Battaglia Mafia: La Famiglia Part 69

"I thought you'd be in here," said Carlo.

"Giovanni isn't back yet," Lorenzo grumbled. Carlo closed the door. He chose the seat on the sofa instead of the one in front of his desk.

"It's a good thing. We convicted Santo with no proof. If there is a chance that he didn't betray us, he deserves the benefit of famiglia protection," Carlo said.

Lorenzo grimaced. "He deserves s.h.i.+t."

Carlo shook his head. "I've done everything you asked, Lo. Dr. Buhari? I gutted him after Armando Mancini's men roughed him up. Killed the two-faced b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Your orders. And Carmella, I got rid of her so Giovanni wouldn't have to consider doing it himself." Carlo shook his head. "I've done everything you wanted. Now it's time for you and I to stand down. Let Giovanni lead us."

"I'm only helping him," Lorenzo said. "Gio was too distracted to deal with those two. Dominic's too weak. That's why I'm his left hand. That's why I do what is necessary, before he conceives it. And I tell you Santo isn't to be trusted."

Carlo stared at him. "It's not your call, Lo."

"Beh!" Lorenzo shot his hand up in a dismissive manner. "Renaldo returned a week ago." Lorenzo smiled. He removed the folder. He opened it and pulled out the images. A dead Octavio Leone was on each photo. "My wife's nightmares are over."

"You plan to tell her?" Carlo asked.

"No. Not unless she mentions the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Or maybe I'll save it for her birthday," he chuckled.

"How is she?" Carlo asked.

Lorenzo reclined in his chair. "Marietta is happy. She's adjusting. Right now her priority is getting pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Carlo asked.

"Yes. Of course, we want kids. Why do you say it like that?" Lorenzo snapped.

Carlo shrugged. "No reason. Just didn't know you wanted a kid this soon. I'll go make a few pickups. I'll... uh, come back later this evening to see Gio. Ciao." He stood. He nodded to Lorenzo and walked out. Lorenzo rocked back in his chair. He frowned at the tone Carlo used in his voice. His friend seemed to be unsettled. Maybe he should find a woman and settle down.

Outside in the hall Carlo started to walk away. And then he saw her. She wore a runner's suit, the pants tight as skin on her shapely legs. The white s.h.i.+rt she wore was open. A ring of sweat was around the collar. She'd been excercising he supposed. Her ample b.r.e.a.s.t.s and trim waist drew his eyes. She drank down a cool drink in a plastic bottle.

His gaze travelled up to hers. Marietta stopped and lowered the bottle. He'd kept his promise. He stayed away. This was the first he had seen of her in weeks.

Carlo approached her.

"Hi," she said.

"Ciao," he said and started to walk past her.

She blocked him. "Carlo, we can be friends can't we?" she asked.

He looked down at her. "Sure. Friends. Congratulations."

"For what?" Marietta asked.

"Lorenzo told me you are trying to have a baby," Carlo said. He studied her reaction. Marietta lowered her gaze. She mumbled something he didn't quite hear. He lifted his chin. "You'd make a good mother, cara. The kid woud be tough like you," he smiled.

She grinned at him. "Thanks, Carlo."

"See you later," he said.

She stepped aside. He forced himself to continue without looking back.

Marietta watched Carlo go. She hated the awkwardness between them. She feared it even more when he was kind. What if Lorenzo picked up on how Carlo avoided her, or the way he stared at her? She wiped her hand back over her brow. And a baby? She and Lorenzo needed to talk. She went to her husband's office. When she opened his door she found him sitting behind his desk.

"Hi, baby," she said.

Lorenzo looked up. "h.e.l.lo, beautiful."

"Working still?" she asked.

"Just started," he said.

Marietta came inside. "I was about to shower. Wanted to know if you wanted to watch?" she sipped her water. Lorenzo chuckled. Marietta smiled. "I think I will accept Mira's offer and start to work with Catalina at Fabiana's."

"You sure? You had your concerns," Lorenzo said.

"I want to work with my sister, and my husband. Who says I can't do both." Marietta smiled.

Lorenzo pushed back from his desk. He walked around and sat on the front of it. "I will handle Mancini and our affairs. You trust me right?"

"With my life," she walked over to him and he opened his arms to hug her. She was pulled in between his legs. He gripped her a.s.s.

"I want children, Marie," Lorenzo said.

Marietta closed her eyes, "I know you do. But we should wait, Lorenzo. Get things settled between us first."

"When? When will you be ready?" Lorenzo asked.

Marietta sighed, "I don't know."

