Married to the mafia King

Adriano

Good God.

I’d never been into a woman this much in my life.

Everything about her:

Her face…

Her body…

Her smell…

Her taste…

The way she screamed when she climaxed…

The way she looked at me when I was fucking her, and then her eyes would roll back into her head when she came

She was like cocaine.

Every time she had an orgasm, every time she screamed my name, it was another hit

And I wanted more.

I finally couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside her.

Best fucking nut of my life.

After it was all over, I lay there with her nestled up against me and a massive smile on my face.

But the smile quickly faded.

Here I was, turning into a junkie in a crack house…

And there was shit that had to be done.

I just knew Niccolo was throwing a fit back at home.

Massimo’s words came back to haunt me:

You wouldn’t be falling down on the job on account of her being a smokin’ hot piece of ass, would you?

“Alright, we gotta get up,” I announced abruptly.

“Mmm… do we have to?” Bianca mumbled into my chest. I could hear the smile on her face as she said it. “Can’t we just… stay here for a while?”

“No,” I said and rolled her off of me. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do.”

I caught a glimpse of her as I sat up on the edge of the bed.

She looked shocked at first

And then pissed.

“Jesus,” she muttered in irritation as she covered up her chest with the sheets.

“I’m taking a shower,” I announced as I walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll be out in two minutes, then you take one and we’ll hit the road in 15 minutes. Got it?”

“Whatever,” she said coldly.

I felt shitty about how I was acting

But if I didn’t get back on track, I was going to fuck up.

And that was not going to happen.

But I still felt bad…

And I took it out on her.

“Do you want to find your dad or not?” I snapped as I paused at the door.

She glared at me from the bed. “Yeah, of course ”

“Then let’s go,” I said.

I closed the bathroom door and locked it.

I would’ve loved to take a long shower with her

And maybe even fuck her again

And that was precisely why I locked it.

No more hits from the crack pipe.

Time to get down to business.

Bianca

What a fuckingASSHOLE.

We’d just had incredible sex

Even better than last night (and that had been the best sex of my life up to that point)

And then suddenly he turned all business-like and cold.

As I listened to the shower, I lay there in bed feeling furious

And heartsick.

I chalked it up to him being a guy…

But really, deep down, I knew I’d made a horrible mistake.

He’s a fucking GANGSTER, Bianca.

Sex means NOTHING to him.

He was just using you…

Like he uses tons of women all the time.

My heart sank.

It hurt. Really bad.

Last night and just now had meant something to me.

I didn’t like admitting it, now that he’d shown his true colors and turned out to be an asshole

But it hadn’t just been a roll in the hay for me.

I felt… connected to him.

On a way deeper level than just sex.

(Even though the sex had been mind-blowing.)

But now I could see that it didn’t go both ways that I was the only one with these feelings.

It also didn’t help that he’d just ruined me for other men.

I mean, my god…

His body…

His cock…

His stamina…

The way he made me come over and over…

The way he stared into my eyes when he was

Wait.

Hold up.

I frowned.

None of it made any sense.

When we’d been having sex, Adriano had held off on having an orgasm forever

So that I could keep coming.

If he didn’t give a damn about me, why didn’t he just shoot his load and be done with it?

Roll over and go to sleep like most of my exes?

He’d put a lot of effort into making me feel good…

And obviously taken a lot of pleasure from my pleasure.

So where was this coldness coming from?

Was being fantastic at sex just something he did to stroke his ego

But once it was all over, he let you know where you really stood?

And that stuff about my father it was like he was deliberately trying to hurt me.

I sighed angrily.

Fuck men.

Just… fuck ’em.

They were idiots and assholes and I hated them all.

Although at the moment, I really hated one in particular.

It didn’t get any better when we left the house.

I took a shower and dressed in a skirt and black lace top I’d gotten from a thrift store. I figured we would be doing a lot of walking, so I went with a pair of sandals.

I would have liked to have put on some makeup, but Adriano was hovering over me from the moment I got dressed.

“C’mon, let’s go, let’s go,” he said impatiently.

Like I was one of his little minions.

Asshole.

He was wearing his suit from last night. It was rumpled all to hell… but he still looked hot.

I hated him for that.

We were already in the car and driving when he asked, “Did you call your father again?”

“I was kind of busy for the last hour,” I snapped.

“Well do it now,” he snarled.

I cursed him silently and pulled out my phone. It was dead.

“I need to charge it.”

He opened up the center console, fished around, and handed me a cord. I plugged it into a port in the dash and heard the ding as it started charging.

I started up my phone after a few seconds.

My heart immediately soared when I saw the little red numbers on my text and phone apps:

17 texts and 5 calls.

“Oh my god!” I said joyfully.

“What?” he asked.

I ignored him and opened up my texts

And immediately my heart sank when I saw that none of them were from my father.

They were all from my roommate Emma.

…who I was supposed to help with her fashion project today.

I glanced at the time: 1:22.

I was supposed to have been there three hours ago.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

“What?!” Adriano snapped.

I still ignored him and opened up my phone app, hoping that maybe one had been a call from my father

But no. They were all from my roommate.

Shit, shit, SHIT

I hit my roommate’s name on the contact list and lifted the phone to my ear.

“Did you dad call?!” Adriano shouted angrily.

“No!” I snapped at him.

“Then who are you fucking calling?!”

“I forgot I was supposed to help my roommate do something this morning!”

“You have a roommate?!”

