The day seemed longer than usual as Azzurra made her stroll through the streets of Palmi, Italy; due to the hot weather, her dark skin glistened with sweat as she took a swig from her bottle of water. Chugging the content within the container, her phone would begin to buzz within her back pocket. Rushing, Azzurra would separate her lips from the Dasani bottle and pull her phone out of her pocket. Answering the call, the lean vixen would place her cellphone to her ear and speak,
"Hello, Azz-" before she could finish the female would be interrupted by a baron tone voice from the other side of her phone. "Azzurra it's James, call me on your other phone. It's important."
Without hesitation, the female disconnected the call and pulled her burner from her front left pocket. Speed dialing one, the phone would ring twice before the other line was picked up. "What is it James?" she questions, her left brow furrowed upwards as she posed the question.
"Your dad needs to see you as soon as possible. Stated that it was urgent and that he wanted you on top of the issue," He replied, his tone subtle as he spoke. Rolling her emerald hues, the female let out a soft sigh before responding to the male,
"Fine, I'm like, five to ten minutes away from my car. I should be there in about forty minutes or so." The male replied with a simple 'okay' before ending the call. Shaking her head, Azzurra picked up her speed and quickly made it to her car within about five minutes. As she neared her 2018 Ferrari 488 Spider, she pulled her keys from her pocket and pressed the start engine button on her car fob. Roaring to life, the female entered her car and backed out of the parking lot that sat near a strip of water. With little effort, Azzurra would shift the gear to drive and practically floored it to her Father's house.
After roughly twenty-five minutes passed, Zurra would pull up to the gate of her father's home and pressed the buzzer that sat outside of the large metal doors. Waiting for a few moments, the vixen would hear her father's voice amongst the intercom, "Welcome Azzurra," he greeted before opening the gates. "Yeah yeah," she replied nonchalantly while entering the gated area. Once within the roundabout, the tanned stallion would park her vehicle and walk up the steps that lead to her prior home. Before she could near the door, she'd notice the large slabs of wood open; her father now standing before her with a goofy grin displayed upon his face.
"Ohhh my darling, la figlia," he greeted while walking towards her with open arms. Taking her into his embrace, he'd kiss both of her cheeks before the woman could reply.
"Ciao Papa," she muttered while returning his embrace and small gestures. "Come come," he insisted while slowly guiding the female inside, the male closing the door behind him.
"What is it you need me for? I was on vacation, remember papa?" she muses while following behind the male while he leads her to his office that sat on the first floor.
"Si si, I know Tesoro but we have a massive issue and I cannot trust anyone else to do it as well as you do figlia," he mutters while entering his office. Taking a sharp inhale, the female would release a heavy sigh as her father's words graced her ears,
"What is it that you have me doing now father?" she asks while taking a seat in the chair that sat before her father's enormous mahogany wooden table. Placing up his index finger in attempts to tell the woman to hold, she'd do as so and patiently wait for an answer; instead of words, her father would simply place a manilla folder in front of her and simply relax within his brown Italian leather chair. Quirking her right brow upward, Azzurra would look to her father then back to the folder before picking it up and settling back into her seat. Opening the folder, she'd examine the information within the files and avert her gaze back onto her father through hooded lashes.
"You want me to kill an Iranian? What makes him worthy of my time? Seems like a regular guy to me," she stated while awaiting her father's answer. He gave a soft sigh before responding,
"Well, I haven't updated you on such things but, we are no longer buying our guns from the Ukrainians. We now get our shipment from this Iranian by the name of Ahmad Ayad but, I've heard through word of mouth that he is secretly dealing with one of the Yakuza's branches as well as the Russians within America."
Shaking her head, the female parted her supple lips to speak, "So you cut off Gustov for an Iranian who would sneakily sell to your enemies? Why was I not included in this meeting? I could've notified everyone how bad of an idea that is but no! I have to clean up a mess I didn't even create like always."
Before her father could reply, Azzurra simply placed her hand up and continued, "It's whatever. I am used to it. When do I leave? How long will I be gone?" she muses while relaxing within her seat, her left leg crossed over the other as she awaited his response.