He lifted her chin from his chest so he could look into her eyes. "Maybe I should join you in that shower to convince you?"

Marietta grinned. "A little practice may help."

Lorenzo stood. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Marietta laughed. She grinned as he carried her out of his office.

* B *

Santo was brought into the private room after an hour of waiting. Giovanni looked up at his childhood friend and saw the battle scars of a prison beating swollen on his face and neck. Giovanni stood and greeted Santo with a brotherly hug. "Sit," he told him.

Santo did so in silence. Dominic stood off in the corner. No one spoke. Giovanni smoothed his hand across the surface of the table. "You will be moved. Protetcted." Giovanni's gaze lifted. "It troubles me that it has taken this long to arrange it."

Santo stared at him.

"I've spoken with the attorneys. They have a deal on the table for the prosecutors. Because of your testimony you will be granted early release. In a few weeks you will be a free man again," Giovanni advised.

"I testify and I'm a marked man," Santo said. "No one will ever take me serious again, Gio."

"It's a sacrifice I want you to make. For the greater good," Giovanni smiled.

"Can I ask you why, Gio? Why is it you are so blind to Lorenzo?" Santo asked. He glanced to Dominic. "You know I didn't betray you. Can you say that Lorenzo is more trustworthy than me?"

"Lorenzo is my blood. I don't have to say anything about his loyalties."

Santo nodded. "True. But even after my release I can never start my own clan with this on my reputation. Why am I even needed to testify? Mottola hung himself in his cell." Santo looked up. "Or at least that is what the authorities want the press to believe."

"It's the way things are done. The `Ndrangheta are on trial, as are the members of Mottola's clan. You are a key witness. You will only testify regarding our business deals. Dominic and the attorneys will help you." Giovanni leaned forward. He lowered his voice. "Nothing regarding la famiglia will ever part your lips. Do we understand each other?"

"Si," he nodded. "Perfectly."

Giovanni stood. He walked around the table and patted Santo on the shoulder. He glanced to Dominic and nodded he was done. "Be well. See me again when you are free."

"Grazie," Santo said through clenched teeth.

Santo was escorted to his cell. Giovanni had kept his word. He had him moved. But the trap set by Lorenzo still burned Santo's gut. If he did nothing, he'd make sure that Lorenzo was made to pay.

"Santo! You have a visitor!" The guard announced.

Santo turned in his cell. Had Giovanni forgotten something? Was it his attorneys visiting so soon after his boss? He nodded and walked out of his cell. The guard again clamped down handcuffs on his wrists and forced him to walk out into the hall. When he turned the corner to the private room he stopped in surprise.

"Isabella? What are you doing here?"

She smiled sweetly. Santo was unchained. Isabella walked over to him. "How are you, Santo?" she took his face in her hands. "What happed to you? Did they attack you?"

"I'm fine," he said. Her sweet floral scent filled his nostrils. He hugged her and she was soft and feminine. Isabella was only someone he briefly met. She made a few proposals to him for Giovanni. But he hadn't truly had a chance to present them. Her visit was kind, and a bit strange considering their unfamiliar history.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"You look like you need a friend." Isabella smiled. "I'd like to be one."

* B *

Mira checked her appearance in the mirror. The dress, her hair, down to the color of the polish on her nails had all been done with care. The door below her had closed. Villa Rosso was forbidden territory. But she had made sure this night it was their sanctuary. She hurried down the stairs, careful of the hem of her dress.

Giovanni stood in the center of the room. He looked as yummy as ever. His tall hard-bone muscular frame was richly outlined in a black silk tailored suit with a crisp white s.h.i.+rt and black and white striped tie. Raven dark hair tapered low to his thick sideburns and nape contrasted with his deep olive brown skin that spoke to his Sicilian heritage. And of course it was his eyes that made her love for him deepen. The intensity of their hue often left her light headed and giddy when she stared into them too long.

Violet-blue, his steely gaze swept the room and his silky dark brows drew together with concern. The ambiance had to have startled him. Afterall this was his territory. A place where deals were made, and lives were controlled or broken. On a rare occaision or two she'd joined him here. Today she had the place cleaned and scrubbed of the stench of tobacco, leather, and vino. Candles were left on tall and short pedestals around the place giving off a dim yellow glow. She'd gotten a tape ca.s.sette of Sade and put it in his stereo to set the mood. The sultry words Sade sang, professing her love and vow to by her man's side filled the room.

His man cave was now their love shack.

"Hi, baby," she said.

