Dom's Absolution

▪ J A D E▪

"You ready?" Vincent asked as he found what he needed.

We were rummaging around in the weapons room located in the basement

of the Calvetti residence. It was filled with the sounds of magazines being

loaded and guns being checked as we prepared ourselves to head out.

I replied, "Yea, I'm almost done!" while holstering a Beretta M9 on each

thigh.

"Alright, we'll be up in the garage," Vincent responded as he left with

Quintin.

Looking down at my wrist, my fingers quickly fiddled with my yellow gold

bracelet. I had made it a ritual to touch Blaire's charm at least twice a day.

With a smile, my fingers grazed over the newest addition.

The golden charm comprised of two flat sides. One illustrating a bird and a

mouse in a field of wheat. The other side had the words 'Always by your

side' engraved in a fancy cursive font.

The trinket had been a birthday present from Cristiano. It was a tribute of

his friendship, love, and loyalty to me.

I could not help but be reminded of all the memories the bracelet

represented, the good and the bad.

Knowing that we had an important meeting ahead of us, I pulled myself out

of my thoughts. Quickly pacing about the storage room, I grabbed four

high-capacity magazines off the shelf and stuffed them into my backpack

next to the MP7.

Shaking his head, Jee-min could not help but comment, "Between you and

Quintin I have no idea who's worse with the MP7 add-ons. He with his

scope or you with these drum magazines. You hardly ever use anything

besides your Beretta anyway, so I never understand why you always walk

with a backpack."

"Hey! It's like you taught me, one can never be too prepared," I countered

with a grin.

Jee-min rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh, "You're prepared for a zombie

apocalypse alright. But you are aware that we're just going to talk, yes? This

is a meeting, not a gun show."

Since turning twenty-three, I had spent the last few months doing odd jobs

for Dominic and the other mafia bosses.

The Calvetti mafia was in the progress of expanding past the Aelbank City

state borders. In this moment, we were all getting ready to head out to meet

Giovani Bellucci. The Italian was in his early sixties and was the head of

one of the more prominent mafias in the neighbouring state of Korbin City.

"I know, but just in case things go sour, I'm prepared," I responded as we

left the basement.

It was as though I had a sixth sense for these sorts of things. I would always

get a strange feeling in my gut and ever since the events of two years ago, I

had never ignored those sensations from that day onward.

To date, I had never been wrong.

A few hours later, we arrived within the neighbouring state. Unfortunately,

the meeting did not go as planned.

Giovanni's son, Francesco, did not like the idea of doing business with

Dominic as he felt that, due to the man's pallid appearance, he was not

really one of them. That and he did not wish to fall under the Calvetti

banner.

After a few heated words were exchanged, a shoot-out ensued.

"What's that term Raeni often uses? Having goat lips?" Quintin shouted

over the sounds of gunfire as he was crouched behind one of the black

SUVs.

Laughing next to him, I replied while handing him a high-capacity

magazine for his MP7, "It's called goat mouth!"

"Yea that! You have some serious goat mouth!" he stated, as he reloaded his

weapon then resumed shooting.

Shaking my head, I peeked out from behind the vehicle to fire three shots

from my Beretta M9 before ducking and quickly running over to where

Dominic was, behind one of our other vehicles.

"What the hell, Jade!" he shouted at me, "You could have gotten shot!"

"But I didn't!" I retorted with a smirk before kissing him, the sound of gun

fire erupting around us.

Vincent did a double take, "Seriously? Can't that wait until after?" he asked

as he reloaded his weapon and began firing once more.

Biting his bottom lip between my teeth, I then broke the kiss and said, "I

told you we should have opened up with the power move instead."

Dominic shook his head before giving me a playful spank on my backside.

As we both huddled next to each other, we aimed our weapons over the

hood of the vehicle. We fired our guns in relays, perfectly one after the

other, both sporting wide smiles as more bodies dropped to the floor.

I loved this life!

At the end of it all I thrived on the absolution and thrill I felt every time I

held a gun in my hand. With Dominic at my side, I knew we could do

anything together.

————— ▲ —————

A few weeks later, there was an emergency meeting, and all the mafia heads

assembled in the largest Irish pub in Aelbank City.

"Me?" I shrieked in surprise, "What? Why?"

"Why not?" James countered as he took a sip from his third glass of

whiskey before continuing, "It's time you really cemented your name within

the Calvetti organisation and with the death of my grandfather, Nolan, I

need to return to Ireland."