"I need you gone by the end of the day sadly but that's not the only reason I'll be sending you to America and I hope you won't be angry with me because I thought you to be the only one suitable fo-"
"Dad, stop rambling and just tell me what it is," she interrupted, her tone even as she averted her gaze from the file and onto her father. "You will be taking over the Gambino family for the next year until Frank Cali's son turns eighteen," he muttered, the male bracing for his child's fury about the idea. Azzurra instead would surprise her father with her next statement to come,
"I will go and stay without issue if you allow me to take a few of our prized members with me," she posed, her tone stoic as she sat up. "And who are those prized few my Tesoro?" he asked, his voice softer than a feather. Smiling, Barbaro would part her lips to speak,
"Thea Hawes: The Wiz Doctor, James Jon: Frenchie, Brea Beau: Big Brain, and Anthony Morris: Capt America."
Her father's brows would furrow as Azzurra listed the members she wanted for her team. "Fine Fine," the male replied while shaking his head. Jumping out of her seat in joy, she'd run over to her father's side and enveloped her arms around the man. "Thank you thank you thank you," she muttered excitedly before kissing both of his cheeks. "I'll gather the team and take a private jet to America tonight," she stated before letting go of her father and dashing out of his office.
Wasting little time, Zzurra would pull her phone out of her pocket and text the group chat that they were all in.
Azzurra: 'Meeting at my place at 6 PM. Bring a stayover bag,' sent at 2:15 PM
JamesNoFranco: '??' sent at 2:16 PM
Azzurra: 'Got some good news for us, please just show up with your overnight bags,' sent at 2:16 PM
JamesNoFranco:'Okay bruh,' sent at 2:17 PM
TheaBean: 'Okay, we will be there!' sent at 2:17 PM
BeauBoo: 'Anthony is at work right now but we will be there at 6. See you there,' sent at 2:18 PM
Doing a small celebratory dance, the female would make her way over to her car and enter; the female starting the car with a push of a button. As the engine came to life, the female would switch the gear to drive and take off out of her father's roundabout and gated home. Having only a few hours to get ready to leave the states, Azzurra would work quickly to gather the proper information and tools required to not only take out her initial target but to complete her year-long stay in America. Heading to an old friend's house, it would take about an hour or so before she reached the estate of Jonathan Alexander, a CIA special agent who worked for Interpol. Parking her car in his driveway, Barbaro would exit her car and walk up to his front door, and ring the doorbell. Waiting only mere moments, the door would swing open and the male would pull the woman inside, his lips instantly smashing against her own as he closed the door behind the two of them. With little hesitation, Azzurra would relax in his grasp as their lips moved in unison with one another; a few stifled moans falling from one another's lips as they deepened the kiss.
Minutes would pass before the woman would remember her reasoning for coming, pulling away, she'd take a deep breath before speaking, "Fuck, I need your help, Jonathan."
Taking a deep breath, the male would keep the woman within his arms as he replied, "What do you need help with? You know I'd assist you with anything my love."
Smiling as his words graced her ears, the female leaned forward and placed a kiss upon his cheek before continuing with her wants. "I need information on an arms dealer by the name of Ahmad Ayad, specifically his crew, his whereabouts, and all safe house locations within America. I also need his phone pinged," she muttered, her tone gentle as she made her request. The male brushed his nose against hers and gave the woman a soft smile, "Anything for you mochi, when do you need it?" he questions.
"I need it within three to four hours, I know that asking a lot from you but-"
Covering her lips with his index, Jonathan's smile grew as he spoke, "It's no issue at all, I'll be sure to get you that information but," he paused while pushing the female up against the wall, "Let me at least enjoy our short moments together," he finished before lifting the woman into his arms and bestowing gentle kisses against her chocolate skin.
"You got it, Jonathan, take me away," she replied with a soft chuckle. Doing as told, the male would take her back off of the wall and make his way to the bedroom; his lips still nipping and suckling on the exposed flesh which earned a few moans from the younger. Nearing his room, the male would kick the door open for the two of them and throw the female onto the bed. Peeling his shirt off, the elder would discard the material to the floor and wrap his large mitts around both of her ankles. Pulling her perfect figure towards him, Jonathan would begin to peel her free of her clothing before attacking her ankles and feet with subtle kisses. Azzurra simply stared at the male as he did so, his lips soon etching their way up her legs until he reached her clothed cunt. Settling in between Azzurra's legs, the male would give her covered flower a few kisses before hooking his index finger around the waistband of her underwear and pulling it down past her dainty ankles then discarding them to the floor where most of her material lay. Averting his gaze onto hers, the male would gently nibble his way from her thighs to her cunt and teasingly lick over her lower lips before burying his face into her twat; the male groaning from the delicious nectar the woman produced.
