Ruthless Mafia 5

The woman on her knees in front of him meant nothing to him, less than nothing actually and yet the way she was moaning and carrying on while she sucked his cock made Icaro wonder whether he was her own personal savior.
Every time her lips popped off his thick head, she was uttering a prayer of delight followed by a slew of words of
adoration for the member in her grip. It was starting to get on Icaro’s last nerves and the temptation to pull his weapon
and simply shoot her to be done with it was overwhelming. He felt his dick deflating as she gave another breathy “thank
you God.”
“Stop!” he muttered and stepped back from her on her next inhalation.
“No!” she wailed and scrambled to reach for him.
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “What is your problem?”
In a string of broken English mixed with an Eastern European dialect most of the hookers who worked in his particular
establishment spoke, she was clawing along the floor, muttering how she heard he was ready to get married and wanted
to be the one. If only he would let her show him how talented she was, she’d be a dutiful wife for him.
The devil in him rejoiced at her begging. “What did you do before you came to America?”
Her eyes widened incredulously, “Nurse. It’s too hard to get papers to be nurse here.”
“And now you’re a whore working for my family?”
She didn’t even flinch at the word. “I need money. Money to get papers.”
After tucking his cock back in his pants, he squatted in front of her and gripped her chin, looking into her pale blue eyes
and seeing the hope there. He loved dashing dreams more than anything, “you will never make enough money to be
anything other than a whore in this club and do you know why?” She sat on her haunches, “because you’re terrible at
your job. Nobody wants a whore who can’t suck a dick to save her life and who begs all of her customers to save her.
You’re a gold digger and while I appreciate how you’re simply owning it, I would sooner put a bullet in my own head
than tie myself to a loser like you.” He smiled internally as big tears rolled down her eyes. “Now, I’m going to tell Fredo
you were in here begging me to save you. What do you think he’s going to do? Fredo doesn’t keep unskilled labor
around. He’s going to fire you.”
“No. Please no.”
A knock on the door interrupted his threats, “enter.”
This was a family club, managed by his cousin Fredo and he was in his cousin’s office while his cousin was out back
getting the shit kicked out of him for skimming the books. The dumb fuck simply couldn’t keep himself from buying the
fancy car which tipped off the local underboss.
While his cousin was being taught a lesson in not screwing over La Famiglia, Icaro was in the office going through the
books. When the beautiful stripper slipped in, he wasn’t about to refuse a blowjob while he worked. Now however he
simply wanted to get the hell out of here.
Vodingo Lucchesi, his best friend and cousin poked his head into the room and noted the woman kneeling on the floor
crying. “How the fuck did she get in here?”
“She knows her way through the secret passage which means she’s one of Fredo’s.” He jutted his chin towards a secret
panel on the far side of the office. “She talks too much.”
“She likes to talk?” Vodingo gripped her by the hair, “how much does she like to talk because our stupid cousin out there
is very surprisingly tight-lipped on where he stashed the money. He seems to think we don’t know how much he took. He swears it was only enough for the car.”
“She knows things for sure because,” he leaned back in the squeaky leather chair, folding his hands under his chin, eyed
her with scrutiny. “She knew for example I was ready to get married. Now, I wonder who was stupid enough to let it spill
I’m getting married.”
The girl immediately piped up, “Bunny. It was Bunny. She is Fredo’s best girl. She told me if I wanted to get into the
family, it would be to prove how good I am, to you! See I am valuable!”
“Where is Bunny now?”
“She was going home.” The woman bobbed her head up and down.
“She’s got the fucking money. Fredo is protecting her,” Icaro shot Vodingo an annoyed glance. “Send a crew after her
and kill her in front of Fredo. Kill this one too. She talks too fucking much to be working in a club owned by Lucchesi.”
As the woman began to scream, Vodingo dragged her out of the office and threw her towards another guard, “take her
to the room where Fredo is. Get Bunny back here.”
Vodingo closed the door and then eyed his Capo. “Your father is going to be pissed.”
“Dad asked me not to kill the only son of his sister but if the idiot didn’t have our blood in his veins, his brain would be
up the wall. It’s easily a half million dollars over the last year. He doesn’t smoke or do drugs and he’s not drinking to
excess so he’s stashing it. For what, I don’t know but we’re going to find out.”
Another knock on the door and Amauri, Vodingo’s younger brother poked his head through, barely. This was his telltale move for delivering unwelcome news.
“What?” Vodingo asked him pointedly.
“Do not shoot the messenger, boss,” he was pleading.
“On with it,” he waved his hand at him.
“Uranio messaged.”
Uranio was the guard Icaro assigned to watch over his fiancée now she knew of him. In the past he’d used a handful of
other guards on rotation but now she was a flight risk, he wanted her covered.
“Is she planning to run?”
“Um. No sir,” Amauri bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes as if expecting a bullet, “as she left work, he overheard her
saying the new dress she bought at lunch was for her date tonight.” Amauri ducked behind the door, only his fingers now
exposed.
Icaro’s chest heaved with rage. “A date? The woman thinks she is going on a date?”
“At seven-thirty, sir,” Amauri’s voice called from the hall.
“I do not have time for her shit.” He rubbed his forehead and looked at his cousin. “Does she not know she is mine? Does
she not understand simple English when I ordered her to not go on dates this week?”
“She is spirited.”
“Arrange my transport back to Providence.”
“Boston to Providence is an hour drive. If you take the chopper, it’ll be a fraction of the time. If you want to go on your
own with a small crew and I’ll stay here and handle Fredo and his shit.”
“Make it happen. I have a fucking date to crash and a wife to punish.”