The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 42: fear

Alessandro Prince Chavicci

Fuck, I can't sleep without Sofia beside me. How the fuck am I supposed to function tomorrow if I can't even close my eyes? I miss her so much, and it hasn't even been three hours. I have about five more hours to go until I can possibly do anything to change what's going on, and I don't know what to do with myself. 

If she was here, she would be a good distraction. We would talk, cuddle, sleep, and maybe even fuck in the bathroom. Unfortunately on my private plane, I don't have a bedroom that we could escape to. I do have a more private section on the plane that does have a door, but it only has seats. If I want to dominate her as we both wish that's definitely not enough space. 

My hands itch to hold her, desperation filling every cell in my body. I'm so irrationally in love with her that I have no idea who I am without her. I'm a shell of a man. Instead of forcing myself to try and fall asleep, I flick through adorable photos of my wife that help me to find solace even in the most brutal of times. Someone next to me clears their throat, and I glance up to see Fiaro standing there.

"Hopefully, this won't take too long, Boss. That way you can get back to her."

"With the Russians, you never fucking know."

"You never fucking know with anyone."

I scoff, nodding my head towards the seat across from me. Taking that as a signal to sit down, Fiaro does so, much to my satisfaction.

"I'm going to ask you a personal question, and I would rather you keep this between us."

"Anything you want, Boss."

"What do you think of me maybe stepping back from the Mafia?"

"As in quitting or taking a backseat and letting someone else lead while still being a part of it?"

"As in completely quitting and leaving this life behind me. Moving on to something entirely new."

"Well, I'm thinking a few things, but why would you want to?"

"Sofia. No matter how much I try to protect her, there's no way I can keep her safe all the time. If we were both to leave, that's a different story."

"Do you want to leave? You've only been doing this for two months."

"I know, but it just doesn't seem right. I like it, but I'm a much better business owner. I've been running a company through this whole thing, and I can't seem to like the Mafia life more than it. This isn't what I pictured it to be, and I've turned into someone I don't like very much."

"Then, I think you should leave. This is a criminal life, but you should still be passionate about what you are doing. I love this life. I love breaking rules, hurting bad people for the greater good, and always carrying a gun with me. I like the luxuries I get and the people I get to manipulate. It's fun, and if you aren't having a good time, why would you be here?"

"What's something you do like about it?"

"As you know, I've wanted to be the boss for a long time now. I would never forcibly take the position from you, but I would be good at it."

"So, you would take over for me if I were to leave and I offered it to you?"

"Hell yeah, boss. I wouldn't want to be doing anything else."

"In your future, do you see ever leaving because of something else?"

"I can't predict that, but I have a feeling I won't be leaving for a long ass time."