by S. W. Frank
Alfonzo dropped a bomb on her head last night. He was allowing Nico’s ex-wife and son to stay here. How could he do that without asking her permission, huh?
Yep, the man she cheated with and his ex-wife were in her house. What kind of mess is that? Alfonzo lost his mind, for real this time because he was putting gasoline and a torch in the same area and that made for a deadly explosion. Man, did she argue how that was NOT happening, but lost the debate when Alfonzo appealed to her compassion. “Babe, whoever snatched Nico’s kid can easily go after her and the boy. They need my protection and in New York, there’s too many ways somebody can get at them. Here, I got men in droves on the house and around the vicinity. We built this house together, remember you said make sure there’s an escape route and safe room for the kids because you’d be damned if history repeated itself? Well, how much safer can that woman and her son be, than here? I don’t want to worry about you or the children and I’m sure Nico feels the same about his family. He’s your friend as you said, so this is how you help a friend, by opening your home when they need it. I do a lot of things I don’t like bonita, but I make it my business to take care of mi familia. Nico is family whether I like it or not and this problem with his son is also mine. It’s just the way shit turns out, sometimes. This is the time we put our differences aside, we always do this when family needs us.”
Oh baby, he was testing her. Yes, he was. He was putting her in the direct line of fire and making her confront her mess. “Alfonzo this is not good. The kids don’t need to know what happened.”
“Look babe, suck it up and confront the shit, just don’t fight in front of our kids. You can handle it, you got to, feel me?”
“Can I feel you, right now?” She replied and caressed the bulge between his thighs. His eyebrow rose in censure and she groaned, “Oh, stop with the face. They can stay, but if we fight in here while you’re gone, it’ll be on you!”
He wrestled her down to the bed with that statement and made love to her so good she would’ve done anything to please her voracious stallion of a man.
The thumping became rapid drum rolls and came with a squeal from a woman, “Nico…unh…unh…unh…that’s it…shit…unh…unh…ummm!”
Selange grew angry. Nico’s ex-wife was a screamer or deliberately ensuring she woke-up the entire house. These were solid walls and the hussy was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Selange pressed her ear against Alfonzo’s firm chest then covered the other ear with her hand in an attempt to block out the noises. Her thoughts jumped to Shanda who disappeared with Giuseppe after the party. She supposed Shanda and Giuseppe were also somewhere getting busy at two in the morning. Ugh, but at least she didn’t have to hear their entire love-making session!
****
Giuseppe’s blue eyes were smiling up at the curvaceous woman in crotchless panties and the sexy red garter belt. Even her shoes were red spike heels and those legs were screaming to be stretched wide for him. This Shanda was exciting and he loved the adrenalin pulsing directly to his groin. She was making him play a game and he despised games, but this was different, this was a sex game and those he conquered. Ah –yes this was the game for champions. With the blood of a Greek and African, he possessed a warrior and gladiator spirit which ensured he was certain to win.
The sexy minx had him hog-tied on the floor, bound with silk scarves and he was chuckling at it; although the knots were tight, getting loose would be a breeze. Her legs were on either side of his body. In her hands were a bowl of ice and chocolate syrup.
Giuseppe’s penis stood at attention. It was straight and hard as hell as Shanda lowered her ass and hovered less than an inch from the tip of his corona. “Are you hungry my big Italian daddy?” She purred.
“Um, starving.”
She sat the bowl near his head then squeezed the chocolate on the tip of two fingers. Giuseppe smirked, watching in a lustful trance as she inserted the syrup inside her crotch, smiling seductively and it set him on fire. He loved double chocolate, it was the tastiest kind.
“Come eat, big daddy.” She said standing as she picked up the bowl and gave him an aerial view of everything. She strut hard to the opposite side of the bedroom and sat the edible items on the nightstand then climbed in the bed and slowly spread her legs then gave him a provocative smile.
Giuseppe flexed forward in anticipation. In this game he had to get to the bed in order to eat, impeded by restraints. He showed his agility when he bent his knees and hopped to his feet. Easy! “Whoa, holy shit!” Wait, the Russian Vodka he drank earlier put him at a disadvantage. Damn that vodka, he shouldn’t have drank it. Rum or Brandy was more to his liking.
