The Mafia & the Diplomat

Chapter IV - Laurence Argenio

Laurence

I am back on the Estate grounds, in the sheltered spot by the lily pond. The night is cool but I am burning, inside and out, as I push into her. She fits so beautifully around me, tightening in all the right places. But it's her moans and cries of pleasure that are starting to bring me over the edge.

"Faster Laurence." She commands and I give her everything I've got. When she climaxes, shuddering around me, she pulls me down with her into the realm of bliss.

There is a buzzing sound and I startle awake. Dazed, I look around me in confusion, realising I am in my office, at my desk. Shit! I must have fallen asleep. My phone keeps buzzing and flashing angrily. I groan into my hands, trying to compose myself, the sinking feeling of sadness realising it was just a dream... again. The only thing real about it is my current aroused state. Christ, it's been decades since I've had to deal with this shit.

Anger now coursing through me, I grip my phone and pick up.

"What?!" I demand sharply, seething at the disturbance of what was going to be a mind blowing night.

"Oh... eh boss, you alright?" I recognise Camilo's voice on the other side.

"No, what do you want?" I bite back.

"Just wanted to let you know the shipment had arrived and we're in the process of docking. Should be able to depart in a few hours."

"Why the phone call?"

"You always call me for an update."

"Yes, well, I didn't need a call this time. Keep the work going."

"Laurence, did I... interrupt... something? Are you finally...?"

"No, and it's none of your god damn business."

"Alright, chill. You get back to... whomever you were doing..."

"Camilo!"

"And I'll keep you posted."

Before I can put him into place, he hangs up himself. The spoilt bastard. If he were anyone else, he would have been dead several years ago. I suppose the fact he's not is a good thing. But that doesn't make me any else pissed. Camilo is at least in part to blame for my horny dilemma. It was at his wedding, nearly two years ago, that she came into my life, Amarantha. The sexy amateur photographer that decided to help us out when Camilo's first wedding photographer failed to show up.

But even ruining the bastard's business afterwards hasn't been able to cheer me up since I let her drive away. I had to. It was obvious from the second I saw her, that she had no idea what she had stumbled into. It shouldn't have been possible at all to come onto the grounds, but there she was. Hoping for a relaxing day in the gardens and crashing one of the most exclusive weddings of the year. With her camera. Solving at least one of my problems.

I had been dreading that wedding for weeks. The engagement announcement had been met with increased violence from our rivals. Combining the Argenio family with Di Rossi would consolidate several business branches, gain more power both here and abroad. Good business meant jealousy, and we felt that. Yet Camilo and Francisca hadn't married out of necessity but love. Their love had given me hope for the future. I had always been hesitant to make relationships serious. I might have accepted my role as the highest ranking mafia member from a powerful family. But I didn't expect an outside woman to understand. And I wasn't even sure if I wanted her to. Francisca came from a mafia family as did Gianna. Gianna...I thought I had finally found the sweet spot with her. A woman I loved and who knew the life we would lead. I was wrong.

We are taught from a young age not to show any weakness, but it's god damned hard to do when you feel as if your heart has been ripped from your chest and carved up with a blunt blade. I just knew that going to the wedding without a date would only draw attention to the fact Gianna was no longer by my side. It made me sick just thinking about it. But I could bare anything for Camilo. And so I helped him on his special day. Getting everything where it had to go. It wasn't often the whole family could gather like this, and so the majority of preparations were done ourselves. Reducing outside involvement as much as possible. A handful of trusted staff was enough. Even the damned wedding planner had tried to get something more out of serving the wedding. It hadn't ended well for her.