Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Six

GABRIELE:

Folia! Absolute madness. A fucking crazy woman.

It's been one hell of a crazy day with a complete nut case of a woman.

Un pazzo completo. Fucking complete nutcase. That's what she is.

When I got the call from Gael some months ago about an Empress on the move to take Black Rifle down, I concluded she had to be a clown.

Only someone that has lost their fucking mind would dare to go after the Black Riffle.

But then she fits the fucking profile.

She got so close to killing me. No one has gotten that close in fifteen years and the last person that got that close, I made it rain death on his empire.

She's fucking daring. She's everything I've been told she is. Everything the locals have whispered about her. Everything my intel keeps telling me.

No mincing words. They didn't exaggerate. They didn't do justice to her description.

I've been on her more than she'd know. It's normal. She's powerful. The Gate Empire was supposed to go dormant or go down to scrape the bottom of the barrel.

However, she did it I can't say. But she did and she got my attention.

I'm exhausted. I could be out on fieldwork for months, hunting and killing, and still feel a rush of adrenaline to go on for another month. But after a few hours with her and I'm on the brink of exhaustion.

I start to undo the buttons of my shirt. I need a distraction. I need to be fucked.

If my plan goes as planned, which is unlikely with her, then there'll be no need for her to have me in her space. There'll be no need for her to go to bed with death in the air for the next week.

I've been called a lot of things, a vicious prowler, a ruthless talon, death harbinger, but I think of myself as a rainmaker. If you come for me, I'll make death rain on your empire and every empire connected to you in business. It's my signature.

A signature I scribbled with people's blood since I was fifteen. It wasn't my first kill, but it was my grand debut. A signature that has been exploited by men seeking to rule in the underworld.

I undo the last button of my black shirt and pull out of it. I undo my dress pants next and climb into my bed to lie on it with my back down.

I'm hard as a gun.

I want her to let me take the fall for that little show earlier. The crazy lady would let me take the fall for doing that to her.

She'll let him come after me. I want him to. It's the only way I can protect her from going through with this death wish.

If he comes after me, there'll be war in the underworld, and her plan to kill Black Rifle will be interrupted.

Wars in the underworld can last for years, and I'll make sure this one lasts three generations later. That way I won't have to be in her life any more than she'd want me to. There'll be no need to go through with what Gael had proposed.

I take a sip from my glass of brandy by the nightstand, watching as the smoke from her cigar travels in a wavy route to mix with the air in my quarter.

I've seen her pictures, sometimes on the local and international news. They call her the woman of steel because of her family business but here in the underworld, she's the steel everyone is fucking trying to bend.

I don't want to bend her, I have no such fucking interest. It is her steel nature that interests me the most about her. I respect her. For who she is and everything she's done to be this person. To be Steel.

I didn't pay keen attention to the woman before now, I didn't care for her existence that much, at least not in the way I'd made her believe I do in the past hours. I just want to give her a right to live. She's been through hell and I would know that.

I pick the condom from the nightstand and tear the wrap open.

This is the one good thing about this place. The fucks. No one is forcing anyone and the girl in my quarter tonight just hit a jackpot.

I like to fuck. Not always but it's necessary. And if a girl wants me to pay in other to access her body, then I respect her even more.

I'm rarely around Seductora. I haven't been to my exclusive quarter in months. I didn't hear from Gael even longer.

I bought this room so the cameras would be taken off, and it can be designed to suit my liking. Dominant black with splashes of navy blue and dark gray. How I fucking prefer my life. Less dramatic.

I pull the condom out and settle it on my cock.

I hate drama, but somehow I just made myself play the lead in one. I knew Javier was coming because I saw him on Gael's monitor. I knew he was close when the elevator signaled his arrival. I needed him to see that.

He needed to fucking see that. If she were mine, I'd be dead by now. But for his capacity, I should be running for my life. But he's not me. And she's not mine.

So she'll call the shot here. She doesn't care for me. She would want me dead. I needed to be sure she wouldn't hesitate to kill me, it was why I pulled the stunt in the elevator to see her limit.

She'll let me take the fall. She fucking will.

The Ginger Gael sent to my quarter starts crawling towards me on the bed. She's been sprawled on the sofa, playing with herself.  It's fascinating to watch.

As far as colors go, I like her black lingerie and mask. I like it even more because of how the bra only covers her nipples and the pantie is a string of ropes around her waist, baring her pussy.

She's wet. She'll do for now.

I gesture for her to climb on top of me and she does. I don't touch her, I don't have my gloves on so I don't. I only touch living things I want to make dead. I've only touched living things I made dead.

She settles on my cock and I fucking like the sound that escapes her tiny lips as her head falls back.

"Fuck me, as fast as you can go," I say to her and she nods.

She starts to ride my cock. It feels good. So good, I make the fucking mistake of closing my eyes. Gloomy Caribbean blue floods my mind and I let it. I let her.

"Faster" I growl and she picks up her speed.

I open my eyes to see her breasts bouncing, they're out of her netty bra. And I want them in my mouth.

She places both palms on my stomach for balance and her eyes trail mine.

"Give me those," I say and place my feet on the bed to bring her in.

She bends over, and I lift my head, catching her dangling nipple with my mouth, while she fondles the other with her free hand, still riding my cock.

She's close. I feel it. So I pump. Our skin slaps and syncs with her moans. She doesn't waste time convulsing, twisting her waist with light jerks as she milks my cock.

She falls over to the bed and coils up a little away from me. I get up from the bed, pick my phone up and walk to the trash can to dump the condom heavy with my cum.

I have a message from Gael. So I open and read through it.

Gael: Monday by 9 AM, she'll meet with you

Fucking unpredictable woman. She didn't let me take the fall. I could have sworn she would. Crazy bitch. She has just one week to live? With her crazy plan, that makes the both of us.

I turn to look at the Ginger on my bed. I'm going to need more than one round.

"Do you have it in you to go again?" I ask and she lifts her head revealing a sly smile.

My weekend just got better.