He swayed for a second as she smiled, enjoying the show. She beckoned with a finger and he growled in frustration. This one, Shanda, he liked. He liked fucking her, more. He hopped quickly over to the bed and dived headfirst between her open thighs, but the woman slid back laughing. He silenced her smug claim at victory when his large hands came free and clamped down on her thighs.
He smirked at her surprised expression and proceeded to rip the frilly lace panties to shreds with his teeth and exposed her luscious valley. His dark head bent lower and his tongue went inside Shanda’s warm chocolaty flesh and she purred his name. He licked her cream and nibbled at her feminine lips and she pushed forward screaming for more.
Giuseppe leaned back, her game was fun, but now it was his turn. She moaned and wiggled in sexual frustration as he took his time to untie the girly binds holding his ankles together. Then he reached for the chocolate syrup, grinned at her impatience and poured the sticky stuff along his penis and tongue then lay beside her, waiting. This time she’d come to him and she did, instantly. Shanda kissed the sweet sticky concoction from his palette, and began to move down his body like a serpent, licking across his chest until she reached the V section and he changed the game. He reached for some ice cubes and stuck them in his mouth, curved his tongue and hoist her up by the thighs. He bent forward as she began sucking him down south and pushed his tongue inside her vaginal canal.
Shanda lift and squeezed her butt cheeks as she sucked and moaned under the cool titillating sensation. She held on to Giuseppe’s hard bulging thigh muscles as he elevated her ass higher, making gravity bring her down harder on his thick rod.
‘Shit!’ Her mind screamed, from the exhibition of the Italians’ strength. They were in a 69, except the elevation brought blood rushing to her head. Hot damn, this was the best night of her fucking life!
Giuseppe slid from her lips, knelt behind her and they formed a spoon. His torso pressed her down to the bed and she clutched at the sheets as he brought her ass roughly up and drove his throbbing dick so far in her overly lubricated hole that a glorious holler escaped her lips. But, it wasn’t pain…ooooh babe…unh-unh...she screamed for him to fuck her good and hard. Giuseppe did so with gusto and more.
Oh yeah, baby, he fucked her to the end of the bed and she took hold of one of the posts as he thrust and gyrated. She was pole dancing with a heavy beast and the action became so intense they actually broke down the edge of Alfonzo’s sturdy bed!
CHAPTER FOUR
The wind and rain slowed the car’s progression. Wax turned off at the next exit heading toward Naples keeping an eye out for any trailing cars as his important passengers continued their heated discussion. He didn’t care for the man sitting beside Alberti, nor did he agree in the manner in which he spoke. Veiled threats hid in his tone although the words were polite. He waited for the code, often a slight gesture such as a tug on Alberti’s cuff-link or a glance that signified ‘kill.’
The gesture did not come and Wax snarled angrily. He itched to eliminate the disrespectful man and halt any further debate. However, his employer was a man of strategy. Wax wondered what alternative did Alberti have when presented with an ultimatum from a lowly Don who spoke to the Capo de tutti in such a way.
Fabio Benaducci’s sarcasm was not lost on Alberti’s ears, “Giuseppe has
men looking for his friend. His trip abroad does not lessen his concern for Roberto.” Alberti responded to Fabio’s criticism of his nephew.
“If that is true then why haven’t we any word of my son?”
“Even with Giuseppe’s contacts, he is not a magician. He cannot make men appear who don’t want to be found.”
“Roberto has not run off like some bride-to-be before a wedding Alberti.”
“None of us know your son’s mind. We are as concerned about his disappearance as you are.”
Fabio scoffed, “I doubt it.” He flicked his eyes over the distinguished man, “You serve as his Consigliere, before him you were Luzo’s trusted friend. I have no qualms with you, but I cannot profess the same for Dichenzo’s ruthless bastard.”
