The Mafia's Jewel (BWWM)

13

Today, I find myself sitting at a fancy resort, surrounded by Leone's mafia goons. The atmosphere reeks of tension masked by the luxury around us. I still don't understand why I've been invited to this meeting.

I don't belong to the mafia, yet here I am, seated among hardened criminals, trying to blend in. I can't help but take in the stunning view around me – the tall palm trees swaying in the breeze, the endless expanse of the ocean glistening under the sun, and the serene blue sky stretching above. A part of me longs to be at the beach, to be anywhere but here.

Leone's voice pulls me back to reality. He's addressing the group, discussing a recent gang shooting and speculating about who might be responsible. He drones on about some other mundane topics, and I find my mind wandering again. The beach, the waves, the feeling of sand between my toes – it's all I can think about.

"Jules, is something bothering you?" Leone's voice cuts through my daydream. I realize everyone is looking at me, waiting for an answer.

I snap back to reality, forcing a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I respond, trying to sound convincing.

Leone's eyes linger on me for a moment longer than I'm comfortable with, but he eventually turns his attention back to the rest of the group. He starts discussing their next mission, a new type of drug being manufactured at a factory in the northern part of Italy. He pulls out a small package, the one he took from the office during their last meeting.

"These are the samples," Leone says, passing the package around. I watch as it makes its way through the group, finally landing in Micheal's hands.

"Don't Micheal, you want to die?" Camellia teases him.

"Who says I'm gonna die? I want to get high," Micheal retorts with a grin.

Leone's patience is visibly wearing thin. "No one is getting high here," he snaps. "I need you all to be sharp-minded for this mission. This could be our next big money maker."

The group discusses the logistics of the mission, but I barely pay attention. Leone keeps glancing at me, making it hard to focus. Eventually, the meeting comes to an end, and everyone starts to disperse.

"Not you, Jules," Leone says, stopping me in my tracks.

"Ohh, you got in trouble," Camellia says with a wink as she passes by.

The room grows silent as the others leave. Leone takes a sip from his sparkling gold drink, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you alright, la mia amica del cuore?" he asks, his voice dripping with feigned concern.

"I'm fine. Just not myself today," I reply, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

Leone smirks. "I know many ways to make you feel better."

I glare at him, my annoyance barely concealed. "Look, that day was a mistake. I shouldn't have—"

"I still have your panties. They smell as sweet as you look right now," he interrupts, a sly grin spreading across his face.

I stand abruptly, anger bubbling up inside me. "If you're here to talk about sex, then I'm out of here."

Leone places his drink down, his demeanor shifting from playful to serious. "Well, since you say so, I need you to follow Micheal and Camellia for the job."

"And what do I get from this?" I ask, my tone sharp.

"You get to see the rest of Italy," he replies, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

The way he looks at me makes my skin crawl, but I know better than to refuse. This is the world I've been dragged into, and for now, I have to play along. I nod, my mind already racing with thoughts of how to survive this new assignment.