Dante.
“I told you bringing in the girls would make a huge difference, look how much we’ve made in two months.” Luca my brother gloated, making himself comfortable on the sofa across from me. “That bastard, Calista can eat his words.”
Two months ago, he came up with the idea of buying girls from “The Echo.” It was an organized crime syndicate involved in all forms of criminal activities.
I wasn’t innocent, I had my methods but I preferred to distance myself from certain crimes, trafficking being one of them but when Luca brought up the statistics of the New York casino, I knew we had to consider alternatives.
Calista was a new money dirt bag who thought because he stumbled on money, he was suddenly an equal and a worthy opponent but that’s the thing with people like him, their loyalty was to money.
In the mafia, our loyalty was to family, to one another before money or possessions. We had codes governing our acts and there are things we would never get involved in as a family.
These new birds, they’ll do whatever it takes to be seen as powerful, nothing governing their acts and there was no weaker man like the one without discipline.
So when Luca made it known to me that Calista was actively stealing our customers with offers for a night of pleasure with one of his many girls, I didn’t bother playing his game. I ran a casino not a whore house and women were too complex for me to employ, I preferred to run my business without their hormones interfering.
I only valued a woman’s presence between the sheets and the only time I would care for what she’s saying was if she was either moaning or asking me to go faster. Even then, I still do as I wish.
I was averse to the idea until the statistics from the casinos came in and the New York branch was the least performing by a huge margin.
I would never understand how men let themselves and their every desire be controlled by a woman, it’ll forever remain a curious thing to me.
I had no choice but to give into Luca’s suggestions. I gave him the go ahead to purchase whoever and whatever he wanted to purchase.
However, in an unexpected turn of events, I happened to be conducting a business meeting at “The Echo” on the night of the auction and one thing led to another and I ended up purchasing one of the girls.
It was something I need solely to ascertain a level of dominance, I was one of the top shareholders of the club anyways.
There was something about her that made me pick her. Unlike the girls before her, she did not look like a lamb that was led to the slaughter.
Her eyes were sharp and her overall demeanor had a hint of defiance in them. I was intrigued and when she was finally stripped to be sold, I could see her bringing in good amount of money.
“Alright Luca, you were right. The girls helped.” I admitted, focusing my gaze on the screen in front of me.
“Helped? I think they did a lot more than that. Come on, you can say it…” he pushed, trying to earn a word of praise from me.
“You know you’ll have better luck at getting the pope to sin that you do at getting him to admit someone else’s idea was much better than his.” Enzo, my best friend invited himself into the conversation as he walked into my office.
“I must say, there’s been some form of improvement. Who would have thought a few girls would’ve turned things around. Good job Luca, you should handle the entertainment part of things while your brother focuses on the more………intricate parts of the business.”
“Not many people would speak of me being incompetent and live to tell the story.” I warned.
“Ah, but no one said you were incompetent. I just advised you stick to a certain side of things.” Enzo replied, making himself comfortable with a glass of scotch.
He always had that easy charm and confidence going on for him and can walk into any room without protection, cause absolute mayhem and be out unscathed and the people would love him even more.
He did not concern himself with security details and never looked back while walking away, even if you held a gun to his back. It’s what made him the best lawyer and negotiator anyone could think of.
“They helped. It’s not as if he invented some idea no one ever thought of. It’s just women, they’re all over the place.”
“I would greatly disagree with you. For instance, your pole girl, I’ve never seen anything like her. I even placed a bid but this guy with the scar wasn’t backing down.” Enzo countered, taking Luca’s recently vacated spot on the sofa.
I threw him an incredulous look. I would never understand spending an outrageous amount of money on pussy. It wasn’t simply worth it in my opinion.
I tore my attention from the horny deadbeat in front of my and switched the camera from the Casino hall to the private lounge.
I’d been told the pole dance was bringing in a lot of money and it was time I saw what was going on for myself.
I had hidden cameras monitoring every room in the club despite our promises of privacy. They made for wonderful blackmail materials.
The room was so dim you’d have to look closely to see what was going on but my keen eyes could spot a large looking man and a rather small girl, they looked to be engaged in……… the fuck?!
“Dante? Is everything okay?” Enzo asked, making his way to my side of the desk. “You rotten bastard,” he teased. “That’s what you do in here, watching people get at it………wait, what the heck? What is she doing?” He practically shoved me off the way to get a closer look at the screen.
I didn’t need anymore confirmation. All I could feel was red hot rage coursing through my veins.
No one messed with my business. Not even my rivals were that stupid.
“Oh Shit.” Enzo muttered, taking in the expression on my face.
