Chapter 3
Matt
DEA? Fucking Drug Enforcement Administration? I had a damn cop in my club, trying to snake his way into the business by offering inside help to find his father.
I think the fuck not!
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CLUB!” If menace had a sound, my tone at the moment would be it.
“I’m not here for you. I'm here because your sister and your grandfather thought I could help. If Francesca is in danger, I am going to help.” Jax replied, unwavering in his demand.
“I don’t give a fuck about what you want. Get. the fuck. OUT. of my club!”
“No! You need me to find him and to protect Francesca. And I need you to find all the drugs they are bringing into the country.”
“I’m all the protection my wife needs. I understand that you’d be delighted to have that role, but your happy days are over.”
“Fine.” He grunted sarcastically. “Then just let them roll into New York with all the dope they want. I’ll sit back and watch you try to control the shit show that your businesses will be turning into when the streets you think you control are full of hookers and cocaine.”
Fuck, he knew exactly what buttons to push.
Jax motioned towards the door before turning back to me, a heartfelt, disappointed look on his face. I knew what it looked like. After all, I’d known the fucker better than anyone else on this earth, or so I thought.
“This doesn’t even seem like you, Matt. It doesn’t even seem like something that’s hit so close to fucking home. Who the hell even are you? You’re definitely not the person I knew. Mob boss or not. This is not you. I’m sorry Al, I tried.” He finished, apologizing to my sister before caressing Francesca’s cheek, almost crossing the threshold.
“How much coke are we talking about?” I reluctantly asked, talking to his back now.
“More than what you and I have seen in all our life. In the first shipment alone.”
“You’re fucking DEA. You know I can’t do this, why are you asking this of me?”
“No one has to know. You can hurt me as much as I can hurt you. No mafiosi family will ever know you are working with me, and no one in the force will ever dream that I have connections in the Mafia, the same way they have no idea who my father is. I want to fucking keep it that way,” Jax explained, clear about what both of us had to lose with this fucked up collab.
“What happens when I get to your father? You know what I have to do. I will not back down on my promise or my commitment. I will not think twice before pulling that trigger.”
Jax paused in thought, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow the reality of my words, or maybe the lie in his. “Let’s just hope I get to him first, then.”
The fucker was right, we both had a lot to lose.
If any mafiosi family caught even the slightest whiff of a collaboration with the cops, they wouldn’t hesitate to literally cut my head off. Same principle applied to him. If the police suspected he knew all that he did about the mafia and had never come forward with the information, he would be suspended and thrown into jail. To say the least.
And there was very little he didn’t know. In the last ten years, not a lot had changed. Besides a couple of names, everything had pretty much remained the same. The same families, the same crimes, the same modus operandi .
Having the streets flooded with coke, dirty dealers, and piles of bodies foaming from the mouth would bring nothing but pure chaos and more crime, making it harder to provide security to our clients than it already was. It would culminate in either a gruesome, bloody war for control over the city or us pushed into a corner in our own fucking town. No way was I about to allow either to happen under my reign.
It was imperative that we brought the war to them first before they managed to infiltrate into the heart of my beloved city. I didn’t mind making money with anything that gave me good odds, criminal or not. Anything besides trafficking and drugs. Never drugs.
“If we do this, we will do it on my terms. Got it?”
“Fine. Let me know what those are.”
“For the time being, you will tell me all you know about where your father is and why he would want to kidnap my wife. If I’m happy with your answers, I will consider your proposition. If not, my men will leave you in the closest ditch in less than optimal conditions.”
“I can tell you everything I know, but I have no idea why my father would send Francesca those notes. He never knew her, and the wording doesn’t fit his persona either.”
“One more thing. No one, and I mean absolutely no one besides the people in this room, gets to know about this,” I warned, looking at everyone standing between these four walls. Jax, Alison, Max and Francesca. I couldn’t risk this getting out. “Don’t fuck me, Jax. I can carve a bullet with your name on it in a heartbeat.”
Everyone nodded their understanding before leaving the room, Francesca ready to walk out behind my sister.
“Max, I want this floor of the club completely empty in less than two minutes. Francesca,” I called. “You’re staying. I have business with you.”
I waited for them to leave and close the door behind them, more than ready to even the score with my wife. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Francesca’s brow rising, my words arousing suspicion in her.
“You pointed a gun at me.” I said, accusation lacing my voice with menace, but my wife wasn’t easily fazed.
“I did. So what?”
“I was going to properly congratulate you on your new job. Instead, I’m inclined to punish you for insubordination.” I threatened, my voice deep and husky as I slowly walked over to where she was standing. “I can’t lie, Mrs. Battaglia, my cock twitched at the sight. Next time, I might not be so patient as to wait for everyone to leave before shoving it down your throat.”
She looked so damn beautiful, and I’d been neglecting to see that these last few weeks.
Now that things were on the right track again, it was like a weight had been lifted off my chest. The huge fucking elephant that had been sitting there had just packed up and left out of thin air.
Having these loose ends to tie had been a bigger burden than I had cared to acknowledge, and it had somehow become an obstacle that was obstructing my sight and my life.
Three damn weeks since tragedy struck was a short time to heal, but it was too long to be neglecting such a beautiful creature. Nevertheless, she had been supporting me and lifting my spirits every time I gave her the slightest of chances.
I was more than grateful to have Francesca in my life.
Fuck! I’d struck gold before I even knew it when it came to her. She was simply incredible.