Looking around the table at everyone, I noted their nods of approval. My

brows furrowed as I sat up even straighter, unsure as to when they had even

made this decision. What confused me even more than that was that I was

finding it hard to understand why Dominic had not divulged this particular

piece of information to me beforehand.

"Why can't one of the other bosses do it?" I turned and asked the silvery

white-haired man.

"It's just one small section of the Irish turf. You'll just be temporarily

handling the alcohol distribution while James is in Ireland. It'll only be for a

few weeks. Besides, you've more than proven that you can handle such a

task and Quintin will be accompanying you," Dominic stated.

Nodding, James added, "Blaire would have wanted you to. Nigel and the

others will be there to show you the ropes and assist you guys with anything

you need."

"You'll be great," Aleksandr spoke up, "just try not to burn the place down

while he's away."

I laughed softly, a slight flush coming to my cheeks at the mention of my

previous impulsive behaviour involving the burning of the Bellucci building

in Korbin City.

"Well okay, if you guys think I'm ready, I'll be sure to do my best," I said

with conviction.

Raeni slammed her fist on the table enthusiastically, her smile broad as she

proudly looked at me, her Jamaican accent thick, "Yes! Let's show these

men how we women run things!"

I grinned at her enthusiasm.

"How long do you think you will be gone for?" Da'mon asked the Irishman.

Shrugging, James replied, "A few weeks I suppose. I will need to handle

some things with the estate and go through the will with the lawyer and the

other family members."

The Haitian nodded his head in understanding, "Again, please accept my

condolences, your grandfather was a great man."

"Indeed, he's the reason I ended up staying in Aelbank City. He wanted me

to further expand the business. Our family always had dominance in

Ireland, but since losing our footing here in the States back in the 1940's, he

was always adamant in rebuilding what his father had lost. Of course, with

Dominic's help my family's name has been restored," he raised his glass to

the Calvetti boss.

Dominic simply nodded his head in return.

"I had no idea that my grandfather was sick though. If I had known I would

have made a visit back home sooner..." James said, a thoughtful expression

crossing his face.

"For what it's worth, even though I've always given you shit over the years,

I know that he was definitely proud of you," Raeni suddenly said.

"Thanks," he replied as he gulped down the rest of his whiskey before

excusing himself from the table.

It was obvious that the Irishman was still in mourning Blaire. The sudden

death of his grandfather would only add to his grief as he had been unable

to see the man before he passed. The other mafia bosses had been worried

about it, but James had proven that he was capable of still getting the job

done.

After some time, Raeni then stood up, "Well, we're going to head home

now."

Da'mon also rose from his seat as he held her hand, a big grin forming on

his face. The man was more than happy that they were no longer hiding

their relationship.

Since the attack from the bikers, the Jamaican and Haitian holdings had lost

many of their men as well as property. By coming out to their respective

cliques, Raeni and Da'mon decided to join forces, creating one solid mafia

organisation that they decided to band together as one unified Caribbean

force.

Consequently, they had become stronger for it and were able to quickly

rebuild what they had lost and then some. This in turn allowed them to

contribute even more to the other associated organisations on a whole.

The Aelbank City mafia alliance was as solid as ever.

————— ▲ —————

Later that night, back at the Calvetti residence, I stormed into the bedroom

ahead of Dominic.

With a slight frown, I stomped around the room as I roughly removed my

clothes, flinging my holsters onto the couch. My adrenaline was high as I

replayed the events from earlier that night. I still could not believe that I

was being given such a task, and I was still slightly angry that Dominic had

not told me about it beforehand.

"I know you wanted it to be a surprise, but I still can't believe that you

didn't tell me James was going to ask that of me!" I said while placing my

hands on my hips.

Dominic stood against one of the walls with his arms folded across his

chest. With a slight tilt of his head, he watched me stand before him in

nothing but a matching lacy bra and panty set as our eyes locked.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I grumbled.

Pushing himself away from the wall, he approached, "I want to fuck that

attitude out of you."

The way he spoke, deep and commanding, took my breath away. I

unconsciously licked my lips as I watched him stop a few inches in front of

me. Before I had a chance to say anything, Dominic slammed me into the

nearest wall before roughly kissing me.

Forcing his tongue into my mouth, his left hand held my wrists above my

head. Grinning against my lips, he pressed his entire body into me, his

weight rendering me immobile.

My body shuddered as a combination of anger and arousal hit me all at

once.

