Mafia's Obsession [18+]

40.

Ezio

Marco
I'm heading to the house. Meet at your office?

Ezio
No. Wait downstairs.

Marco
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"Dolcezza." My knuckles slowly caress her arm, making her stir slightly in her sleep.

She's been sleeping like a baby on the couch in my office. A thick blanket covers half of her naked body. Her hair's beautiful mess. Her lush lips part a little and I can't help but giving it a light kiss.

"Baby, wake up." I whisper, not really fond of the idea that involves disturbing her peaceful sleep. But I have sent in lunch two hours ago and it's getting cold.

It's almost three pm now.

"No." She mumbles, facing me away.

"I have a meeting with Marco. You want to stay here?" I question at last. I've actually been dressed to the meeting. Freshly showered, now wearing my black coat and matching pants that has been stored in my office.

"Go away and let me sleep." She groans hoarsely, covering her ear and pulling the blanket up to her neck. It's obvious she'll be very irritated if I attempt to wake her up again.

I sigh. Fine. Sleep it is. I'm the one responsible of her fatigue after all. I'll send another warm cooked meals later.

I walk downstairs to find Marco lounging in the sitting room, dressed in navy. A scowl is already in place.

"What's with the fucking mood?" I question the motherfucker with raised eyebrow. If he decides to give me attitude today, we'd better cancel this meeting altogether.

"I just heard rumors from Chicago." He says like it explains anything. My brows furrow.

"Giorgio." I state.

Giorgio is my cousin and Allegra's younger brother. Though we have generational empire here in Sicily, he decided to go to America and built his entire career from nothing. Last I heard, he's the one responsible for all the scheming that happens in Chicago. I don't expect less from the man as everyone in the family clearly knows how obsessed he is with games.

"It seems he's making a war with New York." Marco adds with irritation.

I digest the meaning. "With Valenti?"

Vitto Valenti is the man behind the power in New York. Taking over after his father's death and becoming the new crime lord. We don't have the best relationship to say the least. No, to be honest, it's strained and complicated. But I respect the man enough.

"Yeah, something about stealing his girlfriend and marrying her."

There's so much wrong turns in that sentence alone.

I scoff. "Someone like Valenti doesn't do girlfriend."

"Well, someone like you didn't do either, but here we are." He claps back and I almost flinch in irony. Fucking Fioris and their smart mouths. I should've punched him for that, instead I focus on matter at hand.

"Who's the poor girl?"

"Goes by the name of Arcuri. Known in the circle as his long confidante."

My interest piques at that. It's another powerful name in New York. "I wonder what makes her switch sides."

"Giorgio is a manipulative bastard." Marco says simply, like it's the answer of the chaos escalating across the continent.

Indeed, he is. Giorgio Silveri is the game master. Always controlling the pieces in his chess board with a sole intent to win.