Still Drakes POV
“Are you ready to go another round?” I teased her, earning more slaps from her tiny, soft hand. I held her hand and stopped her from hitting me, she stopped and looked into my eyes, moaning softly. That was all the invitation I needed, it was obvious that my dirty words have aroused her desires again. She gazed deeply into my eyes, biting the side of her lips, thinking of a way to get me in the mood as well.
“You naughty, naughty girl!” I teased, pulling her down. She fell on my hard sturdy chest, and I wasted no time in claiming her lips and kissing her passionately. I did not let her second guess her decision, I knew that the feeling is mutual, and I felt exactly the same as she does. I know I was teasing her when I asked her if she is ready to go a second round, but once the words left my mouth, I couldn’t take it back, and it created a mental picture in my head that aroused my desires once more.
This time I went harder on her, screwing her so hard that her moans nearly brought down the building. And no, I’m no longer pissed at her, I’ve gone way past that. I just couldn’t shake off the memory of the mad sex we had a few minutes ago. It’s the first time I’m being this hard on her, and I fucking loved it. One time is just not enough, I need to have more of this with her, I can’t stop myself, even if I wanted to. It gives me so adrenaline rush to bang her so hard and force her to keep up with my pace. I’m glad she loved it, she never complained about my pace, not even once. If anything, I would say she even loves it more than I do because she keeps asking for more.
After our orgasm, I held her in my arms and cuddled her. I was playing with her hair, while she drew circles on my chest. She is calm, and I think this is the best time to tell her everything. There is nothing like perfect timing, I don’t think It would be fair to her if I keep lying to her this way. If this isn’t a perfect time, then I don’t think there is anything like a perfect time again. This is it, I need to do this.
“Babe?”
“Mmmm,” she hummed weakly.
“Would you still love me if I tell you that I’m the Don? Would you leave me if you find out that I’m the Godfather?” I asked.
“The Don and Godfather?
What is that?
I mean, who is a don and godfather, and why do you think I would leave you if I find out you are related to them?
Are they bad people, do I need to be worried?” she asked me. I knew she would not understand me.
“Don or Godfather is a title given to a crime boss. Actually, there are many titles or names that I go by, I can be called a crime lord, Don, gang lord, kingpin, godfather, or criminal mastermind. All those are just titles, but what it means is that I am the person in charge of a criminal organization in a certain city. Where I come from, I am the most feared man in that city, and other surrounding cities. I make sure that the mob bosses do not cross the line in their business, I make sure they never extort people or hurt the weak.” I explained.
“Are you the Mafia Lord?” she asked, surprised. I wasn’t expecting her to be familiar with that title. It means she knows a little about the underground, and I’m hoping that she has never been a victim of the evil mob bosses, it would only make this even harder for me.
“Yes, my love. I am the Mafia Lord. Although I prefer the title, Godfather. But that is fine anyway.
And if I may ask, how do you know about the title, Mafia Lord,?
I didn’t mention it to you, and you don’t seem like someone who would have any kind of business with a Mafia Lord or even a drug lord. Have you had dealings with them before?”
“Actually, I know quite a lot about them. I was quite obsessed with the movie “The godfather”
I was so impressed by Joe Profaci, who used his olive oil distributorship as a front for his illegal activities, and Carlo Gambino, who used a quiet, non-flashy style en route to power. That movie inspired me to take on a very dangerous project while I was in school. I did a story on the Italian last Mafia Lord Matteo Messina Denaro, also known as Diabolik. He was the Godfather of the New York Mafia, and I was privileged to meet with him for a few minutes before he got assassinated by some scumbags.
So, yes Drake. I’ve had dealings with the Mafia Lord before, and I know quite a lot about their underground business. Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud, right Drake?
Wait, you are not Italian, so how did you become the Godfather, how did you get to that position?” she asked me squarely, and she sat upright to look at me fixedly while she waits for the answer to her question.
I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting any of this from her, I practically heaved a sigh of relief when I heard her speak about us so freely. She sounded so thrilled, and she even considers it a privilege to have met with my predecessor, Matteo Messina Denaro. I felt so elated by her words, and I couldn’t help but pull her into my arms for a warm, passionate kiss.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“For being so smart, and understanding, and for making me the happiest man today. I thought it would be so difficult to tell you all you need to know about me. You just made it so easy for me and I fucking love you for this.
