(SOMEONES POV)
I had just sat on my chair after a long week of trouble. It is finally over and no more trouble for the weekend. I needed a drink and some good fuck and then I will sleep all day long.
"Boss, this is for you", one of my man hands me a file
"Get out", I take the package
I open it and it has a white folder, full of papers and a letter.
No discussion. Pick one and we will pick the chosen one in the morning.
Love, Mom
What does she want now? I love the woman, but I just bear with her because she gave birth to me but damn, she can be annoying.
I open the folder and a few papers come out. It has a logo in front of it and shit it has pages and pages that never ends. I think my own mother wants to kill me.
I leaf through the pages and now I know what she is trying to do: get me to marry someone.
"Fuck it", I say to myself. It has almost 100 profiles on that shit. "I'm leaving", I say out loud. I get my phone and when I open the door there, she is, standing with an angry face.
"Where do you think you are going?", she crosses her arms in front of her and say it firmly. " I told you to pick one Irvin"
"And I thought you were getting here in the morning –
"No, I did not say that, I said we were going to pick one of them tomorrow! – she says.
"And I told you I'm not marrying anyone – that has always been our fight for the last five years, since my dad died.
"Vin", I hate when she calls me that, but she can call me whatever she wants she gave birth to me after all. "you are picking one. This place fabricates brides that fit our world and you are marrying one of these girls", she goes to my desk and hands me the files.
"Mother, I'm 32 years old, I run the Mafia and I'm doing a good job, so I don't think a woman is going to change anything"
"Don't forget, you can be the king for now, but what is a king without a truthful heir?", she stops for a minute and adds: " Nothing! You see, your father left you this and hoped to see you get marriage and grandchildren but someone took him away and he never got to see what you have and will become", she stops, her watery eyes shows pain.
"Mom, he is dead, this someone is dead. There are no more worries and ...."
"Then why not start a family?", she interrupts me. I expect her to say more but she just wipes her tears away and leave. I feel her pain but I'm not picking one and what kind of place 'fabricates' brides? Such a fucked-up thing to do.
I take the files to my room. I open the door and Brooke is there, laying naked on my bed. "Hey there", her high-pitched voice echoed in the big room.
I leave the papers on top of my night table. I take my pants off and the rest she knows what to do. She starts with a blowjob. After she is done, I left her to do the rest. I'm not in the mood to do anything else. She rides me and bounces her ass on my dick. She doesn't slow until I come. She stays there for a while and she doesn't seem to reach her climax, that I'm not blamed for, she is the one doing it all and I can't do anything if she doesn't feel. It is annoying me. She is here to give me pleasure and not the other way around.
"Get off", I say in a rude way and she doesn't do it. "GET THE FUCK OFF", I say with clenched teeth and I get a hold of her neck. I watch as she gasps for air, "OUT!", I repeat and she gets out. But first she stops by the night table and shows me the files.
"What are these?", she asks with all the papers in her hand. She is testing my patience right now.
"Not your business", I get up and take it from her hand. "and I think I'm being really patient telling you over and over to get out". I press her neck against the wall and the gulps. And I let her go.
After that I take a hot shower and finally, I get to sleep alone, with no one bothering me and that is something I wouldn't have if I was married