Omertà Anthology - A Very Merry Mafioso Christmas

by V. Domino

  “Sassy, take it easy,” Heather says, laughing.

  “Nemo, I’m good. I want to have fun, and don’t worry,” I say, smiling.

  I drink my Long Island iced tea and dance to the music, waving my hands up in the air.

  I’m feeling damn good, maybe a little drunk, but not much, and I don’t see the damn guards anywhere.

  Fuckingtastic!

  “Right,” Heather says, nodding.

  “I’ll be back later. I’m checking out the hunks,” I say, smirking.

  I walk down the room, looking at the dance floor, running into a rigid body.

  “Sorry,” I gasp, moving my hands, grabbing onto muscular arms to stop my fall.

  I grab onto the arms, throwing my head back to look at the tall man. The man holds onto my waist to steady me.

  He looks familiar, but I’m not sure where I’ve seen him.

  “Dolce Angelo (sweet angel), all good,” says the tall man.

  “Uh, thanks,” I smile, looking up.

  He’s so damn hot that sinful thoughts race through my mind.

  The man is sinfully sexy, with an olive complexion, brilliant blue eyes, oh my god, he has a dimple on his chin. His dark brown hair is pulled back at the nape, but a lock slips out of the bind, falling across his face.

  I move my hand to push back the lock, gazing into his intense, heated eyes.

  “Dolce Angelo, I’m Chris, what’s your name,” asks Chris; his eyes roam over my face, and his lips turn up, holding onto my waist, pulling me closer.

  “Hi, I’m Noelle,” I say, smiling at him moving my hands up to rest on his shoulders, throwing my head back to look at him. My long hair swings down my back, gliding over his hands.

  Oh my, I feel his hard erection against my stomach, ratcheting my hormones.

  “Let me buy you a drink,” Chris says, releasing me, takes my hand, pulling me.

  “Yes, I would love a Long Island iced tea,” I say, grinning, following him into the VIP room.

  I look around at the black leather sofa, the purple lights, and the small table with a whiskey bottle and glasses.

  A barmaid walks into the room, smiling and looking at Chris.

  “I’m Lisa. Would you like something to drink,” asks Lisa, smiling at Chris?

  Uh, oh, no. That bitch is not trying to flirt with Chris when I’m standing right here.

  Stupid bitch.

  Doesn’t she see me?

  Fuck!

  Chris releases my hand, sliding it around my waist, pulling me close to his side.

  I slide my arm around his waist, leaning into his side, smiling, looking up at him.

  I’m so ready to spend time with this hot man.

  “Please bring a Long Island iced tea for my Dolce Angelo,” Chris says, turning to look at Lisa, nodding.

  I look at his profile, lowering my eyelids to focus.

  Fuck!

  It’s him, the mafioso, the soldier that visits my Dad.

  Chris walks to the sofa, falling onto the couch, pulls me down next to him.

  I wrap my arm around his shoulder and place my hand on this chest, giggling. I kiss his neck, inhaling his intoxicating spicy scent.

  I shift on his lap, grinding my ass over his hard cock.

  Fuck, he smells heavenly.

  Yeah, he wants me.

  I turn my head to watch the bitch walk away, swaying her hips.

  “Yes, Sir,” Lisa says, nodding.

  I turn my head to gaze into his heated blue eyes, running my finger through his hair, pulling off the leather tie.

  Chris gazes into my eyes, and then he looks at my lips shifting.

  “Tell me, Dolce Angelo, did you come with your friends,” Chris asks, running his finger over my lower lip.

  “I came alone, but I met my bitches here,” I say, laughing.

  I lean in to suck his finger into my mouth, running my tongue over his finger, then I suck it lowering my eyelids gazing into his beautiful eyes.

  Fuck!

  This soldier makes me weak and so damn hot. He’s always made me feel butterflies, and now, fuck, he makes me melt in his arms. I want him tonight, and I don’t care that he works with my Dad.

  Chris groans, looking at my mouth, sucking his finger, and then he gazes into my eyes.

  “Fuck, naughty Angelo,” Chris pulls his finger, pulling me closer to his chest. He runs his hand up my back, wrapping his fingers at my neck, pulling me closer. He runs his lips over my lips, waiting for me to allow him in.

