Loathsome Brothers

Bedroom

Arius' Pov

"You must've something planned?" I smirk knowing well that my little temptress is definitely up to something.

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She nods moving her head up and down. And right when I'm about to erupt in her mouth, the door opens.

El shots up to her feet while I immediately bend down to grab my pants. I don't know when we moved but we were currently standing approx four feet away from the door so there wasn't any point in trying to shut it now.

Why didn't we lock the door?

El freaks out and looks at the door while I'm turned away from it to shove my now softening dick in the boxers. But my pants are still down and whoever just entered must know I was half naked a few seconds ago. 

"What the fuck is happening here?" A ragged voice sounds from behind me and I know I've screwed up big time.

Zion. The Capo of Austrian Mafia.

I had wished it was one of her aunts or uncles or grandma or even the younger bunch of brothers. But getting caught by a Capo while fucking his little sister's mouth is definitely messed up.

I grab my pants and hold them around my waist as I turn around. My cold mask almost slips as I see not just one Capo but three of them.

Among all her brothers, the oldest three are the only ones who didn't get a chance to threaten me. I guess today's their day.

Suddenly I wish I had just hugged my mom goodbye. Because I would never want to reverse what we just did. No matter what awaits me ahead, it was worth it.

If I die today, I'll die knowing that my girlfriend thinks I'm worthy enough to be on her knees for.

"It's not what it looks like." El's voice shake from fear and because I was throat deep in her just moments ago.

"Then what the hell was he doing with his fucking pants down?" I could practically hear the anger when Andrei raised his voice.

Around the Mafias, Zion and Andrei are known for their calm, and calculated decisions. While Dante has the image he made for himself by being the cruelest and unforgiving to his rivals.

I know it's pointless to lie so I decided to try and collect the situation. "Look, we're sorry. We shouldn't have done that-" Before I could speak any further, Dante steps towards me and within seconds, I'm pushed against the wall with his hand wrapped around my neck.

I swear these Bianchis have something for pushing me and forming their dominance.

"How dare you touch my sister?" He shouts near my face.

My hand jerks up to hold his wrist as he continues to put pressure on my throat. I would've tried to free myself if I didn't have to contribute one hand into holding my pants up.

"Dante, what're you doing? Leave him." El tries to grab this shoulder to push him away with his hold tightens on me.

"If I die here," My face turns red and speaking proves to be a struggle. "It won't be very hospitable of the Italians."

"Please let him go, we won't do it ever again." El pleads and although I disagree, I stay silent.

Surely he wouldn't kill the British heir when he's their guest, unarmed and practically half immobile with the bottoms issue.