The Black Silk

Chapter 1 🖤 ๋࣭ ⭑

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

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Sitting in the economy class of the flight I re-read the invitation that was sent out for my sister's wedding. The invitation mentioned the island where the wedding was going to take place was frickin owned by the family of my brother in law. This business surely pays a shit ton. Blood money...

I swiftly drifted off to sleep ruminating about an alternate reality where I didn't have to kill a man to pay my bills.

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The smell of cheap coffee woke me up. It took me a moment to register my surroundings. Okay, I was on a plane, currently being elbowed in the fucking tits by a slimey 50-something loser dad. The second thing I knew was the head-splitting headache.

"Can I get a decaf, please?"

"I am sorry, we just ran out of it." The air hostess with the frighteningly pearly white smile shot back. Oh, great! As if this wondrous day couldn't get any better.

I searched for some Advil in my obnoxiously pink Miu Miu bag, courtesy of my sister who had insisted that I wear something 'girly'. As my luck would have it, the Advil that I had CLEARLY REMEMBERED keeping in had magically disappeared like my bag was some Bermuda Triangle.

"For Fuck's sake", I groaned clutching my trashy bag. I am gonna break some balls!

"Here, have this", a brooding voice spoke from underneath the sleeping towel-on-face guy sitting next to me.

All I could see were muscular arms covered in tattoos and veins. What caught my eye the most was not the smutty tattoos of busty women being rawly dogged but the scrawling 'Maria' from the base of his palm to his middle finger. These hands seemed rough but I had more irregular. My mind(or pussy) fantasized about what they would feel like wrapped around my tits.

Thoughts turned into action when I picked up the pill from his hand, the minute contact was enough to activate my clit and send it tingling. It didn't help that my glittery fake nails contrasted so well with his rings. However, the butterflies in my stomach seized swirling when I spotted the DeLuca brotherhood ring, the Medusa-with-emeralds-for-snake-heads emblem glaring back at me, making me turn to stone.

FUCK! I was doomed. I sneakily twisted my brotherhood ring so that the emblem faced the side of my palm, as I clutched the pill tightly in my hand.

"If your fucking cunt was going to become a river for me, at least have the decency to keep the affairs quiet. I can smell you."

He breathed into my ear as he leaned into my side, his musky, sweat-mixed scent wafting up my nose.

"And I hope you fucking remember the brotherhood oath, lemme jog your memory back - NO DATING OR FUCKING AMONG THE BROTHERHOOD", he practically growled.

How could he have seen my ring, wasn't his face covered? I glanced up at the man to see the towel vanished and the iciest pair of blue eyes staring right back at me.

Adrian DeLuca.

A very angry Adrian DeLuca.

MY furious boss.

" My pussy drips for no man but my own hands. " I shot back. He was my boss but I couldn't just let him guide me around like a fucking sheep.

" Shall we test out that theory?"

I don't know what was more humiliating that cheesy line with hint a of sleazy smirk spreading across his pathetically handsome face or my thoughts running wild with that one command.

As a coral belt holder in jiu-jitsu such a sharp blow would have rendered a bone or two broken in a typical scenario, but this was Adrian we were talking about. The Man of Steel. The Capo Famiglia of the New York Italian mafia family. And I am officially in so much trouble.

He took my bag and spat in it what little blood this beast could bleed out.

"Good", he muttered.

Everybody and their goddamn mothers know that Adrian de Luca is a difficult man. He rarely even shows approval let alone shower appreciation like a fucking fairy Godmother, so a plain old "good" from him is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

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THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UPLOADED NEXT WEEK SAME TIME.

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