The door knob twisted and turned before it gradually budged in and welcomed Raphael and Dante into their grandfather’s Vila.
Everything in the luxurious building looked like it had been made from gold.
It was clearly oozing riches and power, the kind that had been gotten from hands drenched in blood.
Armani had an expensive cigarette dragged from his lips and he puffed the smoke in the air as he conversed with Micheal.
Long wavy Auburn hair carrying a tint of light red hues in them rested on the shoulders of Micheal. Her laughter and voice; soft and mild, coming from her crimson red lips was enough to pull someone into a trance.
Her tanned skin perfectly suited her looks. Her hazel eyes shone the moment it sighted Dante and Raphael stepping into the imperial living room.
“Mamma?” Dante said in surprise the moment he spotted his mother.
She stood up at once, clutching on to her expensive Givenchi purse with her wavy hair swaying as she walked towards Dante.
Engulfing the tall man in a hug, she squealed, “I’ve missed you my boy. You dont even ask of me anymore?”
“I thought you were in Buenos Aires. I never knew you came back”
She hummed and pointed her index finger at Micheal, “Well your father wanted me to come back so here I am”
She softly grabbed on to Dante’s cheeks like he was still a young boy.
Raphael let out a hiss. Seeing these
just brought back memories he wished he could erase.
Unlike his own mother; Maya, Dante’s mother; Camilla, never abandoned him.
It always irked him whenever he remembered he was the forgotten and abandoned child.
He never had a mother’s love or a father’s care. Dante at least got a mother’s love.
Sometimes he would wish he could switch places with Dante.
He loathed his mother and his father for even bringing him into this world if they were just going to scar his childhood with gory images.
Still he didn’t know who was more at fault in ruining his childhood. Was it his mother or father?
His mother would always scream and yell curse words at his father, saying he was the cause of their failed marriage and when his father couldn’t bear her tantrums, he would go meet his mistress, Camilla.
She seemed to offer him more peace than his own legally wedded wife.
Neither of them were loyal to each other. His father had a mistress, Maya had her lover and at the end of it all, Raphael was at the recieving end.
His mother didn’t even struggle to share custody with his father over him.
Left to her, she cared less about who had custody over Raphael.
“I hate you and your father!”
“I wish I never bore you!”
“You are literally the biggest mistake of my life. I wish I aborted you Raphael!”
“What sort of a child are you!”
“Don’t call me your mother. Address me with my name. Call me Maya not mother!”
“You weren’t born out of love keep that in mind. The only reason you are existing is because your grandfather wants his own blood to take over his mafia!”
“I wish you all can just die!”
Hurtful, cruel words became his everyday meal when growing up.
He endured both emotional and physical abuse from his parents and yet people wonder why he was so cold and heartless.
He never thought he even had a heart to begin with until he met Nicole.
Now watching the display of affection between Dante and Camilla just resurfaced old wounds that hadn’t even healed for over fifteen years.
“Well you should have told me you were coming. I would have probably thrown a party for you” Dante teasingly said.
Raphael felt his blood rising as well as the tension within him. His fist clenched in an instant.
He had to sort out things and leave as soon as possible before he lost his senses and let this unexplainable anger consume him whole.
“You both can talk about that later. Armani and Micheal, we just came here to ask you both some questions”Raphael gritted.
Camilla then turned her face to Raphael and walked towards him.
“How are you Raph? It’s been long?”
He nodded at her. He couldn’t even fake a smile. “I am fine and I know you are fine too” he replied not wanting to push their conversation any further.
“You never visit I or your father. And when you do, the next thing is to pour us questions”Armani irritatedly uttered at Raphael.
Raphael felt his exasperation ignite and took slow steps towards them.
“Is Lev dead?”He asked with curious brows.
“Of course Lev is dead. What sort of dumb question is that!”Armani flared up, bolting up from his seat.
Dante gave a short laugh. “Are you sure papa”
Micheal stroked his unshaved beards. “Why are you both asking about Lev. You both know the story well enough. Lev died along with Andrei”
Raphael stuck his hands in his pocket and examined both his father and grandfather.
“The ghost–the one whom we’ve been trying to get, we got information that his name is Lev”
“Impossible”Armani said with a gasp.