His gaze swung her way and she felt a throb of response intimately. He regarded her between narrowed lids. It was time for her seduction and she was as nervous as she was the first time he had laid his hands on her. She gave him a moment to take her all in. She'd chosen one of her special creations. A wrap around silk dress with a low cut front and a side split of the fabric that reached her hipbone. It was midnight blue and had a short train that rippled across the floor as she walked toward him. It was taboo for a designer with a collection as vast as hers to repeat the same design of dress over and over again. But her man liked dresses that unwrapped easily. So she wore this one special for him.

"Welcome home," she said.

She untied the belt to her dress with a slow erotic striptease like the one she practiced with Marietta. Giovanni smiled as she let the fabric peel away from her skin. Their eyes met. She moved her hips in a slow roll to Sade's seductive voice. She wore a black lace half bra that barely covered her nipples in the cups that heaved her bosom upward. She'd chosen a matching high-wasted thong panty. For weeks she'd kept her figure hidden under baggy clothes. She didn't shower with him. She had to make sure to wear pajama pants and oversized t-s.h.i.+rts to bed. She wanted this moment.

She earned this moment. Mira danced for her husband. She moved as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panty and started to work them off her hips and thighs until they dropped to her knees and then ankles so she could step out of them. She closed her eyes and felt the music move through her. Let the lyrics and s.e.xy rhythm consume her. She unhooked her bra and tossed it. Her eyes opened. Giovanni stood there watching.

"For me?" he asked, his gaze sweeping every inch of her curves.

"For you," she said and approached him. She ran her hand down his tie and then slid both of her hands under his suit jacket to either side of his shoulders so she could help him out of the jacket. "You want to know why I chose Villa Rosso? Why I invaded your sanctuary?"

Giovanni's left brow winged up with curiosity.

"Because this is a part of you. The part of you that's kept unseen." She brushed her lips over his. "I want to start again here. Love you," she kissed his lips. "Here."

Mira began to loosen his tie and then slid it out of its knot. She unraveled it from around his neck. "Tonight I'm yours. And you're mine. Tonight I f.u.c.k Don Giovanni."

He chuckled.

She squeezed his c.o.c.k and flicked her tongue at his lip, before drawing it into her mouth.

"Mmm.... It's going to get rough, Bella," he whispered.

"I can take it," she said rubbing her body up against him. "If you do one thing for me?"

"Name it," he said.

"My p.u.s.s.y," she whispered in his ear.

Giovanni swept her up in his arms. She giggled and held to his neck, kissing his face. He carried her into his office instead of upstairs to the bed. "You want to f.u.c.k the Don, you f.u.c.k him in here," he said.

He put her on the sofa. Mira parted her legs. She touched her p.u.s.s.y for him with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other. As if under her spell he shed his s.h.i.+rt obdiently. He went to his knees. Mira closed her eyes.

The sight of her s.e.x both flush and pink brought him to his knees. He had missed her desperately. She parted the dark lips at her center and revealed her hot pink flower. Moisture glazed the walls of her c.u.n.t. Giovanni swiped a finger across her silken walls and brought the finger to his mouth and tasted her. Mira smiled. His head lowered as he tongued her opening and f.u.c.ked her hole with the tip of his tongue.

Mira's breathing went uneven.

He rubbed his hand up and stroked her belly, reached and pinched her nipple. He used his other hand to lift the top hood of her p.u.s.s.y to release her c.l.i.t. His tongue swiped up out of her hole to toy with the nub.

"Yes!" Mira cried out.

Giovanni groaned and sank his face, mouth deeper into her p.u.s.s.y as he sucked her c.l.i.t and rubbed his nose over the curly hairs covering her mons. She gasped loudly bucking her a.s.s up off the sofa seat. He used his tongue to soothe her c.l.i.t with gentle glides up and down it, before going low. She neared her climax and pumped her p.u.s.s.y up against his mouth, beating her fist against the back cus.h.i.+on of the sofa.

"Giovanni! Yes, please!" she cried out.

Using his thumb and forefinger to hold her open he feasted on her p.u.s.s.y until she reached her earth shattering release.

He drew away licking his lips. He undid his belt buckle and ripped his zipper down. "Get on your knees. Now."

She wheezed for a breath, and shakily sunk to the floor. She turned in front of him and got on her hands and knees. Giovanni's entire body hardened at the sight of her. She tossed him a look over her shoulder. Wild excitement glittered in her eyes. His jaw tightened and he closed the distance between them. He caressed the curve of her a.s.s.

The head of his c.o.c.k nudged her her p.u.s.s.y until he found her entrance. He flexed his hips and drove himself deep with one hard stroke.

"Ugh!" she gasped.