Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

32: Job

Charlene's POV

As soon as we got to our hotel in Milan, my phone rang.

*Angelo
Mateo and I kissed. I'll tell you more when I have time. So excited.
xoxo

Fun fact, Santino payed off the whole top floor to the hotel. He says it's for privacy and his men, of course the crèche of guards had to be here. Apparently it was necessary considering we're staying in a hotel, although Santino has many houses in Italy. I just wanted us to be in a hotel still.

"Santi!" I shout his name as I walk around our very large hotel bedroom.

"Yeah."

"Oh, I wanted to tell you I'm going out, for work. I have a shoot and then an interview with Alla Carta Magazine. I might be back late, so I don't know if you'll acompany me or I'll take some guards?"
I actually want to ask this time, genuinelly and desperately. I obviously do not want to make the same mistake twice!

"I would really love to, but I also have a very long meeting here in Milan. Mateo and another guard will take you."

With that, we both got ready and head our separate ways.

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Santino's POV

"THIS IS NOT WHAT I CAME TO ITALY TO FIND!! What the fuck do I pay you for?"

These people drive me insane. I've been here for most of the day, only to receive nothing but bullshit.

"There is one thing I want you to keep in mind when I'm gone. Non abbandonare la tua responsibilità." [Don't abandon your responsibilities.]

"Boss, not to be disrespectful or anything, but you're never here. Always doing whatever the fuck there is in Ameri-"

I had to shoot him. Such disrespect.

"Call someone to clean this mess up. The rest of you, vattene!" [Get out!] That man had a pair of fucken balls I'll give him that, but if he's been wondering what I was doing in the US. I'd have to say I was doing my hot black girlfriend that's what.

Wich reminds me, I have to go back to the hotel. To make love to my woman. My woman.

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Santino's POV

I walk in and it's awfully quiet. Taking steps to the bedroom only to be met with the sight of a tired Charlene sleeping on top of the bed sheets. She looks so tired, her clothes are still on and her purse is in her hands.

No sex I guess. I head to the closet and change into comfortable sweatpants and then take her makeup kit from the bathroom. I put her carefully in my arms and remove her makeup.

I swear I'm a simp now.

Being done with that, I take off her clothes and get the both of us under the sheets. She would wake up if I try to dress her.

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Santino's POV

I wake up to the smell of food and an empty bed. Suddenly my phone vibrates.

*Unknown number;
Tell Charlene and Mateo that we're watching Angelo.

What? Who the fuck could this be, I DO NOT NEED THIS IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW! *sigh* I need- I need. Shit. I need to relieve, I need pussy, I need my girl. That's exactly what I'm gonna get, so what do I do? I stand up and head right for the kitchen...

Look at that view, that ass... My ass. This girl does not like clothes. Lingerie and an apron in the morning, seriously?

I quietly walk towards her and put my hands on her hips, she smells so good. I turns her around and capture her plump lips.

"Mmm... Sant-"

"No, please don't talk... You are so lucky none of my men are in here."

I claim back her lips, showing her how addicted I am to her.
"I've missed this." She whispers.

I kiss the exposed part of her right breast. So juicy, lifting her onto the counter and standing between her legs. Not forgetting to turn off the stove in the process. I emidiately take off her sexy panties, drop my pants and shove my dick into what's between her already open thighs.

"Ahh shit.."

Oh I've missed this, I love being inside of her. I immediately start thrusting myself in her, causing her to scream quite hystericaly. I don't mind her screaming, it's sweet music to my ears. I hold her in place, increasing my speed. Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound. Oh sweet jesus.

"Aah.. Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck... Mmmff." Yep, music.

"Oh jeez Santino wait...ahh." Just like that, she became undone. Can I just say, what a sight. Oh, and she's skuirting too. I thrust three more times and release myself, resting my head on her cleavage. I need to breathe. I try to pull out of her but she quickly traps me to her body, I mean... I don't mind.

"Don't move... It hurts, but it hurts so good."

"Sì amore mio." [Yes my love.] I manage to breathe out.

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"What!!" And there she goes.

If you're wondering what's happening, let's pitch you up. Santino just told Charlene about the text message he received earlier. Uhm yeah.. She is not taking it well.

"Wait, what exactly does this have to do with Mateo?" She asks. Did someone happen to see the two kiss?

"I don't know for sure." Just after that, Santino's phone vibrates and he takes it out of his pocket.

*Uknown number
You know what, we decided to take Angelo sooner than planned. Have to say, I'm not gay but he's pretty handsome. See you soon.

He looks at the phone in his hands, gritting his teeth and going silent. Someone is testing him, they are pushing his buttons and ruining his sort-of vacation. He's been trying to think of who it may be and why they involved Angelo and Mateo. They weren't that close anyway, right?

"Lemme see." And he hands the phone to her, letting her read the disturbing message sent by an unknown contact. This must be a mistake.