The Mafia In Love

Part 21

 *Dante Brambilla*

I bit my lip. I was heavily panting, my head resting on my steering while I forcefully tried to calm myself from doing the most unholy things to release the tension I was feeling. Especially in my dick. 

As much as Giovanni calling me pissed me off, I was also thankful it came at that time because if it had come any later, I would have lost my senses. 

I'm very known for someone who had self-control. I never acted out rationally. I always thought it was better to calm down and think logically before striking, especially with the kind of business I'm involved in. When I do, it's on very rare cases and that was almost going to be one of those moments. 

''Fuck''. I groaned to myself, running my hand through my hair for the umpteenth time. This woman was starting to drive my sanity insane. 

I knew I was fucked when I took in what she had on. She was barely covered like how she normally does, probably wasn't expecting anyone to come but hell, was she wrong. 

My mind replayed how the pink shorts held onto her body tightly, blending into her little curves. How her thick thighs were on full display, my hands itching to run my hands down her sweet, soft skin. 

Oh, how I wanted to feel her on me so bad. 

My body was starting to crave her in so many ways that it was getting alarming. All I wanted to do in that moment was to drop to my fucking knees and worship every inch of her. To kiss away her flaws, to love her all day and night, to feel her so close to me. 

I felt a weird knot in my stomach, blood rushing to my dick in an unimaginable speed. Was I going to cum at the thought of her? 

Fuck, im falling for her already. 

After what felt like ten minutes, I stepped out of the car and made my way into the warehouse. One of my new clubs got burnt down last night which I was incredibly pissed about. 

Nobody messed with me and got away with it freely, never happened and it won't start happening now. Fortunately, to our Favour, stupid fools couldn't get their job done properly. 

My men had found one of them before they got away which satisfied me. I had instructed them to tie him up at the warehouse and torture the information out of him if needed but that didn't work so Giovanni called me, cutting my sweet time with il mio cuore . (My heart).

As much as I was pissed about it, I was also happy that I had more reason to torture the shit out of that fucker who thought he could get away with it. And yes, being deprived of spending time with Willa was enough reason for me to pull a bullet in between is eyes. 

I passed some of my men, bowing to me, of course. I'm the Don after all. I spotted Giovani and Alessandro at the door. 

''Fucking finally, took you long enough. If you had wasted any more time, I would have shot that fucker''. Alessandro said, clearly annoyed at the person who kept screaming behind the door. 

"Mi dispiace, avevo cose da sistemare". Vani just rolled his eyes before opening the door and the smell immediately hit my nose. Not like I wasn't used to it, it just smelled worse than the one at my house. 

(Sorry, I had things to take care of)

I smirked when I saw the fool, tied up to a chair. He had cuts all over his face, some on his hands. His white shirt was now covered in blood. In his own blood. 

When he realized our presence, his head rose up and he trembled when his eyes set on me. He looked pathetic; not like I gave a fuck anyway. 

"Ha rifiutato di cedere, non importa cosa gli abbiamo fatto, quindi fai pure il tuo lavoro, gestisci la situazione nel modo migliore possibile." I chuckled darkly at Alessandro's words. This is going to be fun.

(he refused to crack no matter what we did to him so do your thing, you handle this best).

I took slow struts forward, loving the fearful look on his face. They said he refused to crack but he already looked like he was breaking, and we barely got anywhere. 

''Who do you work for?''. It was a simple question. A simple question that held a lot of information. He didnt answer, only looking at me with the same fearful eyes. The only difference was that he tried masking his fear which was clearly a failure. 

If there's one thing I hate, its ignorance. He heard me loud and clear but chose to keep quiet. I took in a deep breath. 

''Looking at the fear in your eyes, I believe you know who I am and what I'm capable of doing, Sì?''. 

I could see his legs shaking from my words. Pathetic. He was even weaker than I thought, it wasn't going to be hard to get it out of him. I did love some thrill though, the more ignorance, the harder the torture. 

''Now, I'm going to ask again. Who do you work for?''. His lips trembled as he tried to speak. 

''P-please don't hurt me, I h-have a family''. I held back a chuckle. He had a family and thought it was a good idea to destroy one of my properties. I decided to join in on the emotional play. 

''tell me who you work for, and you will be safe, unless you want your family involved''. 

Obviously, I wouldn't involve his family. I may be harsh but I'm not heartless. Anyone who does that clearly has no love in their heart. 

His eyes shot open in fear. ''Gabriel Vargas''. he said and I stopped my tracks.

 "Quel bastardo." Giovanni muttered behind me. That old rat, of course it's him who would do something like this. The Spanish mafia and the Italian mafia never went well together. They were after the Russians. 

When my father was still Don of the Italian mafia, he tried to make a treaty with Gabriel. My dad was always a man of peace, I clearly took after that. He always taught me to strike reasonably. he was tired of the constant fighting between to the two and thought it would be a good idea to make peace which obviously didnt end well. 

Gabriel tricked my dad and thought he could take down him finally which obviously didnt work. When my dad found out, he easily took out half of his mafia. It was a bloody war which didnt end well for Gabriel, he was left with almost nothing. The news spread like wildfire, making us even more feared and powerful. 

Now that I was the Don, I planned on keeping up that legacy. Although I was tested, countless times. I've been underrated by other mafias, but I put them in their places. I was feared even more than my father now which I was very proud of. Not because my presence brought fear, but because I was doing better than my father. 

Now, Gabriel was seeking revenge. I knew that this wasn't something small. This was just the beginning of what was yet to come. He was going to keep coming for my properties until he finally got to me. 

That was all the information I needed, for now. I signaled Vani and Sandro, three of us walking out of the place. When the door shut, I instructed one of my men to keep him there. We needed him alive if we wanted to know more. 

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