Naitee
I wake with a groan, something heavy is restricting my breathing and I try to push it away. It doesn't move.
"What the hell?" I ask opening my eyes and coming face to face with a grinning Alessio.
"You swear first thing in the morning?" He asks and I scoff.
"I'm sure you've done worse." I retort and try to roll away from him but he just pulls me in closer.
"I could think of some other bad things to do..." I notice his hardness for the first time as he grinds lightly against me. The things he did to me last night are still fresh in my memory. He was so hard by the time I was done dancing that I though he was just going to bend me over his bed and take me, but he didn't. Instead he tortured me with pleasure for what felt like hours before he finally took me, and then he took me over and over again. This time he actually "remebered" to put on a condom and I'm pretty sure there are bruises on my nether region from his slamming into me.
"I don't think I could take it." I say and try to get out of his grip again.
"I know I am big Dolcezza but--" I glare at him. "I meant that I am sore." I deadpann and his eyes thin in something that can't be worry but looks so much like it.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice is low and I laugh. "No it was good and remeber I shot you. You shouldn't really worry about that." Am I actually telling him to be meaner to me?
"That is not an excuse to damage you Dolcezza. I like your pussy gripping me when it is well." He pulls my face to his roughly and kisses me like he wants to steal the air from my lungs. His tongue invades my mouth and his morning breath is husky in that perfect way. He grins against me somemore before pulling away and his big lips are puffy and red. It looks weird to have something so soft in such a hard, sculpted face.
"We should get breakfast." I say and he lets me go this time when I pull away. I roll out of bed and realise something. "I can't walk out in my dress. Everyone will know what happened here." The bed rustles as Alessio gets up and walks past me, naked, to one of the adjoining doors.
"I will get you something to wear and breakfast. I will the tell the others that you are-- eh hungover." Alessio says before going into the bathroom. He doesn't close the door and instead just steps into the shower, turning it on and giving me an amazing view of his naked, wet body under the spray. His body is almost like the sun and I'm the earth, drawn to it without any other option. His hand snakes down his hard stomach and grips the base of his still hard length. I force myself to look away when he starts to stroke it and instead I go looking for his closet. I find it quickly and not surprisingly it's all suits and a few solitary sweatpants. I take one of the t-shirts I find hidden away in a corner and pull it on with a pair of sweats that I have to roll once at my hips. I still have no underwear on and everything feels sensitive as I walk back to the bed. I might as well get some sleep if I'm stuck here until Alessio has my things.
Alessio finally steps out of the shower and the white towel wrapped around his hips make him seem straight out of a porno.
"Did you enjoy the show?" He asks, grinning at me. "No." I answer and look up at the ceiling again.
"I must say that I like you in my clothes, Piccolina." I look down at myself then over at Alessio.
"I look like a pre-pubescent boy." Alessio gives me a burning look and walks into the closet and when he steps out again he's wearing an unbuttoned white dress shirt and slacks. An undone tie hangs around his neck and it's like an invitation. I sit up on the bed and wave him over. He does the buttons and I wait for him to finish before I reach for the band around his neck. I drag him closer so I can get a better grip on the tie and his body is dangerously close. I do the tie quickly with practiced movements and fit it perfectly around his throat. Letting the tie go I clear my throat but he stays in the same place, his eyes locked on mine. He doesn't blink, has he ever blinked?
"You're done." I say trying to get rid of the tension that weighs heavy between us.
"You have made me undone, Donna impossibile." I try to figure out how to get away but I don't have to, Alessio backs away slowly and I track his movements with my eyes.
"How did you know what Santiago was doing in that private room yesterday?" I ask, the question has been nagging at me.
"I have eyes everywhere Piccolina, do not ever doubt that." Cameras. The realization hits me clear across. Of Course there's cameras, if the ones he put in my safe house are an indication he or someone else close to him that's really adept with tech. I stand to ask him more questions but the elevator doors slide closed before I reach him and he's gone.
"Fuck." I swear and think to myself that I really have to be more careful if I want to keep snooping around.
Alessio
The elevator feels like it moves a millimeter an hour and I almost groan like an inpatient child. My body is already itching to be back next to her again. She really has put me under a spell.
The elevator doors slide open on the first floor and I make my way toward the kitchen. Usually breakfast is served at eight but the clock is seven and I really have no energy to wait for everyone else to wake up. My cooking skills really are not that well but I can butter some bread and make coffee. I hope anyway.
The kitchen is empty when I reach it and I am thankful. Something tells me that I would not be able to handle my brother's sarcasm or Arias screaming at this time in the morning. I just can not.
I look around for a good five minutes in the enormous kitchen before I find anything that is edible. Eggs and soft bread. I do not find anything to toast the bread so instead I fry it in the pan and put the scrambled eggs on top. It looks decent and I put the toasts on two plates I found. I meet the first worker when I leave the kitchen, Maria, the mother of several low level guards is a trusted cook of ours and she gives me a nod when I walk past her.