“Lev burnt to ashes along with Andrei. I saw the building burn to ashes with my own eyes. There was no way any body could escape”
“Exactly. Lev is long gone. It’s probably some other Lev”Micheal chorused
“Which other Lev?! I’m freaking tired of all these road blocks we keep on meeting!”Dante yelled in vexation.
“If you both say Lev is dead then which Lev are we dealing with?”Raphael queried no one in particular.
“And why is he after us? I don’t remember being business partners with any Lev in my mafia”Raphael calmly added.
“So many damn questions but no answers. The hell is this!?”Raphael angrily spat startling everyone.
“Raphael that aside we will all be heading to Mexico in the next two days”Micheal announced.
“For what?”Raphael growled.
“Your uncle. Alessio. His daughter, your cousin, Francesca is getting married and he would love us all to grace the occasion”
Alessio was his mother’s younger brother. Sometimes Raphael would always wonder why Alessio didn’t just take over the mafia instead of him.
Alessio was a drug baron. He relocated to Mexico and he helped in overseeing the distribution of their ammunitions and drugs through Mexico.
His main focus was in the Cuban supply but ever since Raphael increased the distribution rate in Mexico all the way to Panama, he had assisted in working with his capos and underbosses. He also contributed to placing trusted assassins at the boarders of New Mexico.
Alessio was more of a father figure to Raphael than his own father.
If it were to be another person, Raphael would have blatantly refused to go knowing he had more pressing matters to handle but for the sake of old ties, he was willing to attend his cousin’s wedding.
“Fine” Raphael simply stated.
He turned to leave when Camilla suddenly held on to his hand.
He shot the woman a glare.
“Won’t you stay and have dinner with us?”She calmly asked.
“In sorry but I must decline your offer. Maybe Dante can stay. I have to go”he replied, his voice frigid.
Staying a second in there could probably make him embark on a shooting spree.
There were other pressing matters he needed to attend to.
* * * * * *
NICOLE
My heart raced to the stars, my pulse, I could feel rising with each nano second that passed by.
I stared at the reflection of my waist in the mirror earlier in the dressing room.
Raphael’s nails had given me such painful marks.
Why did he have to do that to me?
And his steel cold voice still resounded in my ear.
He wanted me naked whilst we talked about why I collected Miles’ business card.
Was Raphael really being serious with that order?
I shivered at the thought of it.
I truly didn’t want to find out if he was serious or not so the best thing to do was to just keep myself uncladed for him.
Time seemed to move like a blur as I sat naked in our room. The bedstand threw its brilliant amber lights over the room, illuminating it.
My palms felt sweaty and I fidgeted with the duvet.
The click of the bedroom door got me jerking up. My heart sank to its deepest pits and I gulped a thousand times.
Why was I feeling so scared?
Stepping inside with ruby red stains smeared all over his shirt was Raphael’s predatorial figure.
He locked the door and his eyes flashed to mine as I sat, the duvet covering my naked body.
“H-how w-was work Raph?”
Shit. Even my voice was shaky.
Raphael looked amused by my sudden question.
“You never ask me how my work is but today you are asking me. Are you frightened ragazza timida?”
I shook my head rigorously and watched a wily smile etch by the corners of his sensual lips.
“Ah yes. We have unfinished business. And I hope for your sake you are fully naked dear wife. Once I freshen up, then we will discuss”he reminded me in such a cold manner before turning his back and heading towards the shower.
I released a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
I remembered the last time Raphael sexually punished me because of what happened between us and a guard.
It wasn’t a completely sweet experience for me. The thought suddenly got me shivering more.
Would he do that again?
I don’t know what I did wrong.
“Nicole calm down ok. He won’t harm you” I reassured myself.
The only thing I could do was to wait for him.
In some minutes later, Raphael walked out of the shower.
His long hair was wet and slicked to fall over, cascading pass the nape of his neck.
“Come out” he ordered me with his hands crossed.
I did as I was told.
Stepping down from the bed, my breasts heaved repeatedly while I stood in front of him.
He didn’t touch me. His lustful eyes did the touching.
He slowly went over to the bed, not breaking his gaze from my body and sat down on it.
“Pull this off and sit on it”he instructed me after a brief moment of silence.
