𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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Walking back into the crowd, they divide drunkenly allowing me to pass through.
It took me about five minutes to calm down my cock. Serenity getting off to my voice had increasingly made my allure for her go just a greater depth.
Her soft Italian accent and pure voice had abruptly spiralled into this sensual raspy tone. Traces of her moans, whimpers and whispers of my name lingered in the back of my head like a tortuous melody, burning every fibre of my being.
I emerge from the building into a dark alley. Shadows slither from each end of the tunnel, old hags conversing and making deals, while others simply go about their business, engrossed talking to themselves inside their sadistic visions.
Across from me stood the woman I was looking for.
Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail over her head, french tips spilling the ash from her cigarette.
I step forward, rolling my eyes at her ogling ones, and she steps back, casually leaning against the wall.
"Silver Ceraso." She releases the smoke from her mouth, expressing a smug smirk as she watches me.
With a heavy sigh, I go for the revolver hidden beneath my shirt, and her eyes widen instantly when she sees the pistol.
As I stood towering over her, I let go of my shirt, tightening my jaw.
"Where's the money, Sasha?"
When she drops her cigarette, it slides beneath her feet, and I see her crush it right next to the full, black duffel bag.
"Daddy's put it all in there."
I snicker and kick the bag with my foot, making sure there's nothing explosive inside and that it's full of my money. Looking back up at her, I nod my head down at the bag, and she frowns in perplexity.
"Get on your knees and open it," I demand, watching her carefully.
Her eyes narrow as she darts her tongue across her lips before squatting down to the ground.
Someone passes behind me, the male maintaining his head down and not blinking once beyond the darkness.
Green, lots of green, satisfies my needs.
"Documents?" I stare at her darkly, waiting on the papers that hold all of our statements. She digs into the bottom of the bag, her slender hand pulling out a plastic sleeve full of papers.
Nodding, I take the bag from her grasp, causing her posture to fall slightly, though she quickly stood back up and faced me.
I swing the bag over my shoulder, grabbing a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it the next second.
Sasha stares at me through the darkness, her thighs pressed together against the brick wall, and I hold back an eye roll.
"You know you don't have to go yet? We can hang out for a while..." She trails off, gazing at my lips and then straight at my chest, following downward until she reaches my torso.
