Slowburn

Chapter 51 (Renzo's POV)

         In a person's fight or flight reaction it is the acute stress response that takes over the mind and body in moments of threat, fear, anger, stress, or danger. But what if you're the dangerous one? What's the reaction then? It's not survival, that's what the other stuff is for. I've dealt with those split second decisions before, like when your finger is already on a trigger and you pull it before they do. 

Tonight I had business to tend to. It was important that things ran smooth since Rocco's big decision to go and marry Jimmy Colombo's step daughter had turned into a real fucking headache for me. The prick wants a piece of the Revello pie and feels entitled now that he's marrying in. I won't let that happen. 

Strong allies? Sure. But if Jimmy thinks he's gonna fuck me in the ass because Rocco is fucking his step daughter's then he's got another thing coming.

         Gabriele Moretti is certainly not the lesser of two evils, but he's been a close acquaintance for a long time because he does business like I do. Back in the day he and I would run the streets looking for blow, sex clubs, and morally ambiguous women. We both loved dominating women, and he took me to a lot of places in New York, and showed me a lot of things. 

But that's when we were younger and didn't have the responsibility of our family's business on our own shoulders. I wanted to secure a better foundation with Moretti so that Jimmy Colombo wouldn't get any ideas. 

But meetings always turn into parties when it comes to these guys, so we were back at Fuoco Lento for a good time in the back VIP room. Moretti hired almost every damn girl in my establishment to come dance and strip for him and his 'associates,' which was just a bunch of people who work under him or are related to someone important. 

        When Gabriele Moretti asked me if he could have something off the menu tonight I said yes because I wanted to keep him happy. We had made agreements on all the things I needed him to agree to, so I told him he could have whatever he wanted. The thing is, I didn't know who he was talking about. Because there should have been no reason why Gabriele Moretti would have met Kat, who was working in a private office where no one is meant to see her. 

He shouldn't have known she existed. But I said yes, and so Moretti asked Raquel to bring him the girl while I had Barbie big tits on my lap for a little fun.

It's what we do at these meetings turned into parties, we give each other women, booze, or drugs. Whatever the person is most known to indulge in. For me it is women. So Moretti brought me his blow up Barbie, and I had her on my lap while she whispered all kinds of filthy things she wanted me to do to her, or offered to do to me. 

I was planning to stay less than an hour, take Barbie to go fuck, and be done with tonight, but that's not how things went down. As soon as I locked eyes with a woman from across the room, and realization began to grip me, I knew this night was going to be a dangerous one. 

       When Moretti was asking for something off the menu, he was asking for Kat...and I said yes. I was telling her with my eyes that she better turn the fuck around and leave, but she took one look at me with Barbie big tits trying to lick my ear and she never looked at me again for the rest of the night. 

No matter how much I know my glare burned the side of her head, she wouldn't look at me. And that's when I felt it. That reverse fight or flight response whether to start the danger or drop it. Bring the fear or to leave it.

        I could have withdrawn my weapon tonight and blown Moretti's head off, but what good would that have done to any of us? No, it would've made things so much worse. I could have gone back on my word and told Moretti he couldn't have off menu items, but if I can't keep my word on the simplest thing then would he keep his word on our important business? No, he wouldn't.