Do you realize what I am talking about, Marco?”

I turned my head toward the window, looking at the sunny sky, and then

gazed upon the man.

“I’ll take over whether the Gambino’s like it or not, and even if it is the last thing I do. “I stood up, and I head for the door. Antonio and Dante slowly followed, knowing their place. The meeting had been intense enough; however, it felt like it has been outstretched enough.

I lifted my hand, index finger outstretched. “It will be done and no one will stop me. You can thank me later.”

I through my jacket on and did the button, and we headed for the car.

I was sitting in the back seat of the car, savoring the silence and the coolness of the conditioned air.

“Andiamo a casa,”

lets go home

I told the driver, I received a text from Isabella. It read; I can’t wait to be fucked tonight. I sighed, and put my phone in my pocket of my jacket. Oh, my girl I am now not in the mood.

She knew the meeting wouldn’t go as I had hoped, and that it would only make me angry. She knew just how I preferred to unwind, but I don’t feel like it today. I sat back comfortably, observing the world outside the window as it we drove away. I closed my eyes for a second to relax. That is when I saw her again. My hart skipped a beat, like I was going to die all over again. God, I’ll go crazy if I don’t find her.

It had been five years since the accident. Five long years in view that a bullet went thru my heart. Five years of dreaming about a woman I had solely considered as in my whole existence and I see her in my comatose visions, and I had seen her once in real life, but I have never met her. I want to smell the scent of her hair, feel the smoothness of her skin—I want to experience all of her. Each time I made love to Isabella or any other woman, I made love to her. I named her ‘Amore Mio’

Amore Mio

. She is my curse, my obsession, and apparently—my salvation.

The car stopped. I grabbed my jacket and stepped out Dante, Antonio, and the other security I’d taken with me have been waiting at the plane. Maybe I’d gone too far, however sometimes you simply need pressure to catch your enemy off guard.

I greeted the everyone as I entered the airplane and sat down in the soft seat. A flight attendant exceeded me a glass of whisky, and smiled at me. I glanced at her. She seemed interesting. I sent her a blank look, whilst she blushed and smiled flirtatiously. I sat the glass of whiskey on the table and pushed myself up and followed her. I closed the door of the private part of the jet. There was no space for her to move past me. We were about to take of.

I shot out an arm, clasping my hand over her neck. I constant her with a gaze. I closed the distance between us, allowed our mouths to touch, and bit her lip. She moaned. Her fingers hung limply alongside her body and she stared straight into my eyes. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled, tilting her head back. She looked afraid. Such a beauty, so unexperienced. I liked my girls like that

“Sit,” I said, pushing her down. She did as she was told. I purred, praising her submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along her lips. They parted obediently.

I had by no means even talked to this girl before, but she immediately knew what she is supposed to do. I gently pushed her head in opposition to the wall and she unzipped my pants. The flight attendant swallowed loudly, her sizable eyes nevertheless fastened on mine.

“open up,” I stated gently, my thumb transferring across her soft lips.

My manhood came out from my pants, rock-hard, nearly ready for climax. It rested on the girl’s lips, and she obediently opened her mouth. Wide.

You don’t have any notion what’s coming, darling, I thought, and I filled her mouth all the way, maintaining her head so she couldn’t move. I felt her choking, and thrust even deeper. Oh yes, I turned her over and pulled up her skirt, she isn’t wearing any underwear, then I pushed into her fast and hard. She gulped in terror, like I was going to break her. I withdrew. Slowly. Then I kissed her on the back of her head as I observed her calming down, licking her lips as she catches her breath. “I’ll fuck you hard how I want to” I said to her softly.

My face expressed nothing—no smile, no emotion. For a moment, the lady stared at me with those large eyes, sooner or later nodding her consent. I breathed, caressing her back with my fingers. I pulled out and turned her over again. I leaned her head in addition again towards the wall and slid myself alongside her tongue all the way to her throat. She clasped her lips round my manhood. Oh yes! My hips started to thrust, hard. I could sense her struggle for her breath, so I gripped her harder. That’s it! She tried to push me away but I pulled even harder. It turned me on even more. I appreciated it when they fought when they had been helpless against my strength. I closed my eyes and saw Amore Mio kneeling in front of me, her light blue eyes piercing me like daggers.

She loved it when I took her like that. I clenched my fingers on her hair even harder, seeing the lust in her stare. I couldn’t wait any longer. Two more tough strokes and I froze, whilst I reached my climax. It spurted out from my shaft, filling the girl’s throat, almost choking her. I opened my eyes and looked at her smeared makeup. I withdrew a fraction, making some space. Then She swallowed.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she looked satisfied. I pulled myself out of her mouth and she returned on her heels, sliding up the wall.

