Chapter 2 Just a child - Vincent
"You're summoned." Lorenzo nods his head in the direction of my father's office and I sigh.
I take a last drag of my cigarette, savoring the tobacco in my chest before I throw it on the ground and stomp it dead.
I know what this is.
They've probably found a suitable bride.
Fucking Irish and fucking Russians are messing with my life.
I have never had any expectations of finding love in my life. I understand my duties and I understand it well. I always knew I would probably marry someone who was chosen for me, but I at least thought it would be some nice Italian girl from the same city who I could come to some sort of agreement with.
I have a woman in my bed right now who knows exactly how to satisfy my needs, and she knows exactly where we stand.
I take care of her, and she takes care of me.
Case closed.
A girl from my own community would know her place, now I have to marry some Irish brat to keep the peace amongst the two organisations, and to outsmart the Russians.
I never wanted a sibling, but a brother would've come in handy right now.
Lorenzo follows me inside my father's office, the older man sitting behind his desk, a cigar hanging from his lips.
"Sit." He orders, picking up his phone.
Usually, when we're alone, he doesn't order me around, but Lorenzo is with us, so I take a seat.
"We have found a suitable bride."
"Who?" I want to know immediately.
"She's the Don's daughter in the Boston outfit, we have been assured that she's untouched." My father's eyes meet mine in challenge.
It's such an archaic tradition that the fucking bride should be a virgin. I don't have time to train fucking virgins or to be gentle. I like to fuck, preferably at least once a day. Inexperienced girls won't be able to handle me numerous times a day.
But I keep my mouth shut, only raising an eyebrow at my father.
"Isn't his daughter in Ireland?" Lorenzo asks with a frown. "He didn't raise her as far as I know. His wife died and the child was shipped off."
"She recently returned to the States after completing school."
"Which university did she attend?" I'm curious to know.
Educated and a virgin. Sounds like high maintenance to me.
"After completing high school."
I still at that information and look at my father intently to see if he has a few screws loose. How in the fucking earth would he decide on someone who just finished high school? No wonder the girl is still a fucking virgin.
"She's still a child!" I exclaim, getting up from my chair to pour myself a stiff cognac.
"She's nineteen." Father's voice is calm and collected, like the girl's age isn't a major fucking problem. "That's hardly a child in this world. Besides, an eight year gap between a man and a woman is not that uncommon."
"Yes, but only if the woman is older!" I argue. "What kind of life does this girl even know about if she's fresh out of school!"
"She will know her place just like you know yours." There's a subtle threat in Father's voice, and I down the cognac in one go and pour another one.
I've been reminded of my place ever since I was born. How the fuck could I forget.
But a nineteen year old as a wife? I will eat her alive and spit her out until she has nothing left.
What if she ends up like....
I immediately dispense the thought from my mind.
"What does she look like?" Lorenzo asks.
He knows me well. I have a certain look I always go for. Maybe if she fits that aesthetic, I might be more welcome to the idea.
Father hands the phone over to Lorenzo, who takes a long look at the picture before handing me the phone.
The device feels too hot when I touch it, and I momentarily close my eyes before I take a look at the girl.
Fuck me.
The picture is clearly from her school, maybe her yearbook.
Lily Sullivan.
Rich, red hair is piled onto her head in a neat ponytail. Her skin is alabaster white with a slim nose and a wide mouth with full lips, and her spitting green eyes the shade of a mysterious forest looking challenging at the camera.
Oh, Lily Sullivan looks like she's going to be trouble with a capital T.
"She doesn't look like someone who will know her place." I spit out, but I can't help to be slightly intrigued.
She's stunningly beautiful, probably the most beautiful the Irish had in their armor and that's why they chose her for this deal.
Because this deal will be unbreakable. If we sign on this with the merge of the two families, we are united in business across the world. We will become mightier than any other mafia, and we will bury the hatchet.
The kicker?
I have to impregnate my wife, and once the baby is born, the oath between the Italians and the Irish will be signed in blood.
"Frankly speaking, neither do you." Father is beginning to sound bored. He's not wrong either, I like to push the limits. I like to take on risky deals, only because I know I will be successful, whatever it might take.
"When is the meet up?" Lorenzo asks, taking the words from my mouth.
"We fly to Boston
tomorrow
." Father states with finality. "We will have dinner with the Sullivans, if her father agrees with all the terms, the wedding will be in two weeks."
I try to hide my smile behind my glass, excitement for this new adventure burning through my veins.
What will little miss Lily Sullivan's pussy taste like?
I leave Father's office with a throbbing dick, but luckily Amber is already in bed wearing nothing but a short, white, silk robe.
"Already hard for me?" She whispers in a seductive voice as she crawls across to me to lower my zipper.
But it's not her blonde hair I'm envisioning wrapping my hand around as she lowers her mouth to my dick.
It's hair the color of blood.
My favourite shade.