I walk as quietly as I can past Aria's room, usually I am not this avoidant of confrontation but I do not want to talk to a hungover, angry and suspicious person right now. Well in Naitee's room I find all the bags from yesterday and I pick up one of them hoping it contains everything I need.
"What are you doing Boss?" Ice asks and his british accent gives everything he says attitude.
"Buongiorno, Ice" I answer and walk out of Naitees room. My arms are now full with everything.
"We have to talk Boss, there's some issue with the latest transport. I believe the russians are acting up again." The russians. Annoying, cold, alchoholics who are way to greedy.
"Cazzo, let me leave this first and then I will be right with you." I walk toward the elevator. My good mood from this morning now long gone.
"Whatever you're doing with her is really stupid you know." He uttered at my back but it did not face me. I have told myself that thousands of times already.
"Get Dean and meet me in five minutes." Is my answer and I can feel Ices dissaprovement like a presence when I ride the elevator up again.
Naitee is asleep again when I enter my room and I take a few second to just look at her. So much has changed between us in the last few days, I am not even sure if I want revenge anymore or if I just want her. And if I did not know better I would think that she is starting to feel the same way.
"Piccolina..." I say setting everything down on the table. For some reason my empty walled and sparsely decorated room feels warmer and more full with her in my bed. The dark walls look warmer and the gray furniture is lighter.
"Wake up Dolcezza, I have breakfast." Naitee startles awake with a gasp and movement that made me thankful that I put the food down.
"Omg Rich Boy you really have no perception of how to wake someone up." Her eyes flash around the room taking in her surroundings before they land on me.
I go back and pick up one of the plates handing it to her. "There is food and clothes, I have to go now but I will come back later to let you out. Do not move anything around or I will have to punish you tonight." I hope my words sound more like a threat to her because I myself am hoping that she will mess up so I can tie her up again and tease her for hours.
That sounds like an amazing hobby.
"You're leaving?" Naitee asks and her eyes are suspicious.
"I have a job remember Piccolina." She rolls her eyes at me but she is quickly distracted by the food now in her hands and I leave her there, on my bed, reluctantly.
When I go down for the second time I find Dean and Ice waiting for me in my office. Dean is looking disheveled and newly woken up while Ice is looking cold as usual.
"Buongiorno fratello, what brings you up at this ungodly hour." Dean asks and rubs a hand over his buzzed head and down his tired face.
"Ask Ice." I give Ice a look and he starts to talk. None of it is good and by the time he is done I am pisses, tired and murderous.
The Russians hired pirates that took the boat with weapons outside of the South African coast. The hardware that was worth 30 million Euro. Now usually that amount would not matter that much but the Russians always gets on my nerves. Every single time. Besides that means that 100 thousand guns are in the hands of people who are not our allies. It would definitely show in the spats between the smaller gangs. Everyone knew the Russians supplied weapons to every anti-governement gang they could find.
"Che palle! Dirty fucking russians, we will have to retaliate." Dean nods slowly, he no longer looks newly woken up and his eyes are far away as they always are when he is deep in thought.
"We'll find a way Boss--" Ice starts but I hold a hand up. "Yes we will and it will have to be a hard hit. They have not been scared easily before and will not scare easily now." Ice nods and I can see the lust for revenge in his eyes. Sometimes I fear that the only thing in this life that makes Ice feel alive is the killing.
"I will make sure of it Boss." I rake a hand through my hair and nod. Five years ago this would have been my fathers problems but now they are mine and there is always a new problem.
I breathe out heavily in a way I would not do around anyone else than Dean and Ice, the only people I show my emotions too. Well that was how it used to be anyway. Before Naitee.
"I have to get my computer, I might have something." Dean says and rises out of his seat. His eyes are open but I know he's lost in his own little world.
"Ice tell me if you find something before you go ahead this time." I am referencing the time we had a minor problem with a gang so he went and killed their five leaders. It was a tiny bit to far without a go-ahead from above and father forced me to lock him in a cell for a week.
"Yes Boss, it was one time." Ice says and rises slowly. He is the opposite of Dean. He is calm, meticulous and calculated while Dean is the improvisor who is never on time and always messy. When Ice first came to-- work with us they hated each other and it has turned into a tentative friendship.
"Good, now I have a probably pissed off American to let out of my room." Ice laughs shortly and I am almost jealous of him because he will not have to face what I will.
"It is not funny. You will have to pick up the pieces of me when she blows me to pieces with her AK." Ice laughs again and it is more genuine this time.
"Yes I heard about that Boss, she already shot you once. You should be more careful." I walk around to the front of my desk and lean against it.
"You are probably right." I admit and Ice face turns into as much of a grin as is possible for him.
"Good, now I'll get on that thing with the russians." Ice leaves the room and I sag back against my desk. A deep breath leaves me and for the first time in months I feel like I am back in my real life. Like everything with Naitee was a fever dream and now it feels like it is all suddenly over.
The loss already tugs on my heart and I cannot understand the feeling.