Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 38

Nico

"We're not done here, you said you'd stay for a couple of days what the fuck are you saying now?" Tony is clearly angry with me; it takes a lot for my brother to lose it but he is seriously losing his shit right now.

"I have business to take care of back on the island."

"Business are you fucking me right now? We had three mill stolen, our brother is a fucking mess and we still have to go through the feeds and find a shooter, what the hell kind of business do you have on the island?" He sits back in the wing backed leather chair in the office of the safe house, my parents have retired for the evening. His knuckles are almost white from clenching them so fiercely together. He raises an eyebrow as if he has just had a lightbulb moment whilst I remain silent grating my molars. At this rate I won't have back teeth left, and Lucky will make me spring grey hairs early. I inhale deeply keeping my anger in check.

"Ah, I see that Gianluca tramp, gottcha. What has the fucking cunt done now? I told you she wasn't worth the hassle, you could have just killed the fucking father and been done with it."

I am close to punching him in the face, he's my brother it's not the done thing instead I clench my fists by my side, as the fire burns in my stomach and my chest. "Do not speak about her like that, it is not your place." I seethe. Tony's eyes go wide.

"Fuck me, don't tell me you've got feelings for the bitch." He rakes a hand through his hair and crosses one leg over the other. "Seriously, Nico you are kidding me, right?"

"It is irrelevant to you what my intentions or feelings are. If I'd have killed her father all it would have done is created a war, one we don't need at the moment especially not whilst I am in the midst of legitimizing our businesses. Think with your head, Tony and do not call my fiancée names again. Do you understand me?"

"Or what, Nico? Huh, tell me what. We have a code, and it is never to be broken, I'll speak about her however the fuck I want. Nobody will ever respect her, she is bad blood and from the sound of it, you are fucking being pussy whipped." Oh, God so please help me because I am that close to breaking his jaw right now. Instead, I check the time on my Cartier Panther wrist watch, nearly three a.m and we have solved nothing so far. It means I have to make this trip back to the island to punish Lucky which makes my dick want to spring into action and my balls ache, then fly back to New York. Slightly irritating to say the least and definitely not optimizing my time. I hate it when my time is wasted but I am looking forward to punishing Lucky for running away like she did.

"You," I say pointedly my voice stern and low, "will take care of Dario. I want round the clock care and treatment; he stays here in the safe house nobody comes or goes. Get the full medical team in, they stay no matter what we pay them enough money to keep their mouths shut. Take care of our parents, keep them inside nobody leaves. Understood?" He nods. "And as for being pussy whipped it's none of your fucking business. The marriage will go ahead. I intend to make it legal in a week's time on the island."

He balks at me, "you can't do that Nico. The families will expect a proper wedding you cannot shortchange them."

"You don't even want to be near a Gianluca so don't give me that bullshit, Tony."

"Not the point, we had to suck it up at your engagement party the other night, we'll manage to be civil for a day. They will have their side of the room and we'll have ours. Besides, Lucky I am sure will want to be given away by her father."

"I don't actually give a fuck what Lucky wants when it comes to her wedding, she will do as I say." Tony chuckles and knocks back his brandy, grimacing as the amber liquid curses down his chest.

"That woman already has a hold on you otherwise you wouldn't be getting on the jet in precisely one hour to fly back to her. Seriously, Brother you've got it bad and for a Gianluca. If you weren't my brother I would be appalled, but just know something. Dario and I will never respect her, not in this lifetime."

"You will respect her and that's the end of it." I roar at him my voice loud even to my own ears. The fuck, everyone will respect Lucky. Whatever I do or how I feel for her is my business nobody else's, but anyone else will fucking respect the woman who I will make my Queen. She will one day be the mother of my children.

"Whatever you say, Nico only Dario will never go for it. He doesn't even respect you know which is a shame since you two were close as kids, it's sad what it has come to but this, it has finished him off."

"His drug habit is not my doing, Tony. You can forget laying the blame on me. And whilst I am back on the island, I want you to take our top five men and hunt down Monletto. I want to know where his operation is for his drugs, I want it stopped. When I take over, I want that shit off the streets."

I place my empty crystal glass down on the mahogany desk and walk away from Tony and out of the office. My parents are naturally in bed at this ungodly hour of the morning. I walk across the brown marble floor to the large double, oak doors and see my driver waiting patiently by my black four by four outside. He nods and opens the door for me. I slide inside and wait for him to get in and drive me to the airstrip. Nobody will know my movements, this safe house is so far tucked away and registered in the name of a random company and untraceable to my family. As far as anyone is concerned some guy named Maximus Ottavega owns a company called Hellon's air industries and owns the property. We have people, lawyers and a whole team to ensure that our identities are kept secret and safe.

Five hours later and I have landed and been driven to my secluded property on the island. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours then began to work on some legal documents my lawyer needs for the legalization of a new casino in Miami that has a hotel attached to it, the Mirage in Vegas has nothing on my new establishment. We pull up outside the property my guards are standing with their military grade rifles in their arms and give me a polite nod as I stride to the front steps. One opens the door for me, I step inside.

Vinnie comes down the stairs looking smart in a grey trousers suit and emerald, green blouse. "Lucky is in her room; do you need anything?"

"I need you to go through the documents I sent over to you during the night and send them over to my lawyer. Also, can you set up a meeting with her for a week's time. Block my schedule for the next three days, I also need the jet ready for flying back to New York tomorrow first thing."

"Alone or both of you?"

"Good question, just ensure it's ready either way." Vinnie nods and makes her way to the office we share; her heels click clacking on the floors as she walks. I head up the stairs two at a time, my pulse racing. The thought of seeing a wild Lucky Gianluca makes my heartbeat slightly faster than normal. I knock on her door.

"I'm not available," she replies.

I try the handle, it releases, I open the door and step inside to see Lucky still in bed, her milky breasts able to be seen through her sheer black negligee. My dick starts to twitch, my balls tingle. Fuck, I haven't had sex for so long. "What the hell are you doing back?"

"Get the fuck up."

"No, you haven't answered my question. I thought you were in New York for a few days."

"If you don't get up out of that bed, I am going to come over there and spank your ass so hard you will beg me to stop."

"Fucking do it then you monster." Crossing her arms in front of her chest gives me a perfect view of her breasts as they lift up, begging for me to fondle them and suck on her erect nipples.

I stride towards the bed, she sticks her chin up, her full lips perfect for kissing. My dick begins to strain in my pants, fuck it I don't give a shit if she can see that I am ready to plunge my cock inside her tight cunt.

"Don't tempt me, Lucky you won't be able to sit down for days." She raises her eyebrows at me, without thinking I reach for her and grab her flimsy lingerie that is supposed to be nightwear and pull so hard I tear it. The sound of fabric ripping makes my heart rate race, my dick twinges and my balls are begging to explode and pump cream over her face. She gasps.