@mention a user"Babe you taste so good"
"A, come on we need to go back to the funeral "
I cursed under my breath and got up not even bothering to help my newest candy in my bed Tiffany to get up.
An impatient knock startled me as I fixed my pants, and without waiting walks in my best friend and soon to be second in command Aj;
"Serio-.....Ah hell no nigga ; your dad has me walking around looking for your Italian ass while you in here smacking some pussy! Get your ass outside we in a church God dammit! "
"Chill Aj; my friend needed to work off some steam" I said laughing.
"You damn right . We're gonna be the bosses in a few hours come pay your respects to your mama and get this dope. "
Aj is like my twin. He's from Jamaica and with his locks, body and cute face; once we step out girls flock us. The Italian Trey Songz and the Jamaican Jason Derulo.
"Nuh mek me talk some Jamaica claat.... get your ass out! "
Shaking my head I turn out and go with Aj to my mom's grave side.
My dad was pretty quiet, he only shed a couple tears. Me...... I just stood up with my airphones on listening to music.....it's like somehow I couldn't bring myself to look at my mom.
She was the queen and my dads only girlfriend. She never judged dad because of what he did.
It pained knowing that my mom was killed. She didn't deserve this.
I just knew that when I go home I have my first murder to commit....the traitor that got my mom killed.
That's when I saw her.
Her glassy green eyes reminded me of my father's traitor. Her kinky black hair bounced around her collarbone. She had an hourglass figure. Her dimples stood out when she smiled at the grave not far from us ; there we're tears in her eyes. Her stretched out cotton blouse hid her full breasts and her skirt was too big but couldn't hide the firm rear she had. Just seeing her made me hard all over again and somehow I couldn't stop staring. She kneeled onto the old grave and prayed , she then placed the bouquet of roses she had with her on the grave and smiled.
I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her natural beauty. She felt....familiar. Then I saw her scars; they looked new.
I walked over. "Are you OK? "
She froze for a moment and then turned with her eyes still cast down. I waited to see if she would answer but then she flew into my arms sobbing and shaking. I couldn't help but hold her until she was calm.
"ABIGAIL!! YOU SLUT! GET OVER HERE YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO YOU BITCH"
I held on to her, "look at me"
She turned and looked up. I saw the black eye she was trying to hide; "Who is that person calling you? "
"My Foster father. He is my only family. I am an orphan. "
Ppp
I couldn't help this anger. She didn't look about 18. She was so helpless and scared and it pissed me off how this bitch was treating her.
"Nick! " I shouted.
Nick was my younger cousin and would be one of my trusted men. "Take her with you to the family tell father she will work for us"
I turned to the poor girl and as gently as I could I said "Go with him. Everything will be fine now"
By this time Aj and my father had come over and when my father glimpsed the poor girls wounds let's say pissed is too mild a term. "Where is this son of a bitch !?" He boomed.
And when some of the men pointed to the old mansion , he smiled a sadistic smile took a dagger from me and walked to the house with me at his heels.
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Once Upon A Mafia
RandomWhen Italian mob boss Enrique Sanato loses the love of his life, his empire is left in the hands of his only son Avrial, however, Amora, his wife has a secret that only Avrial knows... When the empire is left in Avarial's hands he knows the secre...
