2. Elio
Chapter two
Elio
Present Day
Five years ago, my boss and previous don relinquished the rights of this mafia family?this empire?to me, crowning me the new don. He found someone worth walking away for and decided the kind of life he wanted to live wasn’t full of bullets and drug deals. But I, Elio Donatelli, vowed to carry on and strengthen the legacy of the Marino Empire.
That’s a feat only the great can achieve…that’s a feat I’ve achieved.
I pick up the cigarette from across the glossy wooden table and light it before bringing it between my lips. The first drag I take is a whiff of exhilaration, unburdening my chest from the shenanigans of the past week, but the second drag comes with a wave of pleasure… fulfillment, and satisfaction.
After the violent showdown five years ago, the mafia was left bleeding from circumstances that could only be described as the consequential hand of time. Regardless of how powerful and principled my predecessor was, there were loopholes I inherited and the enemies didn’t hesitate to exploit them.
It all started with the abject distrust and opposition from some of my men. Witnessing the series of mishaps that happened before my reign made them paranoid…unsure if I was fit to lead them, so I was left with nothing but men of questionable loyalty. The mafia’s profit margin experienced a significant decline as we recorded a number of losses from the persistent attacks on operations during that time. Sensing weakness, oppositions also started rising, attacking our territories.
My heart clenches as vivid images of the past rush through my mind, and I tighten my grip on the edge of the table. It was a tough time for me, justifiably the hardest part of the journey so far, but in all that, I was left with one word on my lips— rebuild.
I take another drag of my cigarette, my eyes trailing the movements of the smoke as it diffuses into thin air; then I sink further into my seat of power.
I spent the last five years killing…purging the mafia of non-loyalists and recruiting new men, expanding the family’s operations even more, acquiring properties as my legal fronts– hotels, restaurants, casinos, and real estate– and taking down oppositions to reinstate the Marino mafia as the largest and most powerful in New York.
Now I’m here, commanding my position as one of the top owners of the many notable investments but also as the new, ruthless don of the Marino mafia.
Only dedication and tenacity could have brought me this far, and I don’t intend to lose focus… not now, and certainly not because of her—Aria Abruzzi. Twenty-two years old, second year of law school, ambitious, in her third week of a sixteen-week internship at the DA’s office, and… a fucking virgin.
Instinctively, I surrender my thoughts to that one time in my car with her, indulging my mind with the very scene I have been trying to keep at bay all week. I’ve never had a stronger urge to claim any woman than in that instant…to possess her body until it begs me to do my bidding. And that’s why I had Cortez look her up.
I can still taste her lip gloss or whatever sweetness women slosh on their lips nowadays. My tongue instantly reaches out to my lower lip to relive that experience, my palm morphing into a tight fist on my lap. Adrenaline zaps through me, and blood slowly starts to rush to my dick.
No woman has ever left me high and dry. As a matter of fact, they beg me to take them. Then this young thing, with that smart mouth of hers, shows up and dares to leave me with blue balls!
Remembering the feeling of her breath, hot and tingling against the nape of my neck, makes me want to drive up to wherever she is right now and just fuck the hell out of her.
Damn . I can already feel my cock knocking against the zipper of my pants as my mind replays how I latched greedily onto her soft, pink nipple.
My breathing thickens, and a groan of pleasurable agony rips my throat. I shut my eyes, and it’s like she’s here, wrapping her warm hands against my girth. Releasing a long, slow breath I adjust in my seat and allow the claws of desire to send shivers down my spine.
I can’t believe how that short encounter has had such a lingering effect on me. Normally, I don’t dwell on women; I just let them warm my bed and then send them on their way, that’s it. But her… there’s something about her.
She’d been so wet when I dug my fingers into her. If only she allowed me to slide my dick in, perhaps this unholy curiosity would have been satisfied .
But then she said, “I don’t think we should, I’ve never done this—”
Fuck, she’s a virgin! For me, that’s treading uncharted territory. All the girls I’ve fucked were older, experienced women. Not young, I-don’t-know-the-first-thing-about-sex ladies.
I’ve never popped anyone’s cherry, and I never thought I would. But now I realize that that innocence of hers?that purity?only makes me want to take her more. The thought of me being the first man to explore her delicious, untouched terrain does things to my sanity!
She’s too young and too inexperienced. You shouldn’t be drooling about her like this, I remind myself, opening my eyes and unfurling my fist before taking a long drag of my cigarette. In one slow puff, I exhale, hoping it will calm my rattled nerves.
Obviously to no avail, because my thoughts keep going. Who the hell does she think she is waltzing into my life, taking hold of my senses, then ordering me not to fuck her? Giving me blue balls.
The audacity .