NINO
"We need to dig deeper than this, this bastard has to be in existence somewhere." Enzo's voice was echoing in the distance as he conversed with Bruno.
Bruno was my hacker and childhood friend.
"I've tried every loophole, tried every database, but this guy has a strong hold on his security. He knows who he's dealing with, so he's taking extra precautions. Whoever is covering his tracks is doing a very good job. I have never faced anything as difficult as this before." Bruno's voice held frustration.
"Nino, are you sure you have no idea who this might be?" I heard Enzo's distant voice, but I was too lost in thought to reply.
"Nino!" This time, his voice was stronger and louder, just enough to jolt me out of my thoughts.
"Stai bene?"
"Are you okay?" Enzo asked, staring at me with creased brows.
"Si" I replied, gnashing my teeth.
Fuck!
"You've not been following our conversation." Bruno pointed out in a cool voice, careful not to aggravate me at the notice of my mood.
"I just have a lot on my mind. What were you saying?"
Yeah, a lot sounds like that girl.
My subconsciousness mocked me as I brought my mind back to the room. We were in Bruno's tech room, discussing failed attempts and ways on how to catch the bastard that has had the audacity to toy with me. But I've been distracted, thinking about her.
I can still remember vividly the warmth of her mouth around my dick and how little and warm her hands felt around it. The way she sloppy like an amateur, and the pleading gaze she held while I mercilessly fucked her mouth.
Fuck! I'm getting hard.
There's just something about her that's begging me to taint her, something that wants to make me bring out the little devil inside her.
"I was asking if you were sure Domenico wasn't behind this, or if you don't have any enemies who could be doing this." Enzo repeated.
" What do you think? I'm Nino Morelli, I have a lot of enemies. All we need to do is find out which bastard it is, among them. And like I said, we might be in his city, but Domenico Stefano is not stupid."
"What about all the evidence we gathered, Bruno?" I asked him, directing my gaze towards him.
"I've checked all that, it's nothing but a dead end."
The room went silent as the three of us reel in thought.
"This person is smart, I'll give them that." I said, standing up from where I sat.
"I'll leave the both of you to it. I'm closing the business deal today, and that is in about an hour. If there's any other issue, you know how to reach me."
"Okay boss." Bruno replied as I exited the room.
Her thoughts still kept on brewing in my mind which was beginning to make me angry.
"You've started letting a mere woman occupy your thoughts!"
My subconsciousness mocked me, making me gnash my teeth. I need a cold bath.
As the cold water cascaded down my tattooed body, my mind drifted again. I was caught between coming up with a solution to deal with whoever was messing with my mafia and doing away with her since she was messing too much with my mind.
"Fuck!"
I could feel my dick grow hard, putting a strain on my mind. Reaching for the bottle of liquid soap, I pressed a little quantity on my palm, applying it slowly on my dick.
I closed my eyes, picturing her in my mind as I took my hand up and down my length. My dick became harder as I worked my hand on it, picturing the wetness of her tongue wrapped around me. It took just a few minutes before I spilled my cum on the bathroom floor.
This is the fastest I've cum from giving myself a hand job.
I took my shower afterwards and left for the meeting.
**** *****
"Che sta succedendo?"
"What's going on?"
I asked one of the men who walked towards me on my signal. I was done with my business and decided to come to the club to clear my thoughts.
"We caught one of the workers snooping around, boss." He replied with a bowed head, showing complete submission.
"Snooping around? Interesting." A smirk played on my lips at the information.
Just the right thing I need to get out of my head.
"Bring him to me and while doing that, send everybody out and close the club."
"Okay boss."
I waited patiently for everyone to be sent out, glaring daggers at the offender who in turn shook under my gaze. After a few murmurs and complaints here and there, the club became empty.
"Do you know who I am?" I started with that question since he was just a normal regular worker.
"Y-y-es. You're the owner of this club." He replied with a shaky voice, avoiding eye contact with me.
"Just that?"
"Y-y-es"
The motherfucker doesn't know who I am.
"Who sent you to snoop around? Who are you working for?"
"Nobody. My curiosity got the best of me."
"Bullcrap. I'll kindly advise you to start talking before the ugly side of me surfaces."
"I'm telling you the truth, please let me go and I promise to mind my business henceforth."
I stood up and walked menacingly towards him, keeping my gaze on him. Using my thumb and my index finger, I brought his face up to look at mine.
"Now, I might be inclined to believe you, but I'm no fool. Your eyes look charming, but they look much better on the floor."
Fear caused him to lose his balance as he fell back on his elbow. My eyes caught a sneak peak of a familiar tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. I reached for the hand, but he struggled with me.
Hitting his face with my elbow, I reached for the shirt and rolled the sleeves. Anger coursed through my veins at the tattoo– the tattoo of the symbol of the American mafia.
Standing on my feet, I pulled out my gun from my belt and fixed a bullet in his head.
"Send his head to Domenico." I said with seething rage.
Looks like I'll be staying longer in America.