Leaning her head back in utter joy, the female would further open her legs for the male, even going as far as to use her own arms to hold back both legs as the male began to devour her perfect snatch. "Fuck yes Jonny, right fucking there," she cooed as the male grew hungrier for the younger. As she held her own legs back, Jonathan saw this as an opportunity to make the woman cum from just his tongue and fingers. Smiling as suckled upon her clit, the male would allow his index and middle finger to tease her perfect rose petal before entering inside of her. His fingers would become soaked as he entered the woman, his tongue still working over her clitoris expertly as he began to pump his fingers inside of her.
The sensation of both his tongue and his fingers working in unison would bring the woman to utter bliss as shrills of moans fell from her lips. Unlatching his lips from her clit, the male would lap over the bundle of nerves repeatedly, his tongue picking up its pace effortlessly as he curled his fingers upwards slightly. "Oh fucking yes! Right there, Jonathan! Uggggh" she cried out as his fingers repeatedly abused her erogenous zone. It's been so long since the vixen had sex that the stimulation easily brought her to her climax, the woman creaming on his fingers as he happily cleaned up every drop. Allowing a curse to fall from her lips, Jonathan would stand to his feet and peeled his pants off one pants leg at a time, his boxer falling alongside them. Standing in front of the woman fully erect, his girthy member would entice the woman to come forward; A smile would display itself onto the woman's face as she watched his cock stand tall as if it was a soldier saluting his flag or higher authorities. Her lissom digits soon wrapped around it and gave him a few strokes before wrapping her supple lips around his bulbous crown.
Moaning in delight, the male would tilt his head back as the goddess before him took his member inch by inch into her wet caverns; her tongue teasingly swirling around the tip which created a stimulation that even the male couldn't handle. Looking down as he watched the vixen work his cock, the female would avert her gaze up to his and lock eyes with the latter as she began to take the entirety of his length with little issues. Azzurra's fingers would grope his cum filled orbs, her lissom digits massaging them as her lips moved up and down his shaft. After mere moments, she would come back up for a short breath before attending to his member once more; his bulge forming against her throat as she swallowed his manhood with ease. Zorra allowed herself to drool while she deepthroats his shaft, the saliva not only drenching his rod but his balls as well. With his cock drenched from her sloppy head, the female would come off with a 'pop' before dipping her head down to suck on his voluptuous cum filled sacks. 'Fuck he's going to feel so good when he fucks me,' she thought as she wrapped her fingers around his cock to jerk him off, her lips and tongue still working his orbs.
Barbaro enjoyed the sensation of pleasing the sinewy male that stood before her, her eyes watching as the veins that lined underneath the skin thrummed with every stroke the woman took; her lips aiding by continuously grazing up against his balls. Noticing his cock jumping, the female would come back up to attend to his needy length. His moans from before only added fuel to the woman's fire as she teased the urethral slit, her tongue flicking over the area rapidly before deepthroating his full length and holding there for mere moments; her nose meeting the male's pelvic bone. As she did so, Jonathan held her head there as his bulbous crown began to dump its cum down her throat. After taking and swallowing every last drop of his cum, she pulled off with a slight gasp, her saliva still stringing along as she separated her lips from his large shaft; her lips swollen from her actions, while a red tint dusted itself onto the woman's cheeks.
"Fuck, come here," he insisted before bringing her face to his and taking her lips with his own, their combined nectars now mixing as their lips mouthed over one another's. After a few moments, the female pulled away and laid onto the bed, the male soon crawling over top of her as she did so. Spreading the female's legs wide, the male would align his tip with her rose petal and slowly insert himself into her tight snatch; his cock loving just how wet her perfect cunt could get. "Shit you feel so fucking good Azzurra, why won't you just be mine," he muttered softly, the male bringing her left foot to his lips to bestow a few pecks onto them before moving to her ankles as he began to thrust inside of the woman.
"Shiiiittah, yessss! A-a-and you know why w-we can'ttttt, shit," she moaned as his thrust picked up its pace, Jonathan now bottoming out the woman as he buried himself into her womb repeatedly. "Who cares?" he grunted out as he dipped his hips so his crown could abuse her g spot.
