I stop thinking about the shallow excuse, but accepted within the family, they are too futile some bad language can raise some questions, but nothing really worrying.
“Giacomo can use the excuse of the party for the Don to gather all the families and their members to see if there are any traitors left. The brothers aren't going to commit soon now that they've lost their two biggest allies within the organization, they need to reorganize.
"You're right, let's act like this." I say, seeing Hunter agree.
Overall, Stefano was betraying his own father in negotiations with Riina and the De Angelis, this I could personally prove, the big problem is the people outside the family for whom they provided, with the agreement with Carlos we will have one less problem since for the De Angelis it will appear that he broke the agreement, however they have to make the deliveries to the other creditors, some of whom I will make a point of taking down personally.
I will not renounce any name, each one will have what he owes me in his own time, that's why it is so important to make Giacomo's wedding happen, when he destroys the brothers all possessions will go to Giulia's husband which will give us power exchange with those who want to go up. Power and money move unimaginable things in the world, people sell their souls to the devil without a second thought.
We continued talking into the night until Hunter got a strange call and said he needs to go out, I don't like being in the dark but I'll wait for his moment to find out what's going on with him.
Lying on the couch, Theo lies down next to me and then a Katarina with a sweatshirt comes and lies between us, I widen my eyes at the soldier who giggles putting his arm around my sister's waist, both of them lying down looking at me .
“What the fuck did I miss? – I ask, getting a smile from both of them.
— You haven't said anything about Carlos until now — Katarina drags her voice, changing the subject, without ceasing to show her curiosity.
"And this is a trading card now?" – I exclaim, looking at a laughing Theo.
“Come on sister, we're both curious.
“No more than I do, Katarina.
“We both trust each other, we're friends, and sleeping with him I don't have nightmares. - She says shrugging her shoulders.
— Real friends Diana - Theo completes — Not friends like you and Dieguito.
— Stefano took me to a party to close a deal, it was an Ortega party. - I sigh remembering the day and how happy I was imagining that I would help my husband in a deal of how I could make him proud. “In short, he was supposed to take a puttana, in this case, me. - I threw my head back, raising my eyes to the ceiling not wanting to see his reactions. “Ortega said he'd negotiate if he'd allow him to take me in the bedroom, on the excuse that he's a man who doesn't like to share. My husband of course allowed it, they closed a deal and Stefano started using me as a way to lighten Ortega's spirits before business.
I hid some things without feeling strong enough to be able to tell the rest of the story, Carlos is a great friend who unfortunately appeared when my heart was already in pieces.
It's not as if I still expected that at some point a prince charming would appear at this point in the championship, a good fuck is enough for me.
The certainty of looking for the safety of my bambinos is all I want, to be able to get them away from this shit and enjoy every moment with my boy before he has to assume his obligations to his father.
In all this time, so many good things have been ripped away and yet this is the one that really hurts me, having lost moments with my children. I stopped being that silly a long time ago, I know Carlos' obligations and my bambino's obligations as his heir, apart from the future benefits with the connection between the families perpetuating the Costellos in charge of Cosa Nostra, having a connection between cousins in charge of both America's largest organizations will generate almost complete hegemony, Russians and Poles will rather turn against the Yakuza than attack us.
No doubt the Ortega Cartel expansions will continue to take over every part of South America, their current contacts with Brazil's traffickers will only yield more control and areas to provide.
With these thoughts I didn't even notice the two of them falling asleep next to me, I slept very little and woke up to the smell of breakfast.
When Katarina asked if we could go to the bar to sing, I agreed to go in the afternoon, a great time to clear up my doubt as to whether the club president is really interested.
Theo seems to understand what's going on in my thoughts and smiles in agreement, I'm going to need to send him to check some things in the port warehouses, we need to be ready to catch Vicenzo in the jump, that son of a bitch won't escape me.
Having the opportunity to play with a man like Dragon is all I need to be able to rest calmly waiting for the passage of these days that precede yet another revenge.
Soon, I'll be able to try to take everything I need from the Blood Angel's and take down another tower.
And I wish you well
Oh, for the night
until you come again
She's in my veins again
But she knows I'll bleed her before I wake up
breathe out your oxygen
She burns like heroin
Heroin – Bad Flower
dragon
I walk around feeling a lump in my throat, the feeling of being trapped and at the same time wanting to scream and act like a furious animal that feels betrayed. How she managed to infiltrate my bloodstream so quickly, she's like a drug that leaves you in ecstasy caused the effect the aftereffects are of destruction.