“Yeah, I ”

“Bianca, are you okay?!” Emma said into my ear.

Oh no…

She sounded sick to death with worry.

I’d been prepared for her to chew me out, and she was only worried about my safety.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said.

“Thank God when you didn’t come home last night and you didn’t answer my calls, I thought you might be hurt! What happened?!”

I hesitated.

I really didn’t want to say, Oh, I met this really hot asshole and had mind-blowing sex.

Partially because it would have made me sound like a bitch who blew off her friend…

But also because the hot asshole was sitting right next to me, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

So I went with the version of the story that would get me more sympathy.

“Something happened with my dad. I’m sorry I didn’t call ”

“Is he okay?!”

Emma had heard all about my father’s problems with gambling.

She didn’t know the ugly details, but she knew enough: that he was always getting into debt with bad people and making me and my mother miserable.

“I… I think so ”

Suddenly Adriano butted in. “You have to tell her to get out of there now.”

I looked at him. “What?”

“…who’s that?” Emma asked.

Adriano’s expression was a mixture of anger and fear. “Tell her to leave the apartment NOW.”

“Why?!”

“Biancaaaaa,” Emma said in a slightly pissed voice, “why does it sound like you’re with a guy?”

Adriano’s eyes bored a hole into me. “You left your ID at the modeling agency, right? Which means they know where you live.”

Ice water rushed into my guts.

“N-no ”

“They know where your parents live, too. Once they find Sergio, they’re gonna send someone to your apartment.”

Oh fuck…

“Emma,” I said, my voice frantic, “you have to get out of there. LEAVE. NOW.”

“…what?”

“My dad disappeared and the mafia’s after him and they came after my mom last night and they’re coming after me,” I babbled. “So they’re coming to the apartment. YOU HAVE TO GET OUT NOW.”

There was silence on the other end. Then

“Bianca, you’re SCARING me.”

“Please, Emma, I’m so sorry I dragged you into this, but you HAVE TO GO NOW please!”

“Okay, okay ”

“Tell her to grab her keys and walk out NOW,” Adriano ordered. “Not in two minutes NOW.”

“Emma ”

“I heard him who is he?!”

“Put her on speakerphone,” Adriano ordered.

I did.

“Look, there are killers coming to your apartment as we speak,” he said. “Get your keys and leave and don’t come back until you hear from Bianca, okay?”

“O-okay…”

“GET OUT NOW!” Adriano shouted.

“I’m going, I’m going,” she said in a terrified voice.

I could hear a door close over the phone.

“Good,” Adriano said. “Now go someplace they can’t find out not your parents’ place, not your boyfriend’s, not any other friends’ ”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, and my parents are in Naples.”

“Good don’t go there. Go to a hotel someplace you’ve never been before.”

Emma gave an incredulous laugh. “Uhhh, I do NOT have the money for that.”

“Do you and Bianca use the same cash app? Something like Wise or Revolut?”

“Yeah, she pays me her half of the rent that way, but ”

“Good. Bianca will send you the money.”

Now I was the one looking at Adriano like he was an alien.

Did this guy not know how poor I was?

“I don’t ”

He shushed me, which pissed me off, and went back to talking to Emma. “Are you out of the building?”

“Yes, but ”

“Just go and hang out in a cafe until the money comes through, alright?”

“O-okay…” she stuttered, frightened.

“And STAY there. Definitely don’t go back to the apartment.”

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“Fuck school,” Adriano snapped. “This is life and death, you understand?”

“O-okay…”

“We gotta go.”

“I’ll call you, Emma,” I promised.

“Please be safe, Bianca!”

“I will. You too,” I said, then hung up.

I looked over at Adriano. “Did you really need to scare the shit out of her like that?”

“Would you rather her get shot in the head?” he snarled.

“No, but ”

“Those guys who shot up the hotel last night? They’re the ones looking for you right now.”

I felt all the blood drain out of my face. “Then shouldn’t we be getting the hell out of Florence?”

“No. We have to find your father.”

“Yeah but what’s going to stop them from hurting us?”

Adriano got a savage look on his face that chilled me to the bone…

…and yet somehow made me feel safer.

“Me,” he said coldly. “I’m going to stop them from hurting you.”

I swallowed hard. Then I thought of Emma going to a hotel

“I don’t have any money to send her,” I said.

He pulled over to the side of the road and opened his phone. “What app do you use with her?”

“Wise.” It was basically the European version of Venmo.

“What’s your name on the app?”

I gave it to him.

He tapped the screen a couple of times, and I got a notification ping.

I opened Wise and my eyes bugged out.

You have 5000 euros from A. Rosolini.

It was the equivalent of $5000 US.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed.

“What, that’s not enough?” he asked, confused.

“No, it’s I can’t accept this!”

“It’s not for you, it’s for your roommate. Send it to her.”

“She doesn’t have to stay at the Four Seasons!”

“She can stay wherever the fuck she wants just as long as she stays out of your apartment. Send it.”

“But ”

“Do you want her to end up dead?”

“No ”

“This is the price to keep her safe. So send her the goddamn money.”

I shook my head in bewilderment, then sent the full 5000 to Emma.

About 15 seconds later, a text message came in from her.

WTF?????!!!!!!

I know, I texted back. Just be careful.

B, wtf is going on????!!!!

Tell you later. I promise.

Adriano pulled the car up to a small cafe next to a string of shops.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Gotta go, I texted, and unplugged my phone.