“Fuck,” I pull out as I start to come, jerking myself as I spray her and the wall, not giving a fuck.
“You fucking asshole,” she screeches and I cover her mouth.
“Let’s get one thing straight, you knew who I was when I walked in here, you gave me the fuck me eyes, so that’s what we did. I don’t give a fuck if I covered you in my cum. Maybe you should wear it with pride, like a badge of honor.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses as she scurries out.
I laugh as I clean up my cock and zip up my pants. I feel better.
I join Tim at the bar where it’s a guy manning it now. He looks pissed, probably because the girl had to go home. I snort as I order vodka on the rocks.
“You ready?” Tim asks.
“I’m ready,” I toast with him, thinking about what’s to come.
Four
Adelina
“Pass me the cheese,” Katherine says as I spin around to grab a pot filled with noodles off the stove. I set it down and then hand her the cheese, before turning back to the noodles, draining the water, and tossing them with olive oil before setting them in a bowl.
“Here,” Katherine hands me a bowl with an antipasto salad as I go and set it on the table, where the other platter of food has been laid out for a feast. Yes, a feast for my father and brother and his men. They were visiting my grandfather in Italy.
Katherine sets another bowl of salad on the table and then turning for the bowl of pasta I was working with. The whole kitchen staff has been going at it for hours to get ready for this. My father will love this. And we’ve added enough chairs for some of the soldiers and his guards to eat with us. He likes to have some join us for dinner so that they feel like family. The more the merrier I always say, some of the men in his ranks don’t have a family to go home to. I like to make plates for them to take home, it makes me smile to see them smile even when they wipe it away quickly. I get that they are supposed to be feared, but sometimes that small smile, even if it’s for a second, is worth it.
“I’m home,” my father calls out from the foyer and I squeal before running towards him, throwing myself into his arms as he laughs.
“I was only gone a week,” he chuckles, kissing the top of my head.
“I know, I’m just happy you’re home,” I say, smiling at the men behind him, “food is on the table, wash up or Katherine will swat your hands.”
They nod thanks, and for a brief second, I see those smiles. Everyone loves Katherine. Her son is one of my father’s soldiers, a good one. When Matteo can’t guard me for some reason, Amato is the only other person my father trusts with my safety. Both men are good at what they do.
“I have an announcement to make,” my father announces once he sits at the table and all of us are rapt with attention, though I think I know what he is going to say. I’m getting married.
“My little girl means everything to me, and her brother. But it’s come time for her to take her place as a wife. I’ve chosen Stefano as her betrothed,” he states, gesturing to the man I will marry. He’s not bad-looking, he just looks stern all the time. Does my father think I will be happy with him? I’ve heard he can be quite rough with women, does that mean he will be with me as well?
“Stefano, take care of my little girl,” my father raises his glass to toast the union that will take place later in the year, everyone follows suit. I offer Stefano a smile and raise my glass. Like everything else, I will look at this as a blessing somehow and try to make the best of it. Maybe there are things I don’t see about my husband to be, ones that will come to light after we’re married. I believe in miracles.
Five
Ivan
Ohio is not what I thought it would be, though I didn’t know what to expect. I only know what I see on TV and most of the shows I watch only take place in California. I wasn’t expecting this. They say this is a city but I only see a couple of high rises, and tall buildings, it’s nothing like Russia. It’s not even pretty to look at. We touched down and were ushered into a car to take us to the high-rise building my father bought, that once we are up and running we will turn into an upscale apartment building.
It’s a modern building, with lots of windows, a big lobby with paintings and sculptures that belong in museums. Yeah, I go to museums. Underneath all the scars and blood, I like art and culture. If I were to date, I would take a girl to a nice museum and then for a drink. I’m a monster, but a cultural one. I have taken my father’s jet to Europe and walked the historical squares and seen the sites, even the Louvre. That was during the day, at night when my demons come out to play, the nightmares plague me, I would search for a fight. I have a reputation to uphold.
“Sir, this way,” a man in a fancy monkey suit gestures to me to follow him as he steps into the elevator. I shrug and follow, not caring where I sleep, just need a bed. I watch the numbers get higher and then stop at the top and I stare at the man next to me.
“Your father wanted you to have the best view,” he informs me.
“Does my uncle know?” If he does it’s eating him up that he didn’t get the penthouse.
“He thinks this is your father’s apartment for when he visits and you’re just staying here, that’s how it was sold to him,” the man replies. Makes sense, my father plans on visiting a lot and this place is like two separate huge apartments.
“Eight bedrooms on both sides, a small gym, outdoor pool that is heated, sunken living room,” he prattles on as he shows me around, “two small kitchens on either side if you don’t want to use the main one. Jacuzzi tubs with separate showers with waterfall showerheads. In case you want to join others, there is a pool and gym off the lobby, which was a must when this was built, he wanted people to have a place to work out. You have a sauna on the deck and a BBQ.”
My Dad hooked me up is what he did. He’s used to living in luxury and while I grew up that way, I’ve learned to live in the dirt and grit. But this ismy life right now.
