I ended the call and I waited for the picture. Just a few seconds later, an image of herself and her voluptuous breasts in the light pink tank arrived. The lace practically blended in with her porcelain skin. She was perfect. My cock grew hard underneath my pants. I quickly exited out of the message. Now wasn't the time. I had other shit to deal with.
I walked into the office and waved off some of the thugs that were standing near the door. “We need a minute in private.”
Marco hadn't even entered the office yet, the pussy. I brushed past him and grabbed one of the guns. “Merry Christmas!” I said as I walked in.
A crease formed between my father's eyebrows. “What the hell are you doing back so soon?”
I set the gun down on his desk. “We have a problem.”
He stood up and laid his fingers down as he leaned down on the desk. I knew that stance well. This was going to go about as well as I expected.
“What the hell is that?”
“You were right about the Agnelli’s.” I was going to have to lie to my father. I wasn’t ready to tell him about Vienna. But I needed him to know the truth about Armani. He was playing him. And I wanted to personally handle that motherfucker.
“Right? How?”
“They’re on the move, they’re already here making deals right under our noses. We have to watch our backs. Are you sure this Armani guy is as clean as he says? The kid claimed that he only sold handguns and that he had totally different buyers.”
He shook his head. “That doesn't matter now.”
“Yes it does. It establishes if the kid was telling the truth. We need to know if Armani is a problem. Trying to start a blood war between us and the Agnellis, or worse he’s working for them. He had to have known that they were already after us. He should have told you.”
“Fine, I'll speak to him. I'll handle it. Like I always do.”
That pissed me off. I just had ended some kid because of Armani's business. I wanted to finish the job. “No, Pops, I got this one. I want to meet with him. I want this to end. I need to know if the Agnellis are here.”
“So you know if they’re coming for you? Fine.”
“Fine.”
My father shook his head. He looked older than I remembered. Wrinkled lines creased around his dark blue eyes. He was aging, fast. Maybe that was why he had put so much trust in Marco while I was away: he needed a second. Someone to help him run things. I hadn't been there for him. I felt like a failure.
He sighed heavily. “Fine, fine. Marco, what did you do during this little conversation?”
Marco moved out from behind me. “I shot two guys. One is dead, the other’s injured. I threw them in the water with their leader. If the one guy can swim, good for him. But I doubt it.”
“They Italian?”
We shook our heads. “Don't know. Neither of them spoke.”
“This kid, he look like an Agnelli? No accent then?”
“No, definitely not Agnelli. He was too dark.”
“So no firm connection, you’re sure it really ties back to Armani?”
He didn’t want to believe his friend was a liar. But he was. “Yes Pops, it does.”
By the next morning, we hadn't heard anything. Pops set a time to meet with Armani and go over what happened. I was just hoping we would be able to sniff out the rat if there was one.
I drove home exhausted; sleeping on the couch at the club didn't really give me the best night’s sleep. After dealing with the family drama last night, I now needed to deal with my own shit. I needed to know what was going on with Vienna. With the whole Agnelli clan. Was she setting me up?
I looked at my phone, at her last message. The lingerie was still fresh in my mind and I realized there was nothing I wanted to do more than to put my face between her legs. Listening to her moan and scream out my name. I fucking loved the way she screamed my name. It just made it so I never wanted to stop.
I needed answers, but they’d have to wait. Until after I fucked her brains out.
I took the stairs two at a time. As soon as I was in the apartment, I tossed off my jacket and removed my tie. I walked into the bedroom to find her still sleeping. Her round ass was just peeking out from beneath the covers, and she was still in the sexy number that she had sent me some pictures of the night before. Her dark hair fell onto the white sheets. As I took off my shoes, she stirred.
19
Vienna
“You’re home,” I said, barely awake. I needed to pull myself together. I had to tell him the truth about why I was back, about the baby.
He crossed the room in only three strides. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing my feet. Slowly, he moved his hands up the back of my legs and reached my ass. His broad hands continued to massage my skin. He pulled the sheets to the right to expose more of my thin white thong. He smacked my ass playfully and I knew what was coming.