  I moan, closing my eyes opening my mouth, feeling a delicious chill race up my back and my hair stand. I tangle my tongue with Chris’s tongue, moving my hand up to his neck.

  Chris runs his tongue softly over mine; then his kiss turns demanding, running his tongue along every crevice and sucking it. His hand runs up my leg, squeezing my flesh as he moves up.

  Chris pulls back and looks over my shoulder, pushing my face into his neck.

  “Thanks,” Chris says, nodding.

  I turn my face to look at the barmaid walk out of the room.

  “Chris,” I whisper, kissing his neck and biting his earlobe, feeling him shake.

  “Fuck,” Chris growls, kissing me.

  He moves his hand up, grabbing my ass, squeezing my flesh.

  I return his heated kiss, biting his lower lip moaning.

  He slides my dress to the side; cupping my breast in his hand, he leans down to suck my nipple into his mouth. He moves his hand down my stomach and under my dress, running his fingers under my panty over my swollen wet flesh. His hand feels so hot on my skin.

  “Ohhh. . . . .that feels so damn good,” I whimper, riding his finger.

  Noelle is driving me crazy.

  She’s so damn hot and so damn wet.

  I’m so ready to fuck my baby; she’s been on my mind all fucking day after I saw her at her home.

  I don’t know if she knows who I am, but I’m a greedy motherfucker, and I can’t stop making her mine tonight.

  I push her down onto the sofa, pulling her dress up, tearing off her panty. I lean down to lick her sweet honey, sucking her swollen flesh, feeling her pull me closer to her sweet pussy.

  “Chris, yes, that feels so good,” Noelle whispers, moving her leg over my shoulder.

  I sink my tongue into her sweet pussy, growling into her flesh as I feel her tense yelling my name.

  “Chris,” Noelle yells, raising her hips.

  I lick her honey, looking at her beautiful face and her swollen breast.

  I unbutton my black slacks, pull down my zipper, and pull out my raging cock. I run my hand up and down my shaft as I suck Noelle’s swollen flesh.

  “Chris, I need you,” Noelle moans, moving her finger over her swollen flesh.

  “Fuck, Baby, you’re so damn wet,” I growl, moving up to run my cock over her flesh.

  “Oh yes, now,” Noelle yells, raising her hips.

  I gaze into her huge golden-brown eyes, positioning my cock at her entrance. I thrust into her, moaning. She’s so fucking tight and fuck, she’s a virgin.

  Fuck!

  “Noelle, are you okay,” I say, looking at her wince, opening her eyes.

  “Yeah, don’t stop,” Noelle yells, moving her hips.

  I start to move, leaning down to kiss her softly, but she returns my kiss passionately, biting my lip, sending me into a red-hot lust. I run my lips down her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as mine.

  “Baby, look at me,” I grate, grinding into her. I thrust into her faster and deeper, holding onto her hands gazing into her eyes.

  Noelle opens her beautiful warm eyes. I fall into her eyes, connecting with her soul.

  Fuck!

  I know that she’s mine; I can feel her deep in my soul.

  “Chris, faster,” Noelle yells.

  I feel her pussy grasp my cock tight, and I watch her coming undone, pushing me over the edge.

  I thrust one last time, shooting everything I have inside her. Noelle wraps her arms ar
ound my neck as I kiss hard, demanding her all, trying to brand her.

  I pull back, gaze into her soft heated eyes looking at her flush face. She smiles at me and pulls me down for another kiss.

  I usually fuck them and leave them, but Noelle is so damn different. I want her again and again. I want so much more.

  “Baby, I want to take you home,” I say hoarsely into her ear, kissing her neck.

  “Okay, let’s go,” Noelle whispers, running her fingers through my hair, then pulls my face up. She kisses me with a wild hunger turning me on.

  I pull back to look at her to see if she means it. I nod; moving off her, I tuck my aching cock into my pants, watching her adjust her dress. I take the napkins on the table, and I clean her up. I look at the napkin stained with blood. I crunch the napkin and shove it in my pocket.

  Fuck!

  I’m not leaving evidence of her innocence here at the fucking club. I like to think that if I knew of her innocence, I would have stopped or at least taken her home.

  I look at the marks I made, making me fucking hard.