“Do not moan” he strictly commanded in such a tone I wouldn’t dare to disobey.
He pointed at his hard dick and I nodded.
Leaning down, my hands worked to his zipper nervously and I pulled off his pants before sitting directly on his cock, letting it get deep inside me.
Fuck.
I pressed my lips in tight struggling not to let out my stiffled moans.
My back was pressed against his chest and he had his hands widening my thighs the more.
Oh Lord. He didn’t want me to moan but he was torturing me.
“Now we are going to discuss why you collected that card my love”He whispered vaguely in my ear as he groped on to my breasts.
“Why did you do it Nicole?”he asked, fingers tweaking on to my nipples and kneading my breasts that had started aching in pleasure.
I couldn’t even respond or even breath well. My breathing became hitched and I struggled to let out words. I could feel him smirking against my neck.
“Raph… well.. I..”
“You what?” He angrily shot back, groping on to my breast more.
“I just want a job”I barely got the words out from my mouth.
“I give you half a million every month Nicole, do you want more? If you wanted more money you should have just told me”
I attempted closing my thighs with his cock still deep inside me but he immedately gripped on to it with such fierceness that sent jitters round my body.
“Don’t” he warned.
“I–you are… always busy Raph… I don’t want more money. I just want to find something doing”I gasped for air.
I felt the cold air hit my back as his body stoped pressing against mine and laid on the bed.
With one hand holding on to my waist so tight, he began rubbing on my clit.
“Fuck… Raphael please…”I let a pleading moan slip passed my lips.
His pace increased as I gripped on both sides of the bedsheets, my lips pressed in.
“Nicole you moaned. I didn’t allow you to moan did I?”he huskily asked.
His pace on my clit was setting me ablaze.
What sort of torture was this?
He laid down on the bed whilst he had me sit on his cock and rubbed on my clit.
I moaned out louder than the first, unable to stifle it.
“Oh fuck… raph…”I cried out.
“Do you want me to fuck you baby?”he sensually asked, not slowing down on my clit.
Oh shit.
I could feel my orgasm.
I nodded rigorously and my sensual cries raced to a more higher pitch.
My body shook as I convulsed on top him, my juices running down the base of his testicles. His hand then trailed from my clit and gripped my waist.
He held on to my waist tight and began moving my waist on his cock.
I slowly rode on him, his hold on my waist not faltering for a second.
“Harder bella” Raphael groaned.
I gripped on to the bedsheets even tighter and my hips began slamming into him, up and down as per as his commands.
“A whore in my bed” I heard Raphael gruff but my mind was far too hazy to even pick offense in his words.
My hard and fast movements against his cock had me moaning and throwing my head back.
I felt Raphael spank my ass and I squirmed, moaning more louder.
I rode him like my life depended on it.
“Fuck!”Raphael breathed out, taking over.
In a fluid motion, he had me writhing underneath him.
He thrusted into me, pinning my both hands above my head.
“I don’t like being busy especially when you need me bella”
Each word came with a thrust more harder than the last.
I thrashed and screamed, attempting to free my hands from his grip but his grip only tightened.
“I also don’t like you being very friendly with another guy”
Raphael fucked me more harder.
“Raph… you… please.. it hurts”I pleaded almost out of breath.
It felt so painful yet so pleasurable as he slammed so hard into me.
“You are mine Nicole”he whispered into my ear, slowly pushing his dick out of me before thrusting it into me again.
“Got that?”
I nodded unable to speak. My lips quivered and my body shook with need.
His words gave me the wildest moans.
“You aren’t taking any job without my consent”he authoritatively ordered as he continued his wave of sexual torture.
“B-but..”
The words had barely left my mouth when Raphael encircled one arm around my throat, choking me so hard my vision became blurry.
“Don’t defy my orders principessa. I’ll punish you if you try to object to this”
“Yes… sir..”I hummed with teary ears.
He smirked at me and continued thrusting.
“We are leaving for Mexico in the next two days” he said.
My breathing was rapid, my chest was heaving. My mind was lost in a trance.
I couldn’t concentrate.
I hummed as that was the best response I could give admist my moaning.
“Prepare yourself cucciola” he instructed as he continued pounding into me.