Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 43

Alessandro

Tonight three things were for certain. The first being I wanted to land this deal with the carefully procured men in this room and show our competitors who were in charge once and for all. Second, I honestly had no idea who my brother truly was. The third and the hardest one to swallow was that I wanted to play with his new toy. Fuck, the little puttana absolutely stupid, more specifically.

If there was one thing about my older brother, he was nothing less than punctual, so when I arrived at the club this evening and didn't see Cristiano, I wondered what could have taken him so long to get here. This was a huge deal for us, and he was never late. Ever. Tonight though, he was the last person to arrive at a meeting that had been on the books for weeks.

Unsurprisingly everything clicked into place when I saw Lola fucking Mariano walking in tow with her head down, her small hand in his as he led them both into the room. My jaw ticked with the slightest bit of irritation as I slowly drug my gaze up the length of her long-toned creamy legs before I focused in on the dress she was wearing. If you could call it that. I couldn't believe he really allowed her to come to the club in that thing. I narrowed my glare, eyeing the deep burgundy material, or lack thereof. It barely covered her alabaster porcelain skin.

I exhaled sharply through my flaring nostrils. The now irritated state I was in was only further rooted deep down within the pits of my stomach as I watched them. "Certo che ha portato la puttana." Grunting under my breath, I fisted the arm of the chair, my nails cutting into the expensive leather while the desire to redden every fucking inch of it under my palm took hold. She shouldn't fucking be here. He shouldn't have brought her. I should be the one to show him why her being here was a horrible idea.

Christ. I swallowed hard and averted my gaze, trying to focus on something besides my brother's little whore. Unfortunately, my teetering efforts became entirely fruitless when I found my curious gaze flickering back over to where she and Cristiano were standing.

I stiffened a little in my seat when I heard the voice of Nic and Enzo's future greasy father-in-law Victor Rossi coming from the far end of the table."It's not like you to be late, Cristo."  My attention snapped in his direction as the slimeball shoved one of his girls away to address my brother's tardiness. That was something I was more than confident Cristiano wouldn't appreciate though I didn't care for him calling him out in front of these people, either.

For whatever my relationship was with my brother behind closed doors, I had his back in public no matter what. I didn't give a fuck. Family over everything. Even little whores.

Ultimately, I turned to address him, trying my best not to snap at the piece of shit. "I already told you he was going to be running behind Rossi." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, remembering why he was here—the bigger picture, as my brother would say. Which was big fucking talk coming from someone who was currently dicking down the enemy's little sister.

Never mind that. I hated when anyone tested the limits and attempted to undermine either one of us. I didn't give a fuck who they were.

Not to brag, but we were Cristiano and Alessandro fucking Luna. The royalty of South Miami, and we demanded fucking respect. We earned it, goddamn it. Worked our asses off for it. Shed blood, sweat, and fucking hard-earned tears for the admiration of our peers. And we would get it if I had to put a bullet through that fuckers  skull. We'd get it.

The only reason we were dealing with this asshole was to get under the Mariano's skin, but I had no qualms with offing him, either. In fact, my palms were itching for it right now... almost as badly as they ached to brand the flawless alabaster skin of a particular bane of my existence. Rossi's venomous gaze left Cristiano and met mine holding it for a moment before bouncing back to my brothers. He was trying to assert some sort of dominance. Sadly for him, it hadn't done its job.

"I know," Rossi sneered coldly, and I clenched my jaw in an effort to keep my cool. "I said it wasn't like him."

Cristiano forced a laugh, and I could tell he'd had just about as much of Rossi's bullshit as I had. "Yes, I apologize for the hold-up, gentlemen. I lost track of time." He clapped his hands together with a genuine smile as he gave Lola a lustful once-over.  "Can you blame me?" He asked as they both took their seats.

We surely can not, il mio bro," our long-time client Santiago winked at my brother from across the table. "If you don't mind me saying, she's absolutely stunning, Cristo." He leaned back in his seat, practically eye fucking Lola, and I couldn't help but become irritated with him. Of course, she was stunning, but that wasn't for him to say. I really liked Santiago. I didn't want to have to kill the fucker.

"I don't. She's the most perfect distraction." Cristiano spoke more genuinely, and I noticed how Rossi's ears perked up at his words. I wondered if he knew who she was. The look on my brother's face, however,
was what had me though. It was one I hadn't seen before...Fuck he was falling for her.

