snake myself isn’t cutting it.
I pour myself a glass of vodka from the cabinet in the corner and drain it in one, repeating the process a few more times while I collect my thoughts.
I have men searching for my brother, but old wounds shouldn’t be scraped at. That’s history and doesn’t need to be thought about now.
Francesca will get what’s coming to her as soon as I get word on Brendon O’Connor!
And Tony? Well, he needs to pray that he isn’t lying to me because if he is, then capo or not, a punishment worthy of the crime will be dealt.
My phone pings, and I smile when I read the information.
Scrolling through my contacts I find who I’m looking for and hit call.
“Hey, boss,” Tony answers breathlessly.
“It’s on. Get him ready for tonight,” I command.
“They’re ready,” he tells me, but it’s there again, something off in his voice.
“Only him, Tony. This is a one-man job,” I spit out. “We don’t want everyone rolling in there bringing unnecessary attention to us,” I explain.
“Sure thing. Send the details, and it’ll get done,” he assures me.
That isn’t what I’m worried about. Everything I’ve asked this guy to do has gotten done, but there’s something off, and it’s pissing me off that I don’t know what it is.
“I’ll send them now, and don’t be late,” I tell him, then hang up.
There’s one way to find out for sure what this Frankie guy’s like and that’s to go and meet him myself. Every time I’ve been to the gym he’s not there, and Tony’s being cagey.
Tonight, I will watch him and see how he gets shit done.
Slipping my phone back in my pocket, I pull my hair back in a knot and head out of my office.
My black Italian leather shoes tap on the mahogany hardwood as I make my way to the staircase. The hallway is filled with memories of my childhood, pictures of my brother and I with my parents on holiday in Sicily.
The old stairs creak with each step as I make my way to the master bedroom to take a shower and change for this evening … shall we say entertainment.
Finally, Brendon O’Connor is getting what’s coming to him. That mother fucker has been a thorn in my side for too fucking long.
Stripping down, I turn the silver handles and get a blast of cold water before the heat comes through. Tilting my head back, I let the water fall freely over my face as I close my eyes.
The moment they close, the first person I see is her, her ass in the air fucking a dildo because I told her to.
I take my cock in my hand and stroke hard and fast as I imagine her on all fours looking up at me, begging for release, a release I don’t want her to have.
My marks covering her beautiful fucking body …
The spell is broken as my phone rings in the other room. Fuck! I grab a towel and pick it up just as the call rings off, but I see who it was … il mio tesoro .
Hitting the play button I listen to the voice message.
“Hey, it’s me … Francesca, from the err, from the club. I’m not sure if you remember me, but well, I’ve had a lot of work on lately, but after I’ve finished tonight, I’ll be free. You know, if you want to meet up. Okay, bye. ”
Did she giggle? I press play and listen to it again, and yes, she fucking did. It’s music to my ears.
Me: Text me when you’re there … I am not waiting again
She responds straightaway.
Il Mio Tesoro: Not worth the wait ;-)
So she wants to play that game, huh?
Me: You have some making up to do, so let’s not add anything else to the list, shall we?
Il Mio Tesoro: What! Making up for what? The fact I have a job to do.
Me: Don’t be a brat
Il Mio Tesoro: Seriously! You think I need to be punished because I haven’t met you, because I have to WORK!! Why don’t you punish my boss instead. I’m told he can be a right asshole anyway.
Me: Come see me tonight … with the attitude. Don’t forget to text.
Il Mio Tesoro:
I laugh at her response but choose not to respond. Despite everything, today is looking up.