With some effort, I pushed at him and he released me. My breathing was

laboured and I was fully aware of the heated blood coursing through my

veins, as well as the unmistakable aching need between my thighs.

Using both his hands this time, he grabbed me by the arms once again and

resumed kissing me roughly. There was nothing tender or soft about it. I

shuddered as I felt Dominic nip my lower lip between his teeth, causing

both of our mouths to be filled with a metallic taste.

Struggling out of his hold once more, I attacked his clothes, undressing him

quickly as he in turn ripped the lacy material from my body.

Wasting no time, Dominic put his mouth over one of my breasts, eager to

taste my skin as he marked me, his teeth biting, giving me that pain and

pleasure I obviously craved. Simultaneously, I scratched the skin of his

back, causing him to grunt against me.

Moving one of his hands between my thighs, his fingers pinched my clit

harshly, without finesse. I loved it, arching my back against the wall, while

pushing myself into his hand even more. The loud moan I released

surprised us both as we stared at each other, our chests rising and falling

with each deep breath we took.

Dominic's hand suddenly wrapped around my throat while his other hand

continued to tantalise my clit.

Fuck! I loved it when he held me like this.

Without releasing his hold on me, he dragged me towards the bed before

roughly pushing me back onto it, grinning as he climbed on top of me.

Observing the mischievous sparkle in my green eyes, he growled softly, my

obvious excitement turning him on.

"Do it! Fuck me, fuck me hard," I shouted as my nails dug into the flesh of

his shoulders.

Obliging me, he swiftly entered me with one thrust. At the contact, we both

moaned in unison. Placing his hands on either side of my head to keep his

upper body off of me, he pulled his hips back. With just the head of his

erection inside of me, our eyes locked once more as we stared at each other

while he aggressively pounded himself back into me.

Dominic's breathing was harsh as he asked, "Have you given any more

thought to us having children someday?"

My reply was instantaneous, "Yes!" I repeated the word, my voice getting

louder with each thrust.

Upon hearing such enthusiasm in my voice, he was spurred on and his hips

moved even faster. Every thrust made my breasts shudder and jiggle, the

force of our movements rocking the bed. At this rate, with the hungry need

we felt for each other, neither of us would last much longer. Soon, I started

crying out with urgency as my orgasm approached.

"Just like that, Dom!" I chanted over and over, my eyes closing.

Burying his face in my neck, he told me how close he was, "I'm going to

make a sticky mess out of you."

Feeling my inner muscles quiver along his length, Dominic knew that I was

close, and so, he bent his head and took one of my taut nipples into his

mouth. Timing the moment right, he then bit into me and I screamed my

release.

"Turn over!" Dominic demanded, abruptly pulling out.

My body shook wildly as I struggled into position. I knew that Dominic's

eyes were focused on my ass, no doubt admiring the 'DC' tattoo on my right

buttock. It was ironic how adamant he was about me not getting a tattoo all

those years ago, and now he seemed all but obsessed with the inked artwork

that was etched on my skin.

Leaning forward, he ran his tongue over the intricate design, the black and

purple ink contrasting nicely against my skin. He always gently bit the area

anytime I presented my ass to him, clearly loving the tattoo.

Watching me squirm against him, he gave me one last long lick on my butt

cheek be re-entering me swiftly, smashing my face into the bed. I screamed

out, my fingernails tearing into the sheets as I moaned and gasped wildly.

"You are mine, Jade!" Dominic said, slamming into me.

"Yes..." I whimpered into the sheets.

"What's that? I can't hear you!" Dominic growled, his fingers flexing on my

hips as his orgasm approached.

"Fuck yes!" I cried out, gasping and convulsing from his deep thrusts.

He followed soon after and I could feel him throbbing inside of me as he

moaned his release. As our breathing slowly started to regularise, I

gradually became aware of the sweat beading at the small of my back and

Dominic's delicious weight on top of me.

By now, my fingers were sore. I had clenched my fists so hard that I left

half-moon shaped marks in the surface of my palms.

Moving off to lay next to me, Dominic asked with a grin, "Feeling better

now?"

With a satisfied nod, I simply blushed in reply, my eyes zeroing in on the

tattoo of my name that was placed just on the underside of his left pectoral

muscle. The delicate calligraphy-styled letters were engulfed by intricate

purple flames dancing about them.

Leaning forward, I kissed the design gently before licking the skin, "You

are mine..."

"Forever, my little hellfire," Dominic replied before hugging me to him.