When I determined it was once enough, I pulled away and zipped my pants

I provided her a steadying hand as she pushed herself straight, she stood next to me on barely shaky legs. She smiled and headed towards the door of the bathroom.

I went to my seat and sat, taking a sip of the first-rate liquor, even though its ice has melted some time ago. Antonio places down his newspaper and sent me a look.

“Back in the day, they’d kill us all right.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes, and clinked the glass in opposition to the tabletop with irritation.

“Back in the Day we used to run booze and drugs as a substitute of running the biggest business in Italy.” I leaned in the chair, pinning my consigliere with an indignant stare. “I am the head of the DeCavalcante household and I acquired the place I am with the aid of no quirk of fate. It was once my father’s decision. I have been added up prepared to lead the household and convey it into a new era.” I sighed again, relaxing a little when the flight attendant flitted silently to the front of the plane. “Antonio,” I said. “I know you used to like killing.” Antonio has been in the family for long time now, as my adviser, he allowed himself a slight smile.

“We’ll have an opportunity for that soon enough.” I dispatched him a grave look. “Dante.” I looked to my friend, who was stealing glances at me the whole time. “Tell your men to start searching for Pedro.” My eyes traced back to Antonio. “You prefer to kill? You’ll get to.”

I downed the rest of my whisky. The sun over Naples was setting when we landed at the airport. We exited the plane, then headed out towards the terminal entrance. I pulled out my sunglasses, feeling a blast of the scorching-hot air on my skin. Mount Vesuvius loomed over the horizon—perfectly visible today.

The tourists should be happy, I thought, coming into the air-conditioned building. “The guys from Aruba want to meet with you over that problem we talked about earlier,” Dante said, on foot by means of my side. “We have to take care of the clubs, too.”

I listened to him intently, remembering everything that we need to do once we get home. Suddenly, it felt like everything grew dark and the world stop for a moment, even though my eyes is wide open. I saw her. I blinked frantically. I’d only ever seen Amore Mio when I needed to. My eyes widened, but she was nowhere to be seen. Am I losing my mind for real? Were the hallucinations growing stronger?

I need to go back to that doctor to get stronger meds. But not now. I have to get matters done. Like find the drug dealer who had mysteriously disappeared after he stole from me. Well, not “disappeared” per se, but the time period was once the closest one that match the situation. We had been close to the car when I saw her again. Fucking hell, but that’s impossible! I climbed into the parked car and pulled Dante in when he opened the other door.

“It’s her,” I whispered, my throat coarse and dry. I pointed at a woman walking to the car, away from us. “It’s Amore Mio.”

My head was spinning. I couldn’t agree with my eyes. Or possibly I was just seeing things. Losing my mind. The car started, and started to drive.

“Slow down,” Dante said as we had been closing in on the girl. “Holy shit,” he breathed as we caught up with her.

My heart skipped a beat. Her head turned; she was looking straight at me, not seeing me through the tinted window. Her eyes, nose, her lips… It was her— simply like I’d dreamed. She is perfect in every way. I reached for the door handle, however Dante stopped me.

A big man was calling over to Amore Mio, and she walked to his direction.

“Not now, Marco.”

I sat there, frustrated. She is right there! She is real! I could have her, contact her. Take her with me and spend the rest of eternity with her.

“What the fuck are you doing, are you stupid?” I shouted.

“She’s with others. We are not aware of who they are, and they are capable of.”

The vehicle accelerated and I ought to do nothing but stare at the fading silhouette of perfection

“I’m sending our people after her now. You’ll know who she is before we reach home. Marco!” Dante was saying, raising his voice. I didn’t react. “You’ve waited so long and you found her— so you can wait a couple hours more.”

I pinned him with a gaze so livid and hateful he reduced in himself away. I should have slapped him right there and then. But in the back of my mind, I knew he was right, however the rest—the widespread part—didn’t prefer to hear to a phrase he said.

“You have one hour,” I said, staring dumbly at the seat in the front of me. “You have sixty fucking minutes to tell me everything about who she is.”

We parked at the driveway and stepped out. Dante’s guys walked over straight away, handing him an envelope. He passed it to me, and I headed toward the library without saying anything. I needed to be on my own so I ought to wrap my head round all this.

I sat behind of my desk and tore off the upper side of the envelope, my palms all at once shaky. I spilled its contents to the desktop.