  “I’ll text my bitches to let them know that I’m leaving with you,” Noelle says, smiling.

  Noelle looks at me, running her hands through her soft curly hair, then she pulls out her cell phone from her jacket. Her fingers slide over the screen to send the text to her girls.

  I take a pull of my whiskey, enjoying the view. Noelle so damn beautiful, and I know that I’m not going to ever get enough of her. I knew that she was special, that she was mine since the first time I saw her at Winters house. I never dared to talk to her, but tonight, she’s like a Dolce Angelo falling into my tormented soul, shining her bright light. I know that Winters has plans but hell if I’m going to allow him to sell her off to the highest bidder in the Mafia. I’m only a soldier but I’m going to do all I can to keep her. My chest tightens, and my soul flinches.

  Fuck, she’s ingrained in my soul.

  Noelle looks at me, sliding her cell into her jacket, then she grabs the Long Island iced tea from the table. She takes a drink looking at me.

  “I’m ready to leave, but I’m also ready for more of you,” Noelle says, giggling.

  I smile, leaning in to kiss her swollen lips.

  “Baby, I’m so fucking ready for more,” I growl, moving my hand to her neck, pulling her close. I take her lips in a rough, demanding kiss.

  I pull away, smiling at her; I run my thumb over her lower lip.

  “Hell, you’re so damn sexy and dangerous to my heart,” Noelle whispers, gazing into my eyes.

  “I’m never going to be a threat to you, Noelle; you’re my Dolce Angelo, my Baby. Baby, you do know that I work with your Dad but you will never be in any danger with me. I’ve wanted to talk to you for the longest time,” I say huskily.

  “I’m thrilled to hear that, Chris, because I really want you and I wanted you for a long time,” Noelle says, gazing into my eyes.

  “Baby, let’s go before I devour you here, and I really want you in my bed,” I rasp, letting go of her. I lean down to grab her panty, bringing up to my face inhaling deeply.

  Fuck yes!

  I put the panty into my pocket, looking at Noelle blush.

  Yeah, she’s too damn sweet and pure. I shouldn’t have touched her, but I’m no fucking saint.

  I take her hand, and we walk out of the room down the hall, and a big motherfucker steps in front of me, stopping us.

  “Move out of my fucking way,” I growl, walking up to the motherfucker that dares to stop me. I don’t give a damn that he’s Winters goon.

  “Mr. Winters will not like this D’Angelo, so she stays,” Tank growls, crossing his arms.

  “I don’t give a fuck what Winters likes,” I say, pulling Noelle to my side. Noelle wraps her arms around me, staring at Tank.

  “I’m going with him, so move out our way,” Noelle says, glaring at Tank.

  “Fuck,” Tank growls, moving to the side.

  “Fucker,” I growl, walking down the hall.

  I push the back door open, slamming into the wall, walking out into the parking lot towards my parked car. I open the passenger door and help her into the car. I walk around to get into the driver's side. I drive back to my apartment, glancing at Noelle to see if she’s still okay.

  I can’t believe that she was a virgin, and yet I do. Winters has a tight rein on her because I know that the guards are all over her.

  I pull into the parking garage parking next to the elevator. I slide out of the car, walking quickly to open her door. I extend my hand to help her exit the vehicle. I raise her hand, kissing her wrist.

  The next morning.

  I look at Noelle sleeping in my arms, gazing at her breasts rise and fall as she breathes. I look down at her flat stomach and to her sweet pussy.

  Fuck!

  All of my blood rushes to my cock, so damn ready for more. I can’t fucking believe how much Noelle turns me on. My damn cock wants more even though I fucked her all night. I move my hand, running my fingers over her nipple. I watch it tighten, and I listen to her sexy whimper.

  “Chris,” Noelle murmurs, opening her eyes smiling.

  “Baby, I want some,” I say, looking at the soft blush spread over her breasts, up her neck, and over her face. Her eyes sparkle, and she bites her lower lip.

  “Yes, I do too,” Noelle whispers, sliding her leg over my waist. She shifts, straddling me, running her sweet pussy over my hard-throbbing cock.

  “Fuck,” I growl, moving hands grabbing her hips. I move her so I can thrust into her hot tight pussy.

  “Oh yes,” Noelle moans, leaning down to kiss me.

