Chapter 35 Bewitched - Vincent
I think I'm in love with my wife.
I knew I was obsessed with her, how couldn't I be when I was the first to taste her sweet pussy?
It sounds archaic, but I can't help but to feel territorial over her now.
It's her personality that's making me fall for her, though, the way she riles me up all the time. I don't even think she knows the effect she has on me.
I want to fuck her all the time, my need for her becoming problematic when I'm working and and thinking of the way she sucked my dick, and the tears streaming down her face when I went all the way down her throat.
I've always had control over my body. Even as an adolescent, when my peers were going on and on about girls, I could push the one to the side and focus on what I needed to.
I fucked as an outlet for stress, but there were never any emotions involved.
Having sex with Lily is different. This time it feels like I'm fucking with my soul.
"Any news on the meeting with the city council?" I ask Father as we go over the financial stats.
"I'll get the meeting." He says with conviction. "Someone very high up owes me a big factor, maybe we can find out why the Anderson Group wants that particular land and what they intend to do with it."
"They're not doing anything with it because they're not getting it." I say with a confidence I don't necessarily have.
I've put my heart on that land, all my plans carefully laid out already. There's no way the city can say no, unless they have a better offer on the table.
"Then you're going to have to start doing some bribing the old school mafia way." Father says what I already know.
I'm going to need Intel from someone inside that company who can give me answers on what the fuck they're planning.
"Any news on Amber?" Father wants to know and I curse under my breath.
"No."
It's the biggest thorn in my side I've ever had. Why is it that now that I've found Lily shit like this happens?
"Any news on Elio?" My poor cousin is still in the hospital unconscious.
"I'm going there this afternoon. His brain is at its normal size again, so they're putting his skull back." Father sighs. "We need to find that little whore, Vincent. She can't get away with what's she did to Elio."
Father is right, of course. Nobody fucks with the DiCassio family and gets away with it. I haven't even thought about what I'm going to do without him. He might be alive, but we don't know in what state he's going to be.
"I'll go by the hospital before my meeting." I grab my car keys and leave, thinking of how I'm starting a new life while Elio's may never be the same.
I'm not even surprised when I see Isabella at his bedside, her eyes red rimmed when she looks up at me as I enter the room.
"Is he going to be okay?" She wants to know, her usually sarcastic voice trembling.
"We don't know." I take a deep breath, hoping that this is just a bump in the road. "He's going back into surgery today. Just keep him in your prayers."
"Can I stay here?"
"Don't you have to be at the restaurant?"
"My parents will be okay without me for one day." She takes a seat next to his bedside and picks up his hand.
Elio would have a field day with this if he was awake. Maybe after this ordeal they could get their shit together and admit they've always had feelings for one another.
I go to his other side and bend down to whisper in his ear. "You better wake up, brother, I can't do this without you."
And I really can't. I know this world is dangerous, I'm living in it every day, prepare for the worst. But when it hits you in the face like now, you can never be ready.
I leave Isabella there, and drive down to one of the clubs where the detective is already waiting for me.
"DiCassio." He nods at me. "I heard about Elio, I'm sorry."
"Well, he's not dead, so you don't need to be sorry for anything." I take a seat behind the desk. "What do you have on My Love?"
He shakes his head. "It has a weird combination. The girl that died had an allergic reaction to one of the ingredients in it. What I want to know is, is what it's doing in your club."
"It's not mine." I sigh. "Do you think I'm stupid? I'm on the verge of one of the biggest business deals I've ever done, why would I want to put that in jeopardy by dabbling with a drug that is new and killing people?"
He narrows his eyes at me, the suspicion evident in his gaze. "Don't fuck with me, DiCassio. I'm putting my career on the line here."
"You have a career because of me." I remind him. "I placed you where you are today, and last time I checked, I pay you a pretty penny for your service too. It's not my drug, you should know me better than that."
"If it's not yours, someone is making damn sure that it's getting into your clubs."
"I know." I frown, thinking of who the fuck is trying to dirty my clubs up. "Keep your ears on the ground, and I will employ people on the floor to try and find out if someone is dealing."
"Got it."
If someone is dealing in my clubs, I will find out who it is, and I will end them.
They will wish they were never born.