My strength when I was weak, my happiness when I was somber, a great woman, not ever behind her man, but by his side, pulling forward and pushing him to be the best he could ever be.
I was completely in love with this woman. I might be a Don now, but Francesca held me in her small, sweet hands. She could make me or break me, crush me, or make me grow.
I am hers in every way I never thought possible.
“How did you know that this was my dream? I don’t recall ever telling you this. The job, I mean.” She asked, placing her soft hands on my hard chest as our bodies slowly merged against each other.
“I know you, Francesca. You are me, and I am you. Two of a kind. I saw the way you held yourself with Gio, the way you don’t cower away from a fight and aren’t even slightly afraid of the promises behind those notes. The way you just held up that gun, fuck.” I whispered in her ear.
“The only thing that frightens me is being far from you. Don’t push me away, please.” She pleaded, holding my face in her hands and looking deep into my eyes, making my soul promise what she was asking of me.
“I’m sorry, it was never my intention. That stops today. I am here. I am always here.”
“Good.” She smiled, her eyes shining with a wicked grin. “Now about that punishment…”
“You’re not supposed to be craving it, Gattina. It seems like I’ve been too tame with you.”
Francesca’s tongue darted across her bottom lip, the trail of desire glistening on those plump, pink pieces of perfection.
There was still tension coursing through my body from the fight, my own tongue still tasting the iron bitterness of revenge. Still, pushing my fist into Jax’s face wasn’t enough to quench my thirst for savagery.
“I’m going to… congratulate you as you look down on part of your kingdom,” I whispered again, my voice gruff and full of hidden intent, before suddenly spinning her so that her ass was snugly nestled against my crotch.
I pushed her forward with my groin, making her walk to where I wanted her – right up against that huge window overlooking the club as it started filling up for the night.
The side of her face leaned on the cold glass as I kissed her neck and felt every heavenly curve on her body with my hands. I wrapped my arms around her waist, undoing her pants and sliding them off of her, leaving her only in a sheer black pair of fucking cock-hardening panties, her round perky ass looking mouth-watering as it waited for me to make it mine.
“Hands on the glass.” I roughly commanded.
“Si, Signor .” Francesca did as ordered.
She knew exactly how to reply, and her sexy voice yielding control over to me just made my cock grow further, fighting for freedom against my pants.
“Today, it’s Don Matteo,” I said, making my lips brush against her ear lobes as I reached for the front of her already soaking panties.
This wouldn’t take long. I couldn’t. I was starving so much for her that I knew this would be hard, rough, and quick, but extremely satisfying, nonetheless.
“ Certo , Don Matteo.”
I got rid of my pants and underwear, pulling her thong down, too, both of us naked from the waist down now. The urgency running through my veins wouldn’t allow for more. I wanted her. I needed to take her, to make her mine, to show her how fucking hard I was for her.
I kicked her legs apart before sliding my erection up and down her slit, coating it with her wetness, a light, breathy moan of anticipation escaping her lips. Francesca pushed her ass against me, trying to get me exactly where she needed me most.
“What do you want, Gattina ? Tell me.” My voice was a low rumble against her perfect skin.
“I want you, Don Matteo”
“You want me… to do what, Princess?”
“I want you inside me.” She moaned in an exhale. “I want you to fuck me, Don Matteo.”
I did as she asked, but only slowly pushing myself inside her, making her breath catch in her chest at the very controlled and agonizingly contained movement.
“Like this?” I teased, wanting to arouse her body and entice her mind.
“N…No.”
“Then tell me, Gattina . How?”
I was doing my best to control the deep urge to slam into her repeatedly like I knew she would ask me to.
Just as she liked.
Just as I craved.
I wanted those words to fog the glass with their eagerness.
“Hard, Matt! Fuck me hard!” Francesca’s despair made her slip from her role, but I was more than willing to let it slide. The craving in her voice rang loud in my head, like an echo that shot straight to my cock and did exactly as she wished.
I held her hips in an iron grip, my fingers sinking into her perfect skin, thrusting into her, and watching her collide with the glass window in front of her.
“Look at your reign, my Queen. Look at them while I fuck you.”
Francesca greedily met every thrust with her own. Her face squished flat against the glass, her hot breath fogging it as she moaned her pleasure into the darkness of her new office.
We were christening her new domain, a blessing under the mask of increasing pleasure. This was the only way she’d ever get fucked. By me, in search of ultimate bliss.
I could feel her tightening around me, her pussy squeezing me tighter each time I pushed inside her.
This right here was as close to Heaven as I would ever get.
“I’m… I’m… Oh God!” Her moans were uncontrolled, her mind running wild with pleasure.
“God is not here, Gattina . Call out my name when you come. Loud and fucking clear.”
The way her pussy contracted around my cock was strangling, bringing me close to rapture, and today I couldn’t hold back.
With a couple of harder pushes, Francesca was suddenly quaking under my grasp, her body shaking as she reached her climax, holding her breath before releasing all the tension into a loud, sexy-as-fuck moan that brought me over the edge right alongside her.
I rode her orgasm off, as she did mine, before our bodies slumped against the window for the support our legs couldn’t give us.
I turned her to me before passionately kissing her plump red lips while I held her face in my hands.
“Welcome to your kingdom, my Queen,” I said as I pulled back with a smile on my face. “If it doesn’t give you pleasure, you’re not doing it right. Keep that in mind.”