The Don's Young Love (The Don's of Italy Saga Book 2) Age Gap Romance

Episode 5: Don Azeglio

Once inside the town car, my driver, Mirko, spoke up. "Where to, boss?" he asked. I took a moment to think.

"Let's head to La Vecchia headquarters," I replied. We had our main building in downtown Manhattan, but I needed a second headquarters for my growing tech team and all of my needs.

"What the hell, man?" Giacoma exclaimed. I acted as though I didn't know what he was talking about.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Giacoma," I said, taking out a cigar and lighting it as we drove through the city.

As Mirko expertly navigated through the bustling city streets, Giacoma's frustration was palpable in the tense silence that followed my nonchalant response. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he turned to me with a mix of disbelief and annoyance etched on his face.

"So, you're saying you weren't flirting with that young lady, Havika? I mean, she was stunning, but since when have you been interested in black women?" Giacoma's frown deepened as he questioned me.

I raised an eyebrow and pretended to be innocent. "Come on, Giacoma. You know me better than that. I appreciate all women, but I have a special fondness for chocolate ladies - whether they're dark or light brown. Race doesn't matter to me; I just love black women." I joked, taking a drag from my cigar and blowing the smoke out of the partially opened window.

My wife was undoubtedly my soulmate, but little does my brother know I've had a few other women in my bed. There's something exhilarating about being with someone new, exploring their body, and pleasing them in ways they haven't experienced before. Havika was one of those women; her curves were simply irresistible. Her ass was perfect, and her breasts were so voluptuous that I could even use them as a pillow if I wanted to. But it wasn't just her body that drew me in; her lips were full and luscious, and I couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around my cock.

Mirko glanced at us through the rearview mirror, sensing my brother's anxiety. "Boss, you have had a few lovely black women over the years," he interjected, chuckling to himself. I sense my brother's annoyance.

I leaned back in my seat with a subtle smirk on my lips and looked directly at Mirko. "Mirko, you know me so well. Yes, I was deeply in love with my wife and had dated many black women before meeting her. But now that I'm single again, that's all I want. Now, please, leave me be about it, Giacoma." I chuckled at my brother's obvious discomfort.

Giacoma shook his head and slumped back in his seat. "Fine, fine, I get it. Do what you want, but be careful, brother. I don't want you to get yourself into trouble again." He took a swig from his flask and stared out the window, the conversation over for him. But I knew he would bring it up again soon enough.

"Didn't you used to indulge in some chocolate beauties before you met Allegra, Giacoma?" I couldn't help but tease my brother. His anxiety amuses me, especially when I know I'm right.

I glanced slyly at Giacoma, enjoying his discomfort. He shifted in his seat, clearly irritated by my teasing. "Oh, spare me your juvenile jokes, Azeglio," he muttered, taking another swig from his flask.

I could see Mirko trying to stifle a chuckle as he concentrated on the road ahead. I decided to push Giacoma's buttons a little further. "Come on, Giacoma, don't be so uptight. You know you loved those dark-skinned beauties just as much as I did back in the day."

Giacoma shot me a warning glare before responding in a clipped tone, "That was in the past, Azeglio. I've moved on and grown up since then."

I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh? So you're telling me you've gone all vanilla now?" I chuckled at my joke, but Giacoma's expression remained steely.