Clandestine | 18+

38~Restraint in Order

Cherry- Lana Del Rey
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"Love is not a concept, it is a feeling. Some stare at their flesh and give you the oxygen of their blood, and some leave you with no oxygen to suffocate."
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Alonzo Pierce

"Well, I don't agree." Este- Camelli's high pitched voice was echoing through the room.

Most of my team turned to look at me, curious on how I would respond. Everyone except Dimitri. He was the unfortunate one who knew her identity, and was somehow spared.

"And on what don't you agree exactly?"

"It is a dumb move to mess with the Comorra. Do not steal their shipments. Do not stir the pot more than it already is being stirred." She tapped her stiletto shaped nails on the table. Red. Colour of blood.

I remembered how her nails scratched my back, how her hands gripped for dear life.

"Wouldn't their shipments give us profit?"

"Well, let's put it like this Mr. Pierce. You have a twin brother who has a great sense of fashion. You want to steal his clothes. Now, this would put you in a crossover. If you do? He gets mad at you. If you don't steal and talk it out, you will become familiar with each other. At this point if you ask, he will immediately give it to you."

I had to admit, I was almost convinced. And if I almost was, imagine my men.

"So you are suggesting we do a truce between the Italian mafias?" I directly stared into her eyes, still unbelieving that she is the same person who grown men fear.

"I suggest you leave it to me, actually." Whispers bursted through the room.

"And why should I leave it to you, exactly?" I ignored the whispers.

"Because they owe me something. Any questions?" The whispers grew louder, but I only stared into her eyes.

Of course they owe Clandestine something. Of fucking course.

"And what do you plan to do?"

"Well, I know you all here are men and would put this idea down, but I will throw a ball event. The Camorra would love this. Balls are never thrown for fun, they are fully social, with a glint of fun. Who knows? Maybe you will find a woman whom you like, since the Comorra has plenty." She smiled, and her eyes were on me.

Maybe I would.

But when trying to imagine someone else under me, only images of her popped up, and I clenched my jaw.

I hated her, there was no doubt for that. But lust? I couldn't control it. She was under my skin, flowing through my veins, as if the same heart that despised her, pumped blood with exactly her memory in mind.

She was also ruining our plan to look in love by coming here. The entire thing of why this started. We had to act. I had to act. I had to put my shit together.

"Now, slow down. Why would I get someone else when I have you?" I tilted my head right at the same time she did.

Dimitri, as if he knew what was going on, leaned back on his chair to look at the ceiling.

It seemed she also knew what I was doing, because it seemed she had forgotten too.

"Of course, but I wasn't talking about you, darling, I was talking about the men on your team. They get lonely here. No women. No fun." She smiled.

I knew that smile was rehearsed. Everything she did was. Sometimes I thought what would have happened if she didn't realize I had her mafia, and I didn't realize she was Clandestine.