"I- I do, we can't- fuck- be togetherrrr, o-o-our lifestyles are jussst to d-d-different! O-our world h-h-hates one another and I-I-I can't do that! W-we'd get e-e-each other kiilllleed- shittah," she replied through moans and curses, her toes curling up as his bulbous tip brushed her g spot with every stroke. The male didn't comment on her statement, instead, he simply leaned forward and placed his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her forward just enough for their foreheads to meet. With a subtle adjustment to the position, the vixen would feel the male within her guts and his pace not only grew with speed but strength as well. "Fuckkkkkkk, yes, yes, yes. Right fucking there, you keep this up and I'm going to-" interrupting herself, the female would let a shrill of moans fall from her lips as she came on his cock, the male still pushing on as he wanted to reach his own euphoric end.
"Yes, get that pussy wet for me Azzurra. Let me know how much this dick pleases you," he muttered as he felt his cock brush up against her womb with every stroke taken. With her legs quivering below him, the male adjusted both of her legs onto his shoulders and repositioned his legs together, his arms still on either side of her as his cock made a straight beeline to her g spot.
Feeling the male within her guts, the female would place her hands upon his pelvic in an attempt to keep him from bellowing out inside of her but failed horribly. "Oh, don't try to stop me, you know that just makes me go harder," he breathed before pulling out, his cock covered with her creamy nectar. Repositioning the female onto her stomach, he'd plant a harsh smack against her plump rear before speaking, "I want that ass in the air Azzurra, you know the drill," he muttered in a slightly commanding tone. Whining, the female propped herself up onto her knees and kept her face buried in his silk satin sheets. Getting onto the bed behind her, the male would squat behind the female and realign himself with her snatch before ramming his massive mass into her tight and wet petal. Groaning in utter pleasure, the male reached his hand out and grabbed a fistful of her dark locks then wrapped them around his knuckles. Pulling back with her hair now in his grasp, the female would sit up onto her hands and complete the perfect arch that allowed the male to fully take advantage of the woman within this position.
With minimal effort, the male began to thrust inside of the woman at an impeccable speed, his cock now overstimulating the female as he did so. "SHIITTTAHH!! N-NOT A-A-AGAINNNN," the female screeched as he abused her flower with little remorse. Reaching forward with his other hand, he'd place it underneath the female and began to toy with her clit which only pushed the woman further over the edge. With this stimulation, she'd begin to orgasm onto his cock uncontrollably while the male tilted her head back even further so that their lips could meet as he braced himself for his own orgasm. As his member twitched inside of her, the female would begin to murmur incoherently throughout the kiss for the male not to come inside of her but the male never took his lips off of hers and ignored her wishes. As he felt himself begin to leak precum inside of her womb, the male unlatched their lips from one another's and whispered darkly, "I am going to cum in this pretty little cunt of yours."
Opening her lips to protest, the male would grunt before dumping his cum into her womb, his cock completely buried inside of her as he did. With her mouth agape, the female couldn't help but cum with the male as he released into her seeing as the sensation of him filling her was orgasmic within itself. Letting her hair go, the female would flop onto the bed as the male pulled out of her, his cum practically spilling out of her as he did so. "FUCKING HELL! I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO COME IN ME!" she yelled, the male simply just chuckled and picked the woman up off of the bed and took her to the bathroom where he sat her onto the toilet seat.
"Just sit here and let it spill out then take a shower. I am going to make a few calls and get that information you need," he replied while giving her a subtle kiss onto her cheek and leaving the bathroom. Rolling her hues at the male as he left, Azzurra would use the bathroom and hop into the shower; as she did so, the female would sing as she soaped up her loofa that she left over here,
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah...
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine
I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh-oh
Do what you want but you're never gonna break me
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh-oh
Take me away (Take me away)
A secret place (A secret place)
A sweet escape (A sweet escape)
Take me away (Take me away)
Take me away (Take me away)
To better days (To better days)
Take me away (Take me away)
A hiding place (A hiding place)
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine
I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh-oh
(Got a love and I know that it's all mine)
Do what you want but you're never gonna break me (Oh)
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh-oh
(Never gonna shake me, never gonna shake me)
After lathering up her skin with soap, the female rinsed the soap from her figure and continued humming the tunes as she did so. After about ten minutes or so, she'd step out of the bathroom and grab his towel from the rack then dry herself off before exiting out of the bathroom. As she did, Jonathan entered the bedroom and spoke, "I'll have information faxed to you by four or four-thirty."
Nodding her head, the tanned stallion began to dress herself up and parted her lips to speak, "You know I hate when you cum inside of me. We aren't together. Although I am on birth control, that doesn't mean you can do that without my permission."