BellaFriday nights were a personal favorite of mine, there was a spread of options to pick from. I learned from the other girls how to spot a wealthy man. From the fit of his suit to the leather of his shoes and down to his cufflinks. I was surprised by how accurate there were. Every man that came to the “Rave” was rich, you need to have a certain income level to even be allowed into the club but amongst the rich, were the wealthy. Those were my target and the older they were, the better.The music started with a low hum, it’s vibration moving through me. I was certain if Madame C didn’t train me on how to dance, I would’ve picked up dancing somewhere else.I enjoyed the way the music coaxed movements from my body, the way it commanded the sway of my hips and bend of my knees.I felt free when I danced. It was the only time I wasn’t so wrapped up in the shit that has become my life. I was one with the music. I curled my legs around the pole, letting my upper body fall off, shruggi
Bella.My brain was vacant, I could come up with a single thought, nothing was going on in my head. I was beyond certain if you threw something in there, it’ll echo. I searched my head, trying to come up with something, an answer, a funny comeback. I always had my treasure stack of comebacks ready to serve. It’s why Madame C nicknamed me smart mouth.I probably looked like a dumb fish opening and closing my mouth beneath him, his cock still glistening in my face.His lips curled in a wicked condescending smile, his eyes blazing. I finally recognized the look he’d been wearing all along, it was hate, disgust. His was angry.“Don’t let me stop you, you were doing a wonderful job.” It took a moment for me to catch up with what he was talking about. How did this happen? Did I forget to spike his drink properly in my haze? That wasn’t possible, the drug was strong enough to knock even the strongest of men out with just a pinch. “I’m not a patient man Isabella and I spent a lot of mone
Dante Fuck!The picture frame hanging on my office wall shattered under the force of my fist slamming into it.What was that? What was I thinking? I wasn’t a man that lacked discipline, my still throbbing dick would beg to differ but I know who I am. I’ve risen to the top of the Cosa Nostra and instilled the level of fear and respect I demand because I always had my head straight and never let things get in the way of the familia or business. You can’t tempt me with wine, money or women and I had an outlet for whenever I needed one.First she waltz into my club and makes a caricature of my business, scamming my patrons and under delivering services. Next, she turned me into a teenage boy creaming his pants at the sight of his first crush. Hell I was leaking by the time she pulled me out and I don’t even do precum, no girl was that good.My nostrils flared at the thought of what her antics would have done to my business if it got out, these men were vicious and hate being cheated
Bella “Bella. Bella!” I opened my eyes to see Vivian hovering above me, her cute eyes peering deep into mine. “What have you done this time? The caretaker said you should come to her office at once.” Caretaker? Office? I groggily pulled out the wrist watch I always kept inside my pillow to see a bright green 6:45am flashing on the screen. What could be so important by 6:45am and can’t wait till the sun was up? My day typically starts at noon and consists of a workout and flexibility session to keep in shape. I was always allowed to have my beauty sleep as it is assumed I was definitely spent from a night of letting men ride me like a horse and it was important I didn’t appear tired or worn as it would ruin the appeal. Something about being disturbed before the sun was up in the sky didn’t sit right with me so I pulled my blanket over my head and told Vivian to tell her I was asleep. “You don’t get it Bella, she said something about the Don.” That was enough to sna
Dante. “She really went through with it, I guess I owe you $10k.” Enzo mused, staring at the newlywed in shock. “I’ll never understand these innocent girls have for men like Kaden, it’s like a wolf keeping a sheep as a pet.” He was right, while I understood the appeal of opposites attracting, the couple before us looked like a tragedy waiting to happen and we all knew who the victim would be. I never understood why people would put themselves in such a vulnerable situation in the name of love. Kaden was like an exposed live wire, the smallest stimulation would result in an uncontrollable explosion, and boy did he love to explode. His wife, whatever her name was, was the model picture of a lamb. Sweet, caring, one of the women who actually cared about the charities they donated to and not the validation they got from society for spending money. Enzo mentioned one time that she ran a secret scholarship funding program for orphans and Kaden was able to get her attention by making
BellaIf you looked up the word “careless laughter” I’m pretty sure I would come up as a reference picture. I got too carried away with Scarface's stories I ended up knocking his drink over, getting us covered in whiskey. I shut my eyes, expecting him to hit me or yell as I’ve seen the other men do to clumsy girls Instead, I felt soft pats on my face and neck. I opened my eyes to find him carefully dabbing at the spots the drink got on me with a white handkerchief, he hadn’t even cleaned himself. It was the first time a man was touching me without sexual intent and it was a very odd feeling to me, I stood awkwardly, watching him, scared to say a word.He looked strange doing something with so much care and intricacy. He was respectful enough to skip my cleavage as he cleaned him up, it was not the type of gentleness you’d expect from a man like him.I started wondering how many times he’d been misjudged because of the way he looked and his scar.“I’m sorry Bella, I doubt the napki
Bella If you looked up the word “careless laughter” I’m pretty sure I would come up as a reference picture. I got too carried away with Scarface's stories I ended up knocking his drink over, getting us covered in whiskey. I shut my eyes, expecting him to hit me or yell as I’ve seen the other men do to clumsy girls Instead, I felt soft pats on my face and neck. I opened my eyes to find him carefully dabbing at the spots the drink got on me with a white handkerchief, he hadn’t even cleaned himself. It was the first time a man was touching me without sexual intent and it was a very odd feeling to me, I stood awkwardly, watching him, scared to say a word. He looked strange doing something with so much care and intricacy. He was respectful enough to skip my cleavage as he cleaned him up, it was not the type of gentleness you’d expect from a man like him. I started wondering how many times he’d been misjudged because of the way he looked and his scar. “I’m sorry Bella, I
Bella. ‘My nose was the first of my senses to wake as the overpowering stench of what I suspected to be rotting flesh filled my nostrils, almost choking me. I coughed a few times, prying my eyes open, but I couldn’t see a thing. I went into an instant panic, thinking I’d gone blind and my hands tried to rub my eyes but were met with restriction. I was tied and blindfolded. Slowly, reality began to set in, I remember matching through the valley, hurrying to catch up with my friends before my face was suddenly covered, followed by a painful sting on my neck and it all went black. It wasn’t a bad dream. I was kidnapped, panic and fear started setting in, and the stench of the cold room suddenly faded away as I thrashed in my position trying to free myself. A heavy sob left me and I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t utter anything intelligible, I just needed someone to hear me scream. How long have I been out? What about my parents? Were they looking for me?