Finding Sebastian

Chapter 15

Pietro ran into Silvano's house without so much as knocking. His breaths came out in short pants. Along with running, he was pushing Sebastian in the stroller. His head was clamored with thoughts of what he would tell Silvano about the day's events. He is going to rip my head off! He kept on running until he came to the stairs and had to stop and pick Sebastian and the stroller up as one. It took effort, however, he had no place else to put the child. If his life weren't in danger, he'd dump Sebastian off somewhere where no one would find him. The thought of losing terrified Pietro; not for Sebastian's sake, but for his own.

He sprinted toward his room and, without knocking, forced it open. On Silvano's desk, was a naked woman who was lying on her back as Silvano thrust in and out of her. He played with her tits and pinched her nipples. He didn't so much as look up at his intruder. It was like he was used to this happening to him.

"What?" he growled out as he finally made eye contact with Pietro. He continued to thrust in and out without ceasing. The woman on the desk was mewling and thrashing around.

"The Ricci's," he breathed out, "they have my mother."

Silvano raised an eyebrow. "Why should I give a fuck?"

Pietro gulped. His flushed cheeks were almost white. The thought of telling Silvano the truth almost made him throw up. Alas, he knew he had to or else waiting would end up worse for him. He had to man up. "Because she knows who Sebastian's real parents are and she's helping them."

With that, Silvano pinched and twisted the woman's nipples so hard that she came undone and milked him with so much force, it brought him to his own demise. "Fuck," the woman breathed out.

Silvano thought the same thing. The woman he just had was a virgin. She had lied to him, which he was frustrated about, but at the same time, he didn't care. He enjoyed it. She was a sexy woman who was tight as hell and fit him perfectly. He pulled out and told her to leave. He specifically told her that she was his whore. She didn't mind. As long as she could have crazy, wild sex with Silvano, she was okay with anything.

She didn't even bat an eye. She hopped off of the desk, with nothing on, and walked toward Pietro. Her breasts bounced with every movement. Pietro gulped at the sight of them. He had never actually seen a woman fully naked before. She pushed her chest up against his own and took his hands and pushed one hand to her pussy and the other to her breast. He gulped. No woman had ever been this forward with him. "You want a taste?"

Pietro gulped once again. What was he supposed to be doing here? His mind was fogged with lust. He squeezed her breast and she moaned out in pleasure. She didn't know who this man was, but she like how big and calloused his hands were. He blushed and she smirked.

He quickly pulled his hands away from her body and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I have to talk with Silvano."

She pouted but stepped to the side. She watched as the man before her stepped around her and watched his ass as he walked. Tight and sensual. Maybe even better than Silvano's. She had to laugh. No one could compare to Silvano.

She promptly left without caring about being naked. She wanted everyone to know she had just fucked Silvano. Rather, he had just fucked her. And hard. And fast. And wild. And crazy. With that, she blushed and made her way down the steps.

Silvano ran his fingers down his hair after he pulled up his zipper. He sat down in his chair and leaned back. Whatever Pietro had to explain, it was only going to aggravate him further. It was better that he prepared himself for it now until being slammed with it from the side. "How did your mother find out?"

Pietro wrung his hands together as an anxious habit. "She figured it out after we saw the Ricci's in the market earlier today. My mom's a smart one, you know."

Silvano did not know, for he didn't keep tabs on older women who posed no threat to him. He would have to alter that now.

"What should we do?" Pietro asked nervously.

"Well," Silvano leaned further back I  his chair and brought his ankle up on his opposite knee, "we could either kill her or blackmail her. Of course, there are other options, but those two are my particular favorite."

"That's my mother! You can't be serious to think that I'd let you torture my mother like that!" His face was no longer void of color. Instead, it was now an angry red lighting up his face.

Silvano shrugged his shoulders, unfazed by Pietro. "Not my problem. It was your own fault. Now you pay the consequences." He removed his ankle from his knee and leaned forward on his chair and rested both forearms on his desk. "The way I see it, you either pay for it, or you precious mother does."

"Is there another way?" Pietro was desperate now. He couldn't allow his mother to be harmed because of him. Although, he did just drug his mother and left her out to dry. Or die. Whichever came first.

Silvano thought for a moment. Was there a way that wouldn't end up with him in jail? Probably. He couldn't risk going to jail. "Bring me Marcia Ricci."

Pietro's eyes bulged and his jaw fell open. "Are you kidding? Oliver will kill me!"

Silvano shrugged once again. To him, Pietro was just another pawn in his plan to have Marcia to call his own. He could see her in a slutty outfit, waiting for him to come home and make love like animals into the night. "It's either that or your mother gets a bullet in between her eyes. Pick or chose."

Pietro sighed. He knew he didn't have a chance. He'd have to get Marcia like he obtained Sebastian. Or, he could lure Marcia out with Sebastian! That could work. Now, he just needed to find out where the Ricci's were at the moment. "Are the Ricci's still staying at your place? That doesn't make any sense."

Silvano grit his teeth and clenched his fists together. "They left." Pietro didn't comment any further on the subject.

Knowing Silvano, he probably went too far and made them leave. No matter. He'd find where they were. It shouldn't be too hard for him.

"Will you at least help me?"

Silvano looked at the boy and let out a hearty laugh. Wiping away a tear from his eye, he regained composure. Pietro stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. "No. This is your job. I want my woman."

No thinking Silvano would hear him, he muttered underneath his breath, "Then get her yourself."

However, Silvano did hear him. Loud and clear to be exact. He pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up. All of his humorous demeanor was gone in a blink of an eyes.

Pietro's eyes were as wide as saucers. Silvano stalked over to him, grabbed his throat, and slammed him against the wall. Pietro thrashed around and used his fingernails to try and scrape Silvano's tightening hold off of his throat. Legs flaring, he couldn't seem to get out. Or breathe, for that matter.

Silvano put his face right up to Pietro's and glared with his grey eyes filled with storm clouds. With Pietro flailing around, he only tightened his grip. He was the boss. Not this insipid boy who couldn't even stand up for himself. "Would you care to repeat that, boy?"

Pietro was losing oxygen. He was choking, not able to get a word out. He shook his head, signifying that he would submit. Silvano's upper lip turned up in a sneer.

By Pietro's neck, he brought him back and slammed him against the wall twice. Pietro's head slammed against the wall which resulted in him feeling dizzy and having whiplash. He groaned in pain.

Silvano released his grip, allowing Pietro to fall limply on the floor. Pietro cling to his neck, breathing hard so he could taste the sweet oxygen filling his lungs. A foot connected with his ribs. He fell on his side in a curled position.

Silvano crouched down to Pietro. His hand lay on Pietro's head, pressing it into the ground as his face got close to his ear. "The next time you want to question me, don't."

With that, Silvano stood up and kicked Pietro in the stomach once again. "I expect results, Pietro," Silvano called over his shoulder. "By Wednesday I expect to see Miss Marcia in my bed."

That only allowed him two days. He groaned in pain and closed his eyes.