"I did that so you could understand that I am yours and you are mine, even if we aren't together," he muttered while approaching the woman as she finished getting dressed. Placing his palm against her cheek, he'd softly stroke her cheek with his thumb. Moving her face from his hand, the female would look away, "Stop that Jonathan. We can never be more than just friends. I can never fall in love because of my dangerous lifestyle and I can't bring you down with me like that. This is already bad enough as it is. No need to make things more complex," she replied, her tone unwavering as she did so.
"So what are you saying Azzurra?" he questioned.
"That this," she paused, gesturing to the two of them, "Cannot happen anymore. Plus I am moving to America for a year or two so this can't continue," she replied. The male simply stood their quiet but made no attempt to protest, instead, the male would just shake his head before muttering a soft 'I understand'. She could tell that what she said was not what the male wanted to hear but she couldn't bring herself to face him. Instead, she just walked past him and left without another word. Once inside of her car, a singular tear would streak her cheek before she wiped it from her eye and started the car. Pulling out of his driveway, the female would look at the time on her dashboard, 3:45 PM. Sighing, she'd shift the gear to drive and take the hour and a half long trip to her house.
The hour-long drive would seem longer than usual as she neared her home, the reason most likely being the fact that she could honestly never fall in love with anyone. Ever. That thought in itself tore at the woman seeing as that's all she hoped for as a youngling but, with life events changing drastically and her father grooming her to be the next heir of the Ndrangheta Family, her father let it be known that love wouldn't be the best thing for me. Unless the male is directly connected to the Italian mafia, then Azzurra's best bet is to stay single especially seeing as most of the men within the syndicate were unfavorable in what she wanted in a man. Entering her garage, the tanned vixen would park her car and enter her home through the door that connected her kitchen to the garage. Checking her phone, she'd see a message from Jonathan that was about thirty minutes ago that simply stated 'sent. Check fax'. Looking up from her phone, she'd walk over to her printer and see sheet after sheet of information regarding Ahmad Ayad. Shooting Jonathan a thank you text, the female would gather the information and begin to make four other copies of the files and put them inside of cutely decorated folders. Going through all of the intelligence given to her by Jonathan, the female would go in and highlight all important dates and times regarding Ayad as well as the people in connection with him.
After a full hour of prodding through Ahmad's life, all the important details would be bolded by color-coded highlights and symbols. Hearing the doorbell sound throughout her corridors, the female would check her watch to see that it was 6 PM on the dot. Walking over to the door, she'd open it to see all four of them standing in front of her door with their duffle bags hung over their shoulders. Stepping to the side to allow them, they'd greet with a kiss on either cheek and enter. "So, what's with the sudden meeting Azzurra?" James muses while throwing his bag onto the floor near the couch and settling onto one of the cushions. Grabbing the folders, the tanned vixen would hand each of them a folder and walk over to her personal bar to pour each of them a drink.
"Oh-kay? Are we just going to kill an Iranian?" Anthony questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Seriously Azzurra? Your father had me call you for this bullshit? Why can't someone else do it? Tito is in America right now, why couldn't he do it?" James muses in utter confusion.
"I said the same at first but, it's much more than what meets the eye. That's not the only reason why I was chosen and why I chose the four of you," she replied, her tone stoic as she handed them each a glass of fine bourbon whiskey. "Then what else is it, Azzurra?" Brea asked.
"My father needs me to be the operations leader of the Gambino family while Frank Cali is in prison. His son is not old enough to take over the family and my father needs someone who already knows the inner workings of the Family branches aka why he chose me. I told him the only way that I'd go is if I had the four of you with me to help along. Although I am a powerful member within the syndicate, people within the families have their dislike for my father's ways and wouldn't be surprised if that disdain trickled down onto me. I know the four of you would never switch sides on me. Now," she paused while downing the glass of her liquor quickly, "As for the Iranian, he is selling to the Japanese which is our number one issue within states like New York, etc. father doesn't like this because if you can sell to the enemy then what else are you willing to do," she muttered while pouring herself another shot of liquor.
"So when do we leave?" Thea questions.
"Tonight around nine, we will be taking the private jet to New York and should be there by the morning. Any objections?" she asked while looking around. All of them shook their heads, "Great, now bottom-up my friends and let's get drunk and eat well before we leave this beautiful place to go to shitty America," she toasted, they all raised their glasses and hit their glasses together downing the content in unison.