  Fuck! She’s so damn passionate, and I love it.

  I move up to take her nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard, and then I lick it feeling her pussy tighten around my cock. I release her nipple with a pop thrusting up.

  “Baby, ride my cock,” I growl, moving her hips as I thrust up.

  “Oh, fuck yes, you feel so damn good,” Noelle says, resting her hands on my chest to shift up and down my cock.

  “That’s it, Baby,” I growl, thrusting up.

  I turn her onto her back, and I pump into her pushing her over the edge. I love hearing her yell my name as I fall over the edge. I fall, resting my face in her neck.

  I love her scent.

  I move to fall onto my side, looking at her.

  “Baby, I’m going to make some breakfast for us,” I say, pushing her hair from her face.

  “Oh yes, coffee sounds good,” Noelle says, moving her hand over my shoulder.

  “Baby, I want you to stay with me all weekend,” I say, kissing her neck.

  “Ummm . . . that sounds heavenly, but I need to get my clothes from my girl Heather. She has my overnight bag,” Noelle says, laughing.

  “No, you don’t. I like seeing you naked,” I say, pulling back to look at her.

  “Yeah, but I would like to go see a movie, have dinner,” Noelle says, smiling running her hand through my hair.

  I furrow my forehead, nodding.

  “Yeah, that sounds good. I can go get it,” I say, nodding.

  “Awesome,” Noelle says, nodding.

  “I need you to take care of this contract tonight,” Capo Diego says, looking at me. He takes a pull of his beer, walking to fall onto his chair.

  “I’ll get it done! What about Winters,” I ask, looking at the Capo grinding my jaw tight.

  “That motherfucker is getting on my fucking nerves. He’s not going to be a soldier because he’s not what we need in the family. Keep an eye on him because he’s talking to the Satanic Bastards MC and the Santoro crime family from Sacramento. I don’t know how he thinks that he will get away with it,” Capo growls, taking a pull of his beer.

  “Winters thinks that he can become a soldier with the Santoro family but what’s the deal with the Satanic Bastards MC! What the fuck is he doing messing around with a motorcycle club,” I say, crossing my arms.

  “Motherfucker is crazy, a
nd that’s exactly what we need to find out before the Boss learns of this. He will not be happy that we haven’t taken care of Winters. Since the first week, he’s been a pain in the ass that he became an associate, but he’s a damn good attorney, but it’s getting to be more a pain than a gain associating with him. He’s like a wild card,” Capo Diego says, pressing his lips tight.

  “Yeah, that he is. The motherfucker killed his wife to prove that he was a worthy associate, and that’s one sick motherfucker! I don’t know why he thought that would earn him to be baptized,” I say, walking over to grab my beer from the coffee table.

  “Stay on him; we need to know everything about the motherfucker Gates from the Santoro crime family,” Capo Diego says, taking a pull of his beer.

  “I’ll pay winters a visit,” I say, nodding. I place my beer bottle on the table.

  “Christiano, I know about you fucking around with his daughter! You need to let her go because it will be nothing but trouble,” Capo Diego growls, raising one eyebrow glaring at me.

  “What the fuck! Why would that be your fucking problem? She’s mine,” I growl, shaking my head.

  “Christiano, don’t forget to whom you’re taking too. I order that you stop seeing her,” Capo Diego growls, taking a pull of his beer.

  I refuse to respond, and I turn to walk out of his office.

  This is fucking bullshit. I’m not going to stop seeing my woman.

  Period.

  I walk down the hallway, out of the stupid huge mansion, and down the circular driveway to my car. I drive out of the fucking property to visit Winters.

  Yeah, I’m going to see my Baby.

  I pull into the driveway, turning off my car. I get out and walk up to the door. My cell beeps, and I pull it out of my black leather jacket pocket. I slide my finger over the screen to read the text.

  Noelle: Babe, I’m at the mall with my bitches.

  Chris: Fuck! I’m here at your house, and I can’t see you later.

  Noelle: Fuck! I really wanted to see you.

  Chris: Baby, I have a job tonight.

  Noelle: Okay, love you.

  Chris: Love you.

  I knock, and his goon opens the door. I glare at him, and I walk down the hallway and into Winter’s office.