I had been completely lost in thought, still unable to process my earlier revelation. However, after a bit of back and forth between my brother and Victor over Cristiano's more than troublesome plaything. I found myself stupidly interjecting... again.

Rossi suggested my brother let him borrow her for the night, while Cristo wasn't interested in entertaining the ludicrous request. It wasn't that I thought he couldn't handle himself. I knew he could. I just needed it made clear. She wasn't up for debate. Not...unless...it was me taking her for the night. Which was an impossible notion considering my brother was falling in love with a fucking Mariano, or worse, he wasn't going to share her. What was I saying? I didn't want him to share. I wanted her out of our lives.

But, also, I was not too fond of the idea of her with any other man.... Especially being with the asshole who was blackmailing her brothers into marrying his airhead daughter. Weird I didn't carry that same sentiment with my own brother.

"Enough, Rossi," I barked, gaining their attention and making Lola jump. It had thoroughly amused me how in tune with our conversation she was. I mean, it made sense considering it was mostly...okay, solely about her. I just knew it was killing her not to be able to look up at us. I also didn't miss the way my brother's eyes narrowed at me. He wasn't sure where this was going, and frankly, I couldn't blame him. My intentions were far from pure.

"We called you here for a reason, and it wasn't to discuss who my brother is or isn't fucking. He's bored, and she's just the new flavor of the week. He has always had a problem sharing his toys, so that's nothing new. She's nothing special."

My words... all lies even as I spoke them aloud.

"Right business," Rossi said to me casually with a cruel laugh before turning back to face Cristiano. "You just... It never hurts to ask, ya know? It is a shame, though; you won't let me take her for a night, Cristo. She has one of those faces...you know, the one." He held my brother's gaze, and my jaw ticked as blood rapidly pumped through my veins. This fucker was asking to get wasted, and the look on my brother's face said he felt the same. The bigger picture, I repeated to myself in my head. "Suppose you've caught sight of it once. You can never forget it. It's almost like I've seen it before. Fancy that."

There it was. I knew the piece of shit was lying about seeing her face because her head had been tilted downward this entire time. So that answered my question on whether or not he knew who she was. I needed to change the subject before I lost my shit.

Clearing my throat, I stood, now addressing our other clients. "Gentlemen, If you turn to the table, you will see a tray with two selections of our newest product." It bothered me that I couldn't see Lola as I spoke, but I knew she was probably on edge, wondering who the man who was talking about her was. I just needed to see her face to know she was okay, but her long dark hair was draped forward, hiding her away from everyone in the room. Probably for the best.

Why did I even give a fuck? Because I wanted her.

"On the left, there are a few lines of the sample Ventana Blanco from Caquetá, Colombia. It has been in top production for the last few months over there and was a nightmare to get a hold of. Nonetheless, Cristiano worked his magic as I knew he would, and we were finally able to get our hands on a few shipments. Enjoy."

They all took their time testing each sample... Santiago, more specifically, off of his girl's tits as I went on to explain the origins of each product in more detail. From the corner of my eye, I could see Cristiano whispering to Lola, and I wondered what he was saying to her. If he was promising to slit Rossi's throat before ripping him apart and fucking her over his bleeding heart.

Because I would.

The door opened, dragging me away from my deliciously poisonous thoughts, and the waitstaff hurried to place plates of food on the table, extremely mindful of the cocaine sitting to the left of us.

"I'm definitely going to need a few kilos of the Ventana Blanco," Santiago sniffed loudly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. I nodded with a smile, still unable to focus on anything but her. "I'm hosting a few parties with some top-name celebrities. And no one likes a party without the snow."

After everyone was done placing their individual orders, I felt the stress of today lifting off my shoulders. If you have the best product. You have the best clientele. And that meant you were at the top of the food chain, which was precisely where we needed to be. And stay.

"Okay, gentlemen, now that we've gotten business out of the way," I announced louder than I probably should have, making Lola jump again. I wet my lips, snickering under my breath as my brother's eyes snapped to mine. We both knew what I was doing, and I couldn't lie. I thoroughly enjoyed that I had that effect on her. And that he was witnessing it for himself.