And yes, I am not an Italian. But I was the only one qualified to take the title after the death of the Don Diabolik, and his underboss. I was merely a when it happened. I was the third-in-command in the family and the Boss’s closest advisor. I could have been murdered by the bosses, and I could have lost my life that day as well, but I was trying to expand my business, and I went on a business trip to inspect one of my properties that were under construction.
We had no fucking idea that we had been sold out, we had a fucking mole in our midst and we had no fucking idea. By the time our scouts could report on the invasion it was too late, we were already under attack, and I’m no one saw it coming. The mole sold us out and also tempered with our weapons, there was no way we could survive that attack with no prior knowledge and with no fucking weapons. I could have died, Mia. It was not a war, rather, it was an ambush and they massacred everyone they could find in our secure secret warehouse that is used for meetings.
When I got the call from one of the soldiers that survived the attack, I didn’t believe it at first. I had to take the next flight back home to confirm the news. And that was how I got to be the Mafia Lord. I was the only one qualified for the position, but the Italians wouldn’t let me take that position. I had to prove myself to everyone, I had to fight to show them that I can be tougher than an Italian. It took me only a few weeks to fish out everyone involved in the death of Diabolik. I got rid I every mole in my crew, and I established my position, and took out every obstacle. No one dared to challenge me, no one ever those up to challenge my position anymore.” I let out proudly. I was expecting her to say something to me, I thought she would ask tons of questions about my job as a Mafia Lord and the danger it poses on her life. But no, Mai wasn’t bothered about my job and my enemies that could hurt her to get to me. All she cared about is my relationship with that ungrateful bitch that made me look stupid after helping her with her problems. She said,
“How about Rosalie?
Does she know all this about you, is that why she came to our house?
Was she trying to blackmail you, is that why you decided to tell me the truth?” she asked continuously.
“You have an overactive imagination, Mia. How the hell did you come up with all this in just a few seconds?
Gosh!
You are way too smart for your own good.” I teased, making her chuckle.
“Yes, She knows everything about me, and that is why she chose to be with me. I have the money to take care of all her needs and sponsor her career. I also offer her protection as well. I mean, what is there not to like about me?” I teased jokingly, earning myself a jab in the ribs.
I told her about some secret missions that the government brings to us sometimes, I gave her a detailed explanation of my secret missions and other details in my purple flash drive that Rosalie stole from me. I made her understand that the evidence in that flash drive could cause war between countries and states, it could destroy me and everything I’ve ever worked for. I can’t let her keep it, I need to get it from her before she sells it off to the highest bidder.
“She threatened to sell it if I don’t help her with a problem she is having with the Irish mob boss and some Russian dude that has been daring me since I came back home. If you recall, this morning, before I turned back home I received a message on my phone.
That was her, showing me some files she pulled out from my flash. She wanted me to know that she can and she would destroy me if I didn’t give in to her request.
I could have killed her, I could have saved myself the stress of having to put up with her drama. But what she is asking of me is so easy, besides I needed to deal with the Irish mob boss. I wanted to teach him a huge lesson for teaming up with that Russian bastard to come against me.
That is where I’ve been all morning. I have to put them in their place, if I let them come too close to me, they could hurt the people I love.”
“I don’t like her, Drake. I don’t want her anywhere around you. She gets on my nerves, I hate how she knows you more than I do, I hate how she threatens to steal you from me.” She confessed sadly. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her one more time. When I broke our kiss, I placed my palm on her cheeks, forcing her to look at me.
“That is why I asked you to trust me to handle it myself. She can be very calculating and infuriating. After saving her from the Irish mob boss and his Russian friend, Austin Foster. I expected her to be grateful to me for saving her life, but no. She chose to remain ungrateful, like a bitch.
I couldn’t deal with her anymore, I had to kick her out of my car before I snuffed the life out of her. She has a way of messing with my head and driving me insane. Trust me, Mia, I don’t feel anything for her anymore. I love you, and I will never hurt you by being with another woman. You just have to trust me to do the right thing.” I told her truthfully, but she didn’t respond to me. She wasn’t even paying attention to what I was saying anymore. She looks to be deep in thought, and I wondered what she could be thinking about.
“What is it, my love? You are not paying attention to me, did you hear what I just said?” I asked her, tapping her arm softly, snapping her out of her deep thoughts.
“Oh, my!
I’m so sorry.
I was just wondering about that Russian name you mentioned. It sounds so familiar, I think I’ve heard it somewhere before now, I just can’t remember where.”