Blood And Love

Chapter 2

Angelina's POV

My car came to a stop in front of Ryan Incorporation. I took out my iPhone 11 and took a picture for Instagram, #justhavingfun. I was just checking my feed when I heard a knock on my window I want down to Rico's smiling face.

"I'm just going to walk in now . Log on to my camera and use your earpiece" he said and I nodded before he walked away. I quickly logged onto the camera connected to my phone. From the view it was on his chest or stomach area.

He switched on his mic causing a loud noise in my ear. "Dude" I spoke with an irritated sigh and he didn't answer. "Fucking twat" I hissed before opening candy crush to keep myself busy.

"I'm in" he said and I went back to the camera. "Good morning Mr Poll. I was sent from the HR department to deliver thos stack of documents" he said recitedno doubt scanning the table.

"I don't see no invite, Rico" I voiced

"Thank you. Keep it over there" the burly man said and with that Rico hit his head and twisted his neck.  "Fuck Rico, don't kill him. There's cameras everywhere" I gasped

"He isn't dead" he said his hands searching the man's pockets. "I've gotten your invite" he said waving it in front of the camera. Seems like you have a plus one. I need a new suit" he whined and I laughed

" Get the fuck out of there and go get it then. I'm going to the mall and later the spa . Pick me up before five" I ordered revving my engine.

"Look expensive. The richest men will be there with women dressed in diamonds" as if I didn't know. I bit my tongue.

"See you later" I answered turning off the camera and mic.

I drove to Genevieve's. It was this new designer's boutique and I loved her because she was very kind.

"Hey babes" I greeted Genevieve as I entered, waving at the girl at the desk. I frequently visited her shop and so we were friends. "Piccola, how are you doing?" she asked calling me little in Italian.

"I'm good. I'm just here for a quick one. A business-like party dress and yes it's a night party." I said moving around. The thirty-five year old lady walked in front of me and stopped at a rack to bring out a dress.

It was perfect. Blood red, satin, floor length and a hip high slit. "Perfecto" I clapped.
"I'm in a rush so ring it up to my card, thank you" She quickly put the dress in a bag and I was on my way to the spa.

After a refreshing day at the spa and massage parlour, I went home. The maids helped in straightening out most of my curls and dressing me up.  They did my makeup and I was done around six. Poor Rico, I snickered.

I glided downstairs and Rico looked at me like I fell from the sky. I had my hair pinned up and my neck adorned with emeralds. My ears too had Teardrop emerald earrings to match my green eyes.

I topped the dressed with satin red heels. The dress was strapless and tight. It hugged my hips tightly and flowed down at my knees. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, let's go". I commanded pulling him outside.

His red Audi matched my dress which made me smile. "You look almost as good as my wife" he complimented and I smiled. "Thank you. I'll make sure Emma gets to know that" I snickered making him laugh.

My tiny hands went to bring down the sunblock mirror and watch my reflection. I looked like you're royalty. "You always do" Rico voiced making me realise I said that aloud. "Be careful not to think aloud" he scolded.

I adjusted my nose piercing with which I change to a tiny emerald stud and lick my blood red lips "Time for work" putting up my guard

Seth's POV

My face remained emotionless as I sat on my throne. Yes, it was an actual throne and this was keeping me keeping the tradition of my ancestors.

In the early eighteen-hundreds, different mafia families went to war and a lot of people lost their lives at that time.

My family's don then, De LaFawn who I am a direct descendant of, called for peace and decided to bring all the families in Europe and South America together and they all signed a pact to be under his rule.  North America remained stubborn and refused to sign the pact.

As such, all illegal activities in that region was under his jurisdiction. He had the power to do and undo.

The only check on the powers of the Don was the five major families, which ofcourse were from different countries. They only had the power to refuse to carry out some of the Don's orders which they considered wrong by taking a vote.

I watched the party from my from where I sat .My mother approached me to give me a glass of wine and I nodded at her. No woman could approach me except for introduction before I was crowned except my mother or my wife. Everyone who came to the coronation had to introduce themselves to me.

Some business men approached the pall to make acquaintances and I talked to some extent but mostly listened. I reminded myself that I still had the task and duty of getting a woman as my Donna but all the women I knew bored me. I couldn't see myself with any woman I knew. They were all just good fucks, all brainless. I couldn't let my heir be brainless. And above all, I needed to know what love felt like. My mother had me brainwashed.

I made a face at the thought and looked to the main doors when they opened again. My eyes widened and I gripped the arm of my chair. "Beautiful" I voiced lowly.

A couple had just walked in. A read headed lady had her arms hopped in the arm of some man which I immediately felt a disliking to. She looked like royalty, swaying her hips seductively. My eyes roamed her body, taking in every inch. Her green eyes, nose piercing, her ginger red hair that looked silk soft, her plump red lips which was adorned in blood red lipstick.

My eyes moved to her chest, her ample breasts showing elegantly over the neckline of the dress. I felt my groin tighten and I gulped visibly thinking of how much I wanted her.

She looked so fragile and soft like an angel. Her body somehow smallish but curvy and athletic. My mind wondered what she was doing in a place full of murderers and how she belong to this for world.

As she walked through the hall it was almost as if time stopped everyone stared at her even the women. I watched her climb up the stairs with so much grace it looked like she was floating.

She approached my throne and bowed. My eyes looked over to her breast as it was more exposed in her position. Such pale skin, it was porcelain.

"Christina Michaels"
"Anthony Dylan"they both recited almost simultaneously. Even her voice sounded so good that I couldn't help but imagine how it her moans would sound. It felt like I was wetting my pants without even getting touched. I waited till she left before I adjusted my position, not even trying to hide that I was staring at her plump ass.

I bit my tongue to stop me from calling out to her. My hand went to my ear piece. "Manny, do a check on Christina Michaels.i want to know everything. She is right here"

"Copied" he answered immediately. I watched her get red wine from a server and down it in one before picking up champagne and sitting on a sofa and crossing her leg, exposing it.

I looked at her leg and gulped down the contents of my glass, licking my lips and somehow finding how she drank red wine sexy.

"Don?"

"Tell me" I ordered
"There is no Christina Michaels present" he said.

"Don't make me lose my patience Manny", I hissed. "The lady that just approached me keep an eye on her and fucking find out who she is"I gritted my eyes on her.

" you mean the redhead, Don?"

"Yes" I answered making up mind to approach her after my dad crowned me Don as I couldn't get down before then. My eyes set on my mom and I beckoned at her, in dire need of a drink. My body was set on fire in a way like never before.