Matteo

Last night with my wife hadn’t left my system. Adriana was still all over me.

Her scent, her taste, the way her body shook when I drove her my tongue into her, Hoe she trembled and begged on the table. Even now, my mouth still carried the taste of her sweetness, and it was clouding my fucking head.

If I didn’t get myself together, I was going to lose control, and when a Don loses control, people die.

I moved through the casino with my usual stride. The workers lowered their heads; some greeted me quickly, others pretended to busy themselves. Fear was good and respect was even better. I demanded both.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Ruby at one of the tables. She wore the casino’s standard uniform but with jewellery I’d never seen before glinting on her neck and wrists. She smiled at me nervously, and I sighed.

Adriana’s little friend was already getting too comfortable in our world.

I headed downstairs to the offices. Mine, Marco’s, and Lorenzo’s private space, built beneath the casino, away from the noise and lights.

It was quieter down there, except tonight.

Tonight, the quiet was broken by the sharp sound of skin slapping and a woman’s high-pitched whimpers.

Marco’s door was wide open. I walked past, but I stopped when I heard my name.

Inside, Marco had Annie bent over his desk, her face pressed to the wood, her ass red from the force of his thrusts. He grunted with each hard snap of his hips, and she cried out with every push. My eyes narrowed when hers darted to me. They were wide, needy, desperate.

“M-Matteo,” she whimpered, her voice cracking with very thrust.

Marco fisted her hair, yanking her head back so her throat strained, eyes watering. He fucked her harder, rougher, ignoring her pleas.

“Matteo, I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Forgive me, daddy, please” Her voice broke when Marco shoved deeper, stealing the air from her lungs. She looked at me with an open mouth, unable to speak.

I smirked darkly, leaning against the doorframe. “How the fuck do you beg another man while you’ve got one already buried inside you? You really are a sick bitch, Annie.”

Her lips trembled. She tried to reach for me even while Marco pulled her back onto his cock with punishing thrusts. He spat on his shaft, shoved it into her ass, and she screamed so loudly it echoed through the hall.

“You liked it when I was sick and twisted, Matteo,” she sobbed, choking on her own moans. “I did everything you wanted. I was just like you. Forgive me and join us. Please.”

For a moment, her words made me remember who I used to be.

There was a time I’d have stepped in, taken her pussy while Marco used her ass, maybe called Lorenzo in too, so he could take her mouth.

We used to share everything, even our women didn't care that much. We’d laugh about it with a cigar and whiskey later. But now? Now I had a wife.

Adriana’s face flashed in my mind. Her lips, her breasts, her soft whimpers, her taste. Annie could never compare.

“You think you still matter to me, Annie?” I asked coldly, stepping forward just enough so she could see the disgust in my eyes.

“Weeks ago, maybe. But not now. You had your chance. I should have let my wife put a bullet through your skull when she caught you sneaking into my house.”

Annie moaned louder, trying to twist her body to face me, but Marco slammed her back down, his palm spread across her spine. His rhythm didn’t falter. He looked angrier than I’d ever seen him, his jaw clenched as he shoved harder into her ass, making her whimper like an animal caught in a trap.

“She begged me with your name, Matteo,” Marco grunted. “Moaned for me while thinking about you. That’s how fucked in the head she is.”

Annie gasped, her nails clawing at the table. “Does your wife even let you fuck her mouth the way I did? Huh? Does she let your friends share her, Matteo?”

I felt my blood boil, but not because of her. Because of Adriana. She was mine, and no one else would ever touch her. I moved closer, my voice low and lethal.

“You’re done, Annie. Fired. You stay the fuck away from my gym, from my casinos, and from my wife. Next time I see you near her, I’ll let Marco finish you and dump your body in the river. And I won’t think twice about it.”

Her face crumpled, but before she could beg again, I turned on my heel.

“Marco,” I said without looking back. “When you’re done, send Madonna to my office.”

I slammed my own office door behind me, gripping the desk until my knuckles whitened.

My father’s empire, my responsibilities, my wife. It all fucking pressed down on me. Annie’s words crawled under my skin like poison.

I needed to focus.

When Marco finally brought Madonna in, she looked half-dead. Eyes swollen, cheeks hollow, her hands clasped tightly in front of her like she was praying.

“Have you fucked her yet?” Marco smirked, jerking his chin at me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me if I’ve made love with my wife?”

Madonna flinched at the word “wife.” She clutched herself, trembling.

“I haven’t,” I admitted. “Not yet. But unlike you, Marco, I don’t need to shove myself inside the nearest hole to prove I’m a man.”

Marco laughed, shaking his head, and left us alone.

“How are the kids?” I asked Madonna, my tone clipped.

Her voice cracked. “They’re… fine. Still in Europe. They miss their papa.” A tear slipped down her cheek.

“He deserved to die, Madonna. He was filth. I made them fatherless, yes, but at least I didn’t make them orphans. Be grateful.”

“I am, Don,” she whispered, bowing her head. She looked so small, so breakable, and for a second, pity flickered through me.

“Tell me Madonna, How is my father?” I pressed.

Her shoulders stiffened. “He’s recruiting new men. Kidnappers. He has them working in schools now.”

My jaw tightened. “Schools?”

“Some girls are underage. He gets them from a different part of town”, she sighed.

“Do you know how and where the girls are transported to?” I asked

“They're kidnapped and shipped off to the countries I don’t know where, when the girls are at a certain amount there’re moved in trucks and sent to your papa to determine their price, then they’re flown out to God knows where”

“And the drugs?” I asked

The drugs are sent with them, sometimes even inside them, she said with a shaky voice.

Thick bile rose in my throat.

“Inside them?” I asked, my voice deadly quiet.

She nodded, tears falling freely.

I slammed my fist on the desk so hard she flinched. I had heard enough. “Get out, Madonna.”

She hesitated. “Don… your papa wants revenge. He’s preparing to breach your territory. Watch out.”

I waved her away. If that bastard stepped foot in New York, he’d be declaring war. And if it was war he wanted, then blood would paint the streets.

I needed to see Adriana. I needed her softness against all this filth.

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When I entered the house, Lorenzo was lounging in the living room, controller in hand. He rose immediately, shaking my hand.

“The place is ready, Boss. You’ll be pleased.”

I nodded, barely listening. My chest felt tight, a strange unease crawling under my skin.

Then I saw her.

Adriana lay sprawled across the bed, the iPad I bought her in her hands. Her long hair spilled around her face, lips parted slightly as she focused on whatever she was reading.

The white lingerie clung to her curves, paired with tiny shorts that left the bottom swell of her ass bare.

My cock hardened instantly.

“You like them?” I asked, my voice lower than I intended.

She glanced up, smiling softly. “Yes. I love the iPhone and the iPad, Matteo. Thank you.”

Her smile undid me. She was so beautiful when she wasn’t glaring at me like I was the devil. I wanted to strip the lingerie off her and bury myself in her until she forgot why she hated me.

Instead, I pulled out my phone. I’d recorded the entire pathetic scene with Annie, every word she’d begged, every insult she’d spit.

Adriana needed to see it,not just to know the truth, but to understand that no one else mattered to me anymore.

No one but her.