Alberti’s eyes narrowed. Fabio was unaware of his relationship to the ‘ruthless bastard’ and speaking in this manner elicited Alberti’s disdain. This meeting had become unproductive. It was time to get to the matter, “What are you suggesting be done to find your missing son?”
Fabio waved his hand dismissively at this question, “We both know Roberto is dead. Unless he’s resurrected, there is no coming home for my son. His mother is beside herself with grief. All I ask is for his body so we may give him a proper burial in our family plot.”
“And you think Giuseppe can provide his body, although he has no idea where the man is?”
“The façade is over Luca. Counsel Giuseppe. Let him know I do not stand alone in my request. Giuseppe has angered many with his disrespect and volatile temperament. Many feel he is not meant to lead and this latest affront against my family confirms it.”
It struck Alberti odd Fabio would speak so boldly, unless he spoke the truth. Deep down he knew he had. Eversince Carlo’s death, Giuseppe usurped Alberti’s advice and offended many of the old families by reassigning territories to a favored few. The majority siding with Fabio were those he angered by the stupid move. The man considered power a tool to bully, when sometimes compromise has a more potent effect. He knew what he had to do; Fabio had placed his cards on the table and waited for Alberti to reveal his hand. Being a man far more astute, Alberti relaxed his posture, unfazed by the man’s blunt delivery. “Speaking in such a way is dangerous business Fabio. Those siding with you put themselves at great risk for an unproven theory. There is no proof Giuseppe had anything to do with Roberto’s disappearance. Such speculation is from a worried father seeking to assign blame in the dark.”
The car came to a halt outside of Fabio’s home. “Give him wise advice. Present my son’s body Sunday and we live in peace.”
Alberti eyed the man as he slid from the car, an arrogant and misguided fool. Before closing the door, Fabio stuck his head inside, “By the way, give my regards to your wife. I still do not understand how she chose you over me. Ciao!”
Alberti called out to the man, “Fabio!”
The moment he spun around, two muzzled shots struck him. The first Alberti fired to Fabio’s mouth for speaking of his wife, the second to Fabio’s heart for his lack of it. “Put the body in the trunk.” He advised Wax as he calmly concealed the weapon in his fine jacket.
The bodyguard rushed out the car and scooped up the old man before anyone came from the house. He tossed the old geezer in the trunk and hurriedly drove away. If the man had shut his goddamn mouth, maybe, he might’ve lived a few more days…maybe, Wax thought.
****
The women were gathered for their weekly meeting. Today it was being held at the home of Lucia Peglesi, Matteo’s sister. Sophie had an easy rapport with Lucia’s mother, who at fifty-six, boasted the svelte figure of a woman half her age. Sophie wondered how this was possible since the woman was well-known for her amazing pastries, many of which were on display in a lovely bone china serving dish, embroidered with gold leaf in the center of the table. They were sipping wine and laughing at the dining table as the younger women began filing in. Many were late as usual. Out of the ten members, only three were often punctual.
Geovonna Calbrese arrived with the usual flair. Her Versace dress hugged the hills and valleys of the young woman’s body. Her runway walk was honed to perfection. The high lift of her legs and kick of her feet as she swiveled her head in greeting, as if acknowledging an adoring audience, was testimony of her arrogance. The sexy curve of the full red lips puckered in a kiss and she bent to give Sophie a ‘muwah-muwah’ on each cheek.
“Buongiorno, mama Sophie,” she cooed in a sugary tone, then sat beside the woman all five feet nine of modelesque conceit.
Sophie disliked the young woman. She was annoying as a toddler and insufferable as a young woman. Her mother was Sophie’s friend, and if not for their friendship, she would have nothing to do with the woman’s scandalous slut of a daughter. Giuseppe found the self-centered woman alluring since she’d grown-up and acquired breasts. The promiscuous woman had her sights set on Giuseppe in the hopes of marriage, thus the special attention and ‘mama Sophie’, bit.
“Buongiorno Geovonna, how is your mother?”
“Eh, who knows, since she arrived in France to visit Paolo she does not call.” She shrugged, “He begs for her cooking and she flies to him like a mother-bear.”
