Bound by Blood and Belief: A Mafia Series; 1

Us

Massimo's pov

The air hung heavy in the office at my villa, my mind taking me back to the way Hana felt underneath me. I adjusted my collar of my crisp white shirt, soothing down the wrinkles with a practiced hand. The silk was cool against my warm skin, a stark contrast to the simmering rage inside me. Jamal. The name tasted like ashes on his tongue, bitter and acrid.

I sat hunched over a leather journal, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers. I have been tracking Jamal for days now, my network of information leading him through the shadowy underbelly of Sicily. I slammed the journal shut, the sound echoing in the silent room. "He has to be somewhere" I muttered, my voice roughened by years of grit and anger. I scan the worn pages once more, searching for a clue, a whisper of a lead.

The sound of my door clicked open and Luca, who I haven't saw for three days appeared.

"Where the fuck have you been? It doesn't take that long to deal with two people." I gritted and he slouches on the couch, placing his arm around it.

"I know, but i found.... something interesting and had to snag it." He retorts and fiddles with the ends of the stitches coming out off the couch.

"How's your little Kitten?" I raised my eyebrow at his nonsense and shrugged my shoulder.

"Have you found any leads on Jamal?" I looked back, scanning the journal again.

"Nope. I interrogated the family like you asked but nothing. What about the girl?"

"What about her." I didn't raise my head, although interested in what he might say.

"She may know her father's whereabouts. Even not, there must be some place she could think off." What he said could be true and I leaned back on the chair.

"I'll see what I can get out off her. Bring her here". Luca does a salute and I rolled my eyes, I tap my fingers impatiently.

I hear a knock after a while, indicating she was here. The door opens and Luca pokes his head in.

"She's here." I nod my head for him to bring her in. Luca then disappears out the door and she stands with her hands clasped in front of her. I raised my eye taking noticed of her clothes. It doesn't suit her, I have to make a note for Maria to get some ideal clothes for her.

I take on her small figure, my eyes roam over hers like a hunter inspecting its prey. The air in room intense, the silence only broken by the sound of me exhaling the smoke of my cigarette. I study her silently for a few moments, a smirk slowly creeping onto my face.

"Come here." I demand and gesture for her to approach my desk. I see her take a tentative steps towards me. She stand a few feet away from my desk, looking down at me as I sit on my chair.

"Do you know why you're here?" I ask slowly.

"No.." Her voice a mere whisper.

I lean back on my chair, exhaling the smoke in here direction. She lets out a cough and i looked at her with cool, appraising gaze.

"You're shaking fiore mio." My voice deep and cold. Her frightened face, makes me smile, a chilling almost sadistic smile.

I push my chair back slightly, spreading my legs apart. It's a power move, a show of dominance. I point to the empty space between my legs. "Come here." I order.

I noticed her hesitate, conflicted between the fear that's coursing through her veins and the fear to obey him. I see her hesitation and my eyes harden slightly.

"Don't make me repeat myself." My voice sharp, leaving no room for disobedience. I smirk as i see her stand between my legs.

I lean back in my chair again, my face mere inches away from hers. I reached up and grabbed her hip, my grip firm and possessive. I guide her closer, manoeuvring her until she's standing right against me. My legs on either side of her, completely trapping her against me. I look up at her, my eyes roaming her face.

"Much better" I say, my voice low and smooth as silk. "Now you can't run away."

"Your father, you must know where he is." I grip her hip.

"I - I don't know..." I let out a chuckle and shake my head.

"Even so, you must have some idea fiore mio." I run my other hand up her thigh, my touch slow and deliberate. I see her shiver.

I reach up, with the hand that held her hip, hooking a finger under her chin and tilting her face up so that she's directly looking in my eyes.

"You're so small, so petite." I murmur. "I could break you in half if I wanted to." Her throat bobs as she swallows her saliva.

"H - he...built a home...in Egypt." She says timidly.

"Good girl." I let go off her chin and place my hand back on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin. I pull her closer, her body flushed against mine. I could feel every inch of her against me. Her juicy nipples, slim yet toned thighs and soft curves. She's so much smaller than me, so much weaker. With her being vulnerable, she's like a mouse caught in a cat's trap.

"I'll have Maria buy you some clothes. You look like a homeless person." I grab the hem of her dress, lifting it up slightly. But she gasps and removes my hand, making me raise my eyebrow at her action. A hint of annoyance flashing across my face. I grabbed her wrist restraining her tightly, hard enough to cause a little bit of pain but not enough to bruise.

"Don't you defy me. Or would you like a repeat of last time Fiore mio." Her eyes widened and her lips quivered. I let her go and ushered her away, as I felt my dick pulsing to take her right here on my desk. She scurried away and I rubbed my face.

I pick up my phone to call my private pilot.

"Sì signore?" Marcus answered within two seconds. He knows I hate waiting and I'm not very patient.

"Tra due giorni partirò per l'Egitto. 23.00 in punto." I state and cut off. It seems me and Hana will be having a trip together.
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Definitons:

Sì signore (Yes sir)

Tra due giorni partirò per l'Egitto. 23:00 in punto. (I'll be leaving for Egypt in two days. 11pm)
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