Bella Mafia

Chapter 4

(The Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas)

Vincenzo was seated at the main console in the security room.  He, Luca and Domenico were the only ones in the booth because he had wanted it that way, he didn't need anyone else knowing about her.

Luca's phone buzzed making Vin look over at him.  It was a text from Meo.  Their guests had arrived.  Luca texted back quickly and then turned to his boss.

"Abrielle and Calliope have just checked in.  Franco is taking their bags to their room and doing a security sweep first.  Meo and Niccola will be coming into range soon, they are escorting them to the club for the first show" he said pointing at the screen.

Vincenzo leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to the monitor in front of him, his body tensing up as the time ticked slowly by and then he saw her.

The pictures he saw did her no justice at all.  The best he could tell she was all legs.  They were gorgeous, athletic looking and the way they disappeared under her short dress made his crotch hum.

His eyes made their way slowly up to her ass.  It was perfectly round, just right to fit into his hands; then there was her waist.  Slim but not too much.  She was shaped just right.

"Come on" he muttered.  "Turn around baby" he said to the monitor, forgetting that two of his men were in the booth with him.

He watched her grandmother turn slightly in her motorized chair and then the girl turned.  Jesus H. Christ!  Her breasts were magnificent!  He zoomed in a bit, yeah he felt bad for about half a second until he caught a good glimpse of them.

Even though her dress was black, he could make out the silhouette of her nipples.  "F*uck me" he mumbled at the sight.  Then he saw her face.

She wasn't caked in makeup.  It looked natural and beautiful like she did.  Her hair was glossy and long and he had no problem imagining his hands wound up in it as he made love to her.

Calliope Mancini really was the entire package.  She had the looks, but did she have the personality and character to match?

He watched the young woman interact with her nona.  You could tell the way she spoke to her and sitting in a chair so she was at the older woman's level.  

He watched her gently tuck a strand of hair behind the woman's ear as they spoke, smiled and laughed with each other.

It was there.  At least the way she cared for her family.  That was genuine.  Abrielle moved her hand to the younger woman's knee as they continued to talk and then he saw Meo and Niccola come get them to escort them to the show.

Pushing a button, Vincenzo had a direct audio line to Meo's ear piece.  "Meo, I want you to give Ms. Mancini and Ms. Accardi my private table for the first show tonight."  Meo looked at the camera, nodding in acknowledgement of his new instructions.

He watched Calliope unwind herself as she stood gracefully, tugging to make sure her dress was down.  She conducted herself like a true lady.  She was just what the syndicate was looking for, for him in a wife.

Maybe after some time, he might could grow to like her, hell even tolerate her but he wondered if she would feel the same way as him, once she finds out that her father practically is giving her away to protect his own self and way of life.

He'd deal with that mess when the time comes but for now, he'd seen what he needed to see.  She might be here now, but she didn't know of him yet so he didn't see the harm in throwing one more good f*uck into his mistress before cutting her loose.

Standing up and fixing the jacket of his suit, he looked at Luca telling him that he was returning to the guest suite.  He never took any of the women that he bedded to his personal quarters but for Calliope, she would certainly be the exception.

While walking to the private elevators, Vincenzo sent a text to his flavor of the month, Randi, asking her to meet him at their usual place.  It didn't matter what she was doing, when Vinny called, she came running.  That's what he liked in his women.  Complete.submission.

Luca and Domenico stood watch outside the door until Randi arrived and then they retreated into their rooms, which were on either side of the guest suite.  They were never far away from their boss.

Vincenzo had already taken off his shoes, socks, jacket and shirt.  His belt was undone and so were his dress pants but they still hung on his body.  His state of undress had already worked Randi up into a lather, as she fell to her knees in front of him.

"Jesus, Randi" he said frustrated.  "Stand up for Christ's sake.  Come" he said, taking her hand.  You could tell by the look on her face, she wasn't too sure what was going on.

"Where we goin Vin?" she asked stupidly, making him already regret calling her.  "We're going to bed" he stated.  "Bed?" she tested the word.  They'd never done anything in bed.  It was always in the living room on the couch, love seat, floor, any surface available, they f*ucked on it.

Throwing back the rest of his drink, Vincenzo summoned the girl to in front of him.  She complied, that wasn't the issue, it was her eyes.  They looked vacant.  The lights were on, but she was definitely not there.

Sighing, he told her to just leave.  You could see the disappointment on her face but she knew better than to argue with the boss.  But before she left, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and then handed her five one hundred dollar bills and that seemed to make her happy.

That was all he needed to know right there.  He made a mental note to tell Luca that she was not going to be coming around any more.  She had served her purpose which was to get him off when he needed to decompress.

He had Calliope for that now and as much as he hated to admit it, he was going to need Luca's help with wining and dining her.  He knew nothing about these things, but Luca?  He was a ladies man through and through.

He never watched a woman walk away from his best friend unhappy.  They knew the score and what was expected of them and they were happy in that fact.  

Shaking his head, he poured another drink and threw himself on the couch, his head leaned back, eyes closed, thinking of her.

Vincenzo fell deep into thought wondering what her voice sounded like.  Did she sound as lady like as she looked?  He found he really knew nothing about her at all.  Something Antoine never did was give him any background on his daughter.

Of course, Vinny never asked for it, because at the time he didn't care, but now?  Now he was finding that he did care.  Maybe it was more curiosity than anything, he didn't know.  

What he did know was getting to know her was now the strategy of the hour and he was trying to figure out how to get Abrielle alone so they could speak more on the matter.

He had a feeling that once Calliope found out that her nona was aware of what was going on, he didn't know if their relationship would make it or not.  How would the young woman not think she had been betrayed by the one family member that meant the most to her?

Once his drink was gone, Vincenzo got dressed and summoned his men.  Meeting them outside the door to the suite, he told Luca that he was going back to his room and he needed him to come with, to help out with the logistics of everything.

Tomorrow would definitely be interesting, to say the least.  But he was looking forward to the challenge as he hadn't had one in a very long time and Calliope Mancini would provide that for him of that he was certain.