Paolo Calbrese was the eldest and at thirty-two was quickly rising in politics. At twenty six, he was appointed Commissioner of Health and four years later became head of the Foreign Relations Ministry in Italy. His position took him abroad for months and in this case, Marseilles, France. Sophie suspected Geovonna was jealous of her brother’s success, since at twenty-five she had yet to find her calling and the air of confidence was only a façade to supplement her insecurity.
The other women began talking. Crystalia mentioned the disappearance of Roberto Benaducci and Sophie became attentive.
“His father is angry. He blames Giuseppe from what I’ve heard. I think this will trigger a feud.”
Geovonna leapt in defense of her beloved Giuseppe, “Fabio is an old fart. He blames everyone for the trials of his family. Why Giuseppe has not cleaned that house is beyond my understanding.”
“Geovonna, you talk of killing too much. Please do not whisper these thoughts in Giuseppe’s head when he’s between your legs.” Amelda advised.
Sophie gave her daughter a censured look for her vulgarity and Amelda merely tilt her gorgeous head in obstinacy and continued. “If my brother is responsible, he is an ass and brings unwanted trials to all our doors. Benaducci and his sons consort with the Russian drug lords and smugglers who Giuseppe insulted by killing one of their own months ago. He cannot continue to use brute tactics to solve issues that may require simple negotiation.”
What Amelda spoke was not completely the truth. It was Alberti’s order who sent Nico to kill the Russian in Calabria. Giuseppe was aware of the decision and agreed to have it done. He did not like the Russians, especially Fedrik and refused to do business with the man because he did not trust him. Bad blood existed between the two.
“Negotiation? Amelda, you are the ass,” Geovonna retorted with distaste for the unbelievably beautiful, yet misguided woman. “Your brother is Capo Crimini, there is no negotiation when his authority is challenged. Men will feel he talks to appease and therefore plow over him. He is right to eliminate these problems, negotiations be damned.”
Amelda’s gorgeous eyes fell on the lesser beauty, “Do not ever call me an ass Geovonna or I will slap the whore lipstick off those dick sucking lips, capisci?”
Lucia intervened, “Amelda’s right. Giuseppe must rein in his temper. Too many have begun to fear him and they seek his downfall.”
Geovonna and Amelda glared at each other. Amelda did not allow the younger woman’s offense to go unaddressed without a further warning, “You sit here with us Geovonna as a courtesy to your mother. You are no one’s wife and have no say in what decisions we make. You are to sit quietly like the pet dog that you are and if you cannot curb your bark you will find yourself put outdoors with the other mutts!”
The young woma
n laughed, “And who will do it, you Amelda? I hear you’re carrying Matteo’s child. We wouldn’t want to miscarry, would we?”
This news of Amelda’s condition brought delighted smiles from everyone and a scowl from Amelda’s mauve painted mouth. Her mother must have told Mrs. Calbrese, how else would the little whore know?
Without warning Amelda’s temper flared and she was on her feet, over the table and grabbed a fistful of Geovonna’s hair. She slapped the insolent bitch until her face glowed red. None of the women intervened, they snickered instead. Geovonna had it coming; she’d unknowingly broke one of their staunchest rules. She had yet to earn a place among the wives to make any comments, whatsoever.
The bold talking girl tried fending off Amelda’s hits; however in a seated position it was difficult to escape the assault, especially when the strong woman held her hair in a vice. Geovonna did manage to give Amelda a resounding whack to the cheek and for this she found her face shoved and held down in the plate of fruit-filled pastries.
Everyone sighed, they were looking forward to eating the light desserts, yet they were happy to receive unexpected entertainment during these usually serious meetings.
Amelda released Geovonna’s mangled hair with a satisfactory jerk and snarled, “That will be your first lesson. Here we do not disclose any woman’s secret. Do it again and next time we will all pound you, she-dog!”
CHAPTER FIVE
A disturbing dream woke Alfonzo at five in the morning. The blue eyes fixated on the ceiling, his body felt warm from the heat of Selange’s flesh and…
