Letters To The Mafia Don

XVIII

The moment we arrived back at the house, Julian had left as soon as I stepped foot through the door. "Where are you going?" I had asked. 

"None of your concern, don't wait up." He had answered rudely. I could understand where he was coming from, