My Mafia

Chapter 13

*Giovanni's POV*

I'm currently positioned on top of Alethea, with my ass half naked high in the air.

She kissed my neck and pulls of the crop top she let me barrow. She begins kissing downwards, down my chest.

And then I get slapped.

I sit up quickly. Alert is all over my face. I look around but I realize that I was dreaming.

"They're here," Alethea says running around the crumby ass motel room, gathering clothes and weapons.

"Who the fuck is here," I say rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Quickly, I get up and help her gather our shit.

"The Turks, we need to leave." She suddenly stops, causing me to run into her. She turns and stares at me. "Go distract them."

I look down to see my dick half out because of these goddamned booty shorts. I place two fingers under her chin and say, "For you anything. But you owe me for this, Thea." And I run away from her like the devil and his best friend are chasing me.

I find the Turks and the old man from last night, sitting at a random round table playing dominos. The two Turks have their guns behind them, in open holsters.

I walk up to them, confidence pouring out of me. They don't pay any attention to me so I place my hands on the back of both of their shoulders.

"Had a rough night?" One asks me, pointing at my clothes with his eyes.

"The wife tore them off me last night." I say before falling on my ass behind the two Turks. It wasn't actually a real fall, it was just a distraction while I stole their guns and placed it inside the waist-band of the booty shorts. Slowly and carefully, I get up making sure the guns don't go off and shoot off my voluptuous ass cheeks.

"Join us," of the the Turkish men says, looking at me. I look left and right and then decide, fuck it, they haven't noticed yet. I wanna beat these motherfucking Turks.

And I fucking did, me and Sardines beat them in under 10 minutes. As we are about to start another round, I remember about my little bundle of darkness and shadows.

I get up, slowly, and walk away, not letting the two Turks see my guns, well their guns that I stole from them. Then at the last minute, I turn my armed, juicy ass towards them and they finally see their guns, next to my ass.

The tall, buff as hell Turks stand up and run after me. Their dominos go flying through the air like confetti. I run outside and spot Alethea in my car waiting for me. I open the door and jump in. Thea floors it while Turkish curses fill the air. I move the rear view mirror and the Turkish guys are trying to run after my car.

"I got us food," she says nodding her head towards the backseat. I reach backwards and grab the brown paper bag. Inside are two bagels, two donuts, and two croissants with chocolate.

"Do you want me to feed you as you drive?" I ask my little emo.

"Feed yourself," she says before taking a sharp right turn that make all my internal organs shift.

After trying not to throw up, I smile at her. "Thank you for looking out for me Dildo Doll," I wink at her from the corner of my eye, to which she replies to me with a middle finger in my face.

Shoving half of the dry, scratchy bagel down my throat, I start shooting questions at my Thea. "Ok so you brought clothes for yourself, but you didn't think to- I don't know- bring something- anything for me?"

She stares at the road, her face blank. Her dark, sharp nails tap on the steering wheel and her hair flows in the wind. As if she didn't kill multiple people less than 24 hours ago.

"Okay don't answer that," I roll my eyes jokingly and shove the rest of my bagel down my throat.

"Why did you agree to help me?" The woman of few words asks me.

As I rumple through the brown paper bag again, I answer her question. "Didn't have anything better to do and I thought I'd share an act of kindness."

"Helping me commit second degree murder and theft is an act of kindness in your books?"

"I've done worse."

She continues her staring contest with the road in front of her, not paying attention to me.

"Why did you commit second degree murder and theft at the ass crack of dawn?"

She turns her head towards me and her light blue eyes throw daggers into my brain. "They stole something from my mafia."

"What mafia are you in?"

"Serbian."

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Authors Note
-are you picking up what I'm putting down
*wink* *wink*
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