I shove my hands through my hair pulling back as I lean my head against the wall, I tried to assuage the anger by fucking Lucy and I couldn't even get hard, what an idiot I was. I should have investigated, I should have looked for something and trusted my instincts instead of acting like a teenager in love. Depending on what she did, the club could be in danger, I won't forgive myself if I lose a brother because of a feeling that isn't reciprocated.
I look up as the door opens, waiting for answers.
- I'm not going to torture that bitch - Lucky spat and pinned him against the door, the man didn't disobey any of my orders and now he released this - I'm sorry pres, if you want to punish me, I accept. But I'm not fucking going to torture that bitch, mafia or not.
Infuriated I released my sergeant-at-arms from the wall, that bitch infiltrated my skin and I knew that even deserving I couldn't do it looking into those dark eyes.
- Because? I asked on a sigh.
"You should go check it out," he said as he walked away from her and walked to the bar.
It can't be that bad.
I talked to myself opening the door and cursing myself.
Luck left her naked, tied to a hook, her head propped up on one arm as if she was waiting for something.
"Oh, then you'll do the job," she blurted out in a resigned voice.
I was getting closer to the bitch, trying to find out what was wrong and when I realized my fucking heart that the bitch took without permission ended up breaking.
It was the second time I felt the tightness as a deep pain, I didn't understand how the little Italian girl did that to me.
— You're waiting for death Diana, better what's your real name? I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I've escaped death enough and I'm even happy if I die looking into those blue eyes of yours. - She smirked
“Give me a reason not to kill you,” I pleaded with a lump in my throat.
“I don't have one.” She looked up and the marks on her neck ripped out another part of me. “I'd rather die than be thrown at the family door.
I took a deep breath looking for calm, I made the mistake of taking my eyes to the breasts I could only touch, the way she hid in the darkness of my room. Now I understood why.
Her breasts had bite scars around them, between them a thin gash that could have been fatal had it gone deep.
Arms scarred between cuts, bites and cigarette burns, I walked around your body thinking I couldn't get worse by deceiving myself again, I felt your scars with my hands all night long I found your perfect body now, I discover it under the bright lights of the room that all I saw and felt were not even 10% of the marks that the dog hides...
His back riddled with eyelash marks, a tattoo just below the flesh of his ass, I realize now is an Italian name.
- What it means? – I ran my finger over the tattoo and when I noticed it I cursed myself for never having noticed the cuts on the back of her thigh, the small nail marks, but they were there staining her body.
A clear mark that his body was taken against his will.
“Bitch,” she replied in a whisper.
The dog showed up at my bar as if she had just arrived in town, as if she didn't know New York...
The body parts she hid in the fast, hard sex in the bathroom, in that dark park.
I need to understand her.
"Don't you want to go back because of whoever did this?" - I gritted my teeth knowing I would look for the damned in every corner of the city.
“No, I just can't put my brothers at risk.
I felt the anger returning to consume every part of my mind.
"And my brothers can you put at risk?" - I spoke low in a firm tone, demanding an answer.
I went back in front of her holding her chin trying to find any traces in her eyes and she laughed.
“You won't be able to read me unless I want you to. - Her confidence stoked the urge to fuck her there.
- Who did this to you? – I asked again ignoring his irony.
His eyes seemed to have darkened as much as possible, the blue at the ends of his hair contrasting with the exposed white skin. In that observation I noticed a small word carved near her collarbone, in a thin cut like the one between her breasts, it took me a while to understand. As I did, I ran my fingers lightly over the same name that was etched into the flesh of her ass, marking another part of her body.
Her sigh finally proved that she wasn't the only one there, she wanted me and as much as I did everything not to show it, I discovered that if I touched her body she would be with me.
I raised my right hand over the scarred bone, passing the marks on her neck wanting to understand how such a beautiful body went through this, realizing at the same time that whoever tried to take away her beauty, couldn't. The bitch is Venus herself and not even the copy that is her sister can imitate the fire she has.
I placed my hand over her cheek in a slow caress, watching her eyes close and the mask fall between the two of us. I reached the back of his neck feeling the desire to corrupt the urge to rip the truth out of his mouth, with the other hand I pulled his body up to the perfect height, without wasting time his legs closed around my waist.