Chapter 32
Nico
Being with Lucky last night was enlightening and she didn’t fight me on anything, in fact she was almost polite, accommodating, sweet. Yes, Lucky Gianluca showed a softer side of herself. It took me by surprise and I learnt some things do. She likes the color black, probably why she wears it a lot, she has a thing for dark, brooding older men apparently. Sets me in good positioning wouldn’t you say with my almost jet black hair, my broody grumpy personality not to mention I am ten years older than her. Today, this morning I feel like I am forty years older than her.
Listening to her talk to me about music, bands, live music showed me that we are some years apart. I like the older bands and as for live music, I can’t even recall the last time I went to a live event. Concerts yes, theatres yes, but a live festival, never. Maybe it is something I could organize for her. Why am I thinking this? Aren’t I supposed to be being cruel and mean to her? We do not want to get involved, so tell that to my heart that seems to be weakening, the walls are crumbling, they are being chipped down bit by bit and my cock, well he is already in full Lucky motion. Fuck, I rake my hands through my hair.
“Sir, your helicopter is ready to take you to the airstrip.”
“Thanks, Dani.” I knock back my black as tar coffee and shudder as it plays havoc with my stomach, reminding me that perhaps I ought to have that check up with my physician. I’ve probably got a stomach ulcer or something else brought on by stress. I’ve chosen not to ride to the airstrip, for speed and to be back in New York as quickly as I can, the ‘copter is the most efficient way to travel. It’s still early only just six thirty, the sun is starting to rise, a small orange-red prick on the horizon, it promises to be a beautiful day here on the island.
I’ve left a note for Lucky for when she does wake up, I am guessing with the amount of champagne she drank last night, she’ll have a headache, champagne will do that to you if you’re not careful. She assured me that she could hold her drink and I have to admit, I was impressed. As young as she is, she didn’t act silly or giggly. We talked about politics, something new for me. I have never discussed politics with anyone other than my brother Tony or my father. Not even Dario. Come to think of it, Dario doesn’t really talk about anything. And today I intend to find out just who he was in the casino with and where the hell he is right now.
On the shooting attempt, there are still no leads but for Dario’s whereabouts, Tony sent me camera footage of Dario scoring drugs on a street corner downtown. With our facial recognition team, we now know that Dario was scoring from no other than a scum bag from the Monletto family. Their network is wide and reaches further afield than just New York, they have a network down in Florida, Miami, Texas and New Orleans. They need wiping off the face of the planet, the destruction their racket does to families, innocent kids and unborn babies makes me shudder, it makes my blood boil to the point I want to march right up to the cunt Monletto and shoot him in the fucking face. Hell, maybe one day I might just do that.
Another reason why I need the marriage to take place sooner rather than later with Lucky. I’ll be the King of the streets and I’ll start recruiting from the other families, everyone wants to be under the King. They think I’ll grease their palms with gold or something. All I am interested in is the power, the wealth and wiping families like Monletto off the face of the earth. My day with them will come, for now I need to get to the airstrip and headed straight to New York.
I expressly told Tony that I want the fucker who sold drugs to my kid brother taking in to our unit and held there until I get to him. I’ll deal with him personally; he will know where Dario is hiding out and he’ll know if Dario has any involvement in the drug trafficking ring. Fuck, I have no idea what I’m going to do if I find out that Dario is somehow involved.
The blades are going round. “Going somewhere, Santangelo?” I stop with my hand on the door handle and turn around. The sight of Lucky in a black negligée that only just skims her core has my dick in a flap, insta-hardon. Jeez¸ not right now. “I have business to attend to.”
“At this time of the morning? What you were just going to slope off and leave me here? Where are you going anyway?”
I really do not have time for this now and I’m torn between just leaving her standing there and grabbing her by her long, luscious hair and dragging her straight to my bed and fucking her brains out. Men and our dicks.
“I left you a note, obviously you haven’t read it. I will be back in a couple of days. Yes, New York. I have business to take care of that does not involve you.”
“I am your fiancée, might I remind you, Nico. Thus, everything you do involves me.”
Fuck this woman drives me insane, she folds her arms in front of her chest. All that does is push her tits up higher and makes my dick go even harder. Damnit.
“That you might be, this is to do with Dario. Like I said, it’s none of your business.”
“Oh, you mean the guy that will soon be my brother-in-law, your junkie little toe ass wipe of a brother.” I can call my kid brother names, I can think what I like about him but another person pointing it out, that makes me angry. I can feel my eyes darkening, she sticks her chin up in defiance.
“Do not speak of him like that. He has issues.”
“What fucking issues? He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he has more money than he’ll ever know what to do with and he runs around the streets like a fucking rat.”
“ENOUGH.” I shout at her; she doesn’t move or flinch instead she cocks her head.
“And there I was, thinking we’d made some headway last night. Well fuck you, off you go then. What the hell am I supposed to do here on my own for the next couple of days? Tell me that, Santangelo.”
“You can go riding, shooting, read and start planning what wedding dress you want. We are getting married in a few weeks’ time. I will organize for the minister to marry us here on the island.”
“I need bridesmaids, I need a maid of honor and I need a hen night.”
“Not going to happen, Princess. Get to it. Goodbye.” I turn on my heels and make my way out the door. I don’t trust myself to stay a second longer, because her show of strength, the words about Dario that anger me from her lips and the way she looks as hot as sin in that skimpy outfit that will tear to shreds under my bare hands is way too tempting to stay. I would throw her on my bed, cuff her so she can’t move and prize those slender legs of hers open and bury my head between them until she writhes against my face calling out my name, begging me to ram her with my cock and make her orgasm like never before.
The helicopter awaits me as I nod to the pilot once I am inside to take her up. He does and we are off the few miles to the airstrip. I need to push thoughts of Lucky out of my mind and focus on the task in hand. First, I will meet this fuck up who sold my brother drugs, I will prize it out of him where Dario is. When I am done with him, he will wish he had never sold drugs to Dario nor even know my name.
“Are you on your way?” Tony’s voice comes over the mobile.
“Just landing at the strip be there in four hours. Have you got the fucker in the holding area?”
“Yes, he’s been here all night. Won’t talk, says we’ll have to kill him first before he gives us any information.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that. They all say that until the damage starts and they begin losing body parts.”
“You want me to get one of the guys to make a start on the fingers?”
“No, leave it for me. I’ll enjoy chopping each one off, one by one.”
“See you later. Have you got accommodation sorted, you know you can’t go back to your place right now don’t you?”
“Yes, sorted. My assistant has organized me.”
“Okay, Bro. I’m back with the team on the cameras to see what else we can find on the person who took the shot. Fucker was wearing a balaclava, and we are having difficulty locating him after they left the area.”
“Keep at it.” We hang up, I open up my laptop and review the feeds that Tony has already sent me. Someone out there knows something, and I am on a mission to find out exactly who. When we’re done finding out, they will be laying somewhere buried in the ground.