Hell, if he wanted to sleep with the enemy, why the fuck couldn't I? He'd definitely regret bringing her into our world. "I'd say it's time to unwind a bit, sì?" I winked at my brother, causing his jaw to tick.

"Fuck, I thought we'd never get past the boring shit, boys," Santiago clapped his hands together enthusiastically, and I was just as excited for what came next.

"Ladies," Cristiano held my gaze almost as though he were taunting me. There was something about the way he spoke that was daring me to push him."On your knees."

And for the first time since Lola entered the room, I saw her face clearly as she peered up from her seat. Holy fuck, I'd made myself forget how absolutely breathtaking she was. I hated the way my dick twitched in my pants when her electric blue eyes widened in shock while her perfect pout, which was begging to be fucked, fell ajar, gaping up at him. I was in so much trouble—a complete hypocrite. I wanted, no, needed to ruin her.

Then she said something that I couldn't quite make out under her breath to Cristiano, and from the way, my brother responded, I knew he was giving her an out. Good. This wasn't her scene anyway. Shaking her head, she dropped to her knees, making my dick throb. Why didn't she take it? "Gentiluomini, tonight, Cristiano and I went all out, as you can see." I cleared my throat, attempting to conceal the sharp edge in my voice as I watched her. I was so stupid for assuming he wouldn't bring her here.

"Tell me about it, mio amino," Santiago chimed in with a low whistle though I was too busy watching the little puttana hold my brother's stare as the corner of her perfect little pout turned upward. The air left my lungs when she bent forward and put her pussy on full fucking display for only me to see. Fuck me! "And what an amazing spread it is." Fucking right, it was.

I couldn't agree more, amino.

Was Cristiano testing me? Because I fucking failed. "Hm," I hummed, running my tongue over the front of my teeth. I took my time examining both of her pretty pink holes for when I fucked her there later. Because screw everything I said before, there absolutely would be a later.

Cristiano's hardened gaze left Lola's, and he held mine in an almost challenging manner. I was sure it was in an effort to intimidate me because he probably could guess what I was thinking, assuming I made zero effort to disguise it, which I had. "No expense spared for our partner commerciali fedeli such as you men, and we'll keep it this way so long as you don't take your business elsewhere," he said, turning his glare to the other men in the room, and I snorted under my breath. He knew better than to go there with me. Or at least I thought he did. There wasn't a bet or dare I'd back down from, and he knew that.

"Well, then, don't let me stop you, concedersi."

I finally remembered I wasn't alone when the desperate cunt between my legs began to rustle around. "Who the hell is the whore," Stacy hissed up at me, pressing herself further between my legs in a tragic effort to make my brother jealous as I cut into my medium rare steak. I rolled my eyes when her huge tits practically spilled into my lap as she tilted forward to eye him desperately. The bitch wasn't mine, so I didn't give a fuck where she looked. I snorted under my breath, amused when he couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge her presence, as I knew he wouldn't.

Irritatedly dropping my utensils down onto my plate with a clink, I forcefully took Stacy's platinum blonde hair into a tight fist with one swift motion. A yelping sound echoed between us as she cried out from my swift action. I inhaled slowly through my nose, my jaw tight, clearly agitated with the desperate woman already. It wasn't her fault that I was infuriated with the fact that she wasn't the woman sitting in front of us. Though I told myself it didn't matter if she knew what she was getting herself into. And she did. Stacy liked it rough... Rougher than that.

Breathing out, I leaned down, snarling into her ear. "I didn't bring you here to speak," I growled. Stacy whined annoyingly when I bent her head back, forcing her to watch Cristiano and Lola as he fed her with his fingers—mine itching to do the same. This dinner was for us, not the women, and yet the sight of him shoving bloodied meat into her tiny mouth with his bare hands had my dick like granite.

"Gesù Cristo, aiutami," I cursed under my breath and fought the urge to groan as my fingers painfully clung to Stacy's over-processed, bleached blonde hair.

No matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn't look away. I found myself in the same state of desperation that Stacy was in as I fought back the groan slowly creeping its way up my throat. I groaned slowly when my throbbing dick began to press into the zipper of my jeans as I carefully watched Lola's full lips wrap around my brother's fingertips. There was something utterly primal about their interaction, and the beast inside me wanted a piece.

Lola Mariano was going to be mine, even if it was only to destroy her.

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