Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Sixteen

GABRIELE:
Kiss or kill?

Those words echo with girly giggles and snorts as I feel the trickle of my cum on my big toe.

My little sister Evra would always pop the question whenever she does something to piss me the fuck up.

One time she snuck out for a concert without consent from anyone and came back with bruises from fighting off bullies. I was by the window of my too-large room for a boy my age, with the fury in my eyes matching the embers of the rising sun as I watched her walk shamefacedly into our family mansion.

When she walked into my room, as annoying as little sisters can be, she threw the kiss or kill question in the air.

I was about to say kiss when I saw the bruise across her lips. My chest knotted, shriveling out the word kill to my tongue instead, making her poppy russet eyes which were the same as my mother's watery.

For the first time, that day, my answer wasn't the same.

She bleached my black boxer briefs.
Kiss.
She cut a chunk of my hair in my sleep.
Kiss.
She made balloons from the condoms in my wardrobe and got me into the mother-son counseling room.
Kiss.
She stole my savings just to piss me off to buy the fucking concert tickets for herself and the weakling she was dating.
Kiss.

But when I saw the bruise on her lips, I wanted to kill, not her, but for her.

Which is exactly what I want more than anything now.

Fanculo. That's Italian for every pile of shit I've been thrown into since meeting Heaven. Or simply fuck.

Someone is after her life. Someone knew who to meet for information about her. Someone wants her dead. And as much as she is all fucked over with bossiness, my job is to protect her. Which translates as not letting her die under my fucking watch.

I'm not pissed. I'm burning. I can feel scorching lava move with my blood through my veins which are now begging for ice.

I've been burning so hot that I needed a distraction. Something to keep me from going on a killing spree. Something to take out the frustration I feel all over.

A focus-blurring distraction. And what better distraction suits that description than pumping the lava out as cum.

On the list of all my problems, fucking a woman that is not mine to fuck won't leave the number one spot on the chart. Since that kiss. Like a taste of water after a drought, my throat is sultry. Patched and waiting to crack.

She is not mine. She's forbidden territory. One I want to lay siege on and own.

I could walk into Empires and cause ruins, taking Empires that aren't mine to take. Turning allies into foes just so they can be my ally. Taking wealth that has been kept for purposes I have no business knowing.

Yet I can never take a woman that is not mine. A woman that has not given herself to me.

She is not mine. And it is evident. Because if she were mine, no one would dare raise a gun at her. No one would even conceive the thought.

Still, I want to punish whoever did this like I would if they came for mine. I know I should not. It goes against every order in the underworld. Which is why I'm fucking burning.  I don't play by the rules, but for the big picture, I need to. For her sake, now more than ever, I fucking have to.

Heaven. She is the gray area between black and white. The intertwining of intoxicating pleasure and throbbing pain. A mixture of earned bread and fucking stolen water.

When she left me alone with her lush vanilla aphrodisiac scent wafting in the air, my cock couldn't fucking read the room.
Someone tried to kill her. But that should be cock language for let's ramp her against the wall and pump the lava into her from behind till she refined it into squirts all over the place.

I look at my still proud cock hanging between the teeth of my zip. It is not as hard as it was but nowhere near deflated. A groan escapes my throat and I fall on the king-size bed, letting my stiff butts rest on the luxurious mattress, with my eyes back on the door hole.

She saw me stroking myself, and all the while I was thinking of her full pouty lips around my cock.

She watched. Till the very end.

If I didn't hear the thump on the door I wouldn't have confirmed she was there. I heard muffled moans but I had thought my imagination had the best of me.

She watched. And for the first time, I enjoyed being watched as I would fucking. I mean I've had threesomes, foursomes, every fucking some that there is to have and I have seen some girls watch while I fuck the other as they wait their turn. But this feels different.

I can let it go by. Pretend afterward that I didn't notice to give her a comfortable working environment. But to hell with that. To hell with the crazy woman behind that door.

"Heaven," I say firmly, with a deep tone that is strong enough to rumble through so she cannot pretend not to hear me.

I hear scampering, then something clashing against the floor and I have never been so fucking satisfied in a long while.

I fall back flat on the mattress.