Chapter 3 Cristiano

• I only came to this fucking party to figure out if I'll keep this place after I kill this fucker. It's not the first time Lombardi extended an invite and since he decided to hold it at his house, I decided to show up. It's not surprising his place is humdrum. He's been living here for years, but it still looks like a showroom. There isn't a single photo of him and his daughters anywhere. Or anything that indicates people live here. Not that it's any of my business. All I care about is ending his miserable existence.
• Over the years, I've thought of a million ways to kill him. Sometimes it's slow and painful and other times I put several bullets in his head, one after the other. But mostly, I anticipate the mood I'll be in when I finally avenge my father's death. He and Lombardi were partners, but one day, the bastard just up and killed him. Now I don't know if they had an argument or not, but that is no reason to kill someone who considered you his best friend.
• I was a child back then. Six, and I promised my father that I would avenge his death. In the mafia, loyalty comes before everything. And Lombardi killing my father was him being disloyal. All these years, that bastard has been a dead man walking and very soon I'll send him to hell where he belongs. But until then, I'm going to drink his shitty whiskey and play nice with him. Hell, I'll even house his daughter and if she's lucky, I'll teach her a few things. Manners being on top of that list.
• My eyes landed on her the moment I walked in. But then again, every man in the room was already looking at her. I believe it's the first time Lombardi introduced her to everyone. That or I've been too busy hating the guy and planning his death to care about anything else. Although, I do remember the parties he used to hold before the fallout with my father. I think I met them back then, but that was a long time ago. They're all grown up now and I must admit they're fucking hot. Assuming the other one looks like her sister.
• I was so invested in staring at her that I didn't even know I was walking toward her until we bumped into each other. That dress didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her fucking breasts were literally fighting to not spill out, and I was thinking how nice it would feel to have my cock squished between them. And then there's that ass. She is what people call sex on legs. Well proportioned and isn't shy to flaunt it.
• All of a sudden, she was in front of me, and my drink was all over her. I would have mumbled an apology if I wasn't thinking about licking her wet skin. I'm not a fucking virgin. I've fucked all kinds of women and done a few kinky shit here and there, but none of them has ever made me feel like this. So out of control. The only thing I could think about was owning her. She said something, but because I was distracted, I asked her to repeat only for her to ask if I was deaf and dumb. You'd think her blatant disrespect would offend me, but all it did was make me harder.
• When she stormed off, I let her because whether she knew it or not, she was mine.
• I walked around the party talking to some of Lombardi's guests while trying to sway them to do business with me. I don't necessarily need them because I do have my own empire, but I would get a kick out of stealing them from that moron. And by the looks of it, he knew what I was doing. His gaze was on me since I walked in, tracking my movements. His organization might be big but mine is bigger. And that pisses him off because he's been in this business longer than I have and he did kill my father just to keep everything for himself. What he didn't know was that my father had a contingency plan.
• I finally decided to talk to him since the son of a bitch wouldn't approach me, but mainly because she was sitting across from him. There was a familiarity between them. The way they interacted, as if they knew each other, made my stomach twist in disgust. Dammit, if I had known she was his woman, I would have dragged her to the nearest room and showed her what she was missing out on. Can this old fucker even get it up?
• I was even more surprised when he introduced her as his daughter. I thought she would be some ugly ass bitch judging by her father's looks, but it seems that she took after her mother. I can't deny that she's stunning. And she changed her dress. The black one she has on makes her even more beautiful.
• Fuck, I need to take a step back. Women can be hot, sexy, virgins, whores, and anything else, but not beautiful.
• But fuck, that mouth of hers is something else. I want to see it wrapped around my cock. Maybe then I can get her to shut up. My eyes follow her until she disappears around the corner. That ass...
• "De Luca, I see you finally decided to come out of your hideout," Lombardi says, and I'm annoyed that he's even talking to me. I'd rather talk to his foul-mouthed daughter. I want to stare at her all night, but I know that would show weakness. And knowing this asshole, he would use it against me. His implication that I was hiding was his way of trying to say that I'm scared of him. Which I'm not, but whatever helps him sleep at night.
• "You've been trying to get me to come to one of these for so long that I decided to finally grace you with my presence," I tell him, and I can see his jaw ticking. He covers it up with a fake ass laugh that sounds like a frog choking, but I know he's pissed.
• "My daughter Marianna. What do you think of her?" He asks, changing the subject.
• "She's beautiful. Anyone can agree with me. Where has she been all this time?"
• "Traveling. That's why I summoned you here. "
• Summon my ass. We both know I came because I wanted to, but again, whatever helps him sleep at night. "To meet your daughter?" I ask
• "No. I trust you, and I want her to stay with you while I'm gone. I have business with the gringos and I trust you can keep her safe," Lombardi says, trying to read my emotions. I learned long ago how to school my face so that even when seething on the inside, on the outside, I'm the epitome of calm. Not wanting to look eager, I take a sip of the shitty whiskey, look around for a few seconds before turning back to him and asking,
• "How long?"
• "Six months, give or take." He's willing to leave his daughter with me for six months? I might want to fuck her -which is probably what Lombardi is hoping for- but I'm not stupid.
• "Okay. Maybe I can teach her some of my secrets to success. "
• "Maybe De Luca. Maybe"
• I know he's using his daughter to get information from me, so I'll play along. I'll even let her hear snippets of conversation here and there, and when they think they have me cornered, I'll drop the entire roof on their heads. I will show this bastard how to do business. If he's lucky, he might get out alive. Using his daughter in the silent war between us is diabolical, but what do you expect from a snake like him? He's ruthless and has no morals whatsoever. I almost pity that girl. Almost
• Speaking of the devil, we both look up to see her beating some poor guy to a pulp and I have to hand it to her. She's got a mean hook. The guy's face is black and blue and I'm sure his lip is busted. I wonder what he did to her. Lombardi is ticked off and seeing that serves to aggravate him more. He jumps up and approaches the small crowd already forming. I follow him because another bastard has his hand around her and I'm tempted to do the same thing to him. Why the fuck is he touching her?
• "Marianna, what did I say about creating a scene?" he asks and she rolls her eyes.
• "I forgot. Maybe next time I'll write it down and walk around with the paper," she says, not giving a flying fuck. She's got some balls and I'm more intrigued now. What will she be like when she's under me? I like feisty women and I'm going to enjoy fucking that attitude out of her.
• Her face contorts in anger when she finds out she'll be staying with me. At least that's what she's pretending to be. I know they're in this together. The guy holding her back tightens his hand around her waist and I have this urge to cut his hands off so that he never touches her again, but I just smile and act indifferent. No need to get all possessive of my worst enemy's daughter. The only thing I'm interested in is fucking her. But then says,
• "De Luca, is it? I look forward to whoring myself to you," and I think maybe feeling possessive isn't a bad thing. I can't have another man thinking they stand a chance with her. Not while I'm alive.
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