They should never have met.
Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld.
But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard the...
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Maximus
Chugging my coffee, I watch the city blur by. Putting the now empty coffee cup down I take out my gun and check the mag is full.
Cazzo I'm tired. I should have gone to my penthouse last night and crashed. Instead I ended up with Stella, spending the entire night exploring her body and ways to pleasure her. The woman is insatiable, an addiction of mine. I need her body and peace that surrounds her.
Putting the gun in my holster I felt anger rise in me. I was close to telling her what I do, close to telling her that I don't just work as a civilian but as an Underboss in a mafia. The moment I was with her, all the stress, worries and plans that ran around in my head vanished and I was able to lay with her in peace.
Now I'm covered in guns, with men who are dressed the same with a destination in mind that will be filled with threats and spilled blood.
And I will be the one to spill it.
No, I will not bow to this addiction of her. We will stay casual, she could never be tainted by my world.
Pulling up to a grungy building I waited for the car to park and then stepped out with multiple Sorrentino men. Looking around I noticed all the men had their game faces on, Lorenzo made eye contact with me then motioned his head to get going, he led the way with anger rolling off him in waves.
It was time to deal with Carnellio, give him something to rethink his disloyalty towards us. To no longer let us get attacked or loose shipments but to tell us who is working him against us.
Stepping into the club I felt the heat of the room, the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex thick in the air. Looking around, Carnellio's men didn't even notice us walk inside, they were far too busy drinking and screwing the waitresses on tables or on the wall.
All I could see when we made our way to Carnellio was people fucking, without the music this place would sound like a porn orgy video.
"SHIT! SORRENINOS!" A man threw a woman off his lap seeing us, he barely got on his feet when Vinzo whipped his gun across his head making him drop.
The music cut off from the alarm of our arrival, men putting their dicks back in their pants and others trying to sober up enough to hold their gun.
"Guns down! Civilians out!" I order into the room, men and women not in this fight running out of the place without waiting to put clothes on.
"Now, why all the animosity?" Lorenzo called out in the silent room. "I heard that when you talked with Maximus we were invited to your... club."
Carnellio rushed into the room, most likely coming from a back office where he was fucking based on the messiness of his clothes and flush. "Don Lorenzo, I was not expecting you here."
"I can see that. Have a seat Carnellio." Lorenzo ordered picking a chair up and sat in it, my body positioning behind his right shoulder, Romano on his left. Carnellio looked around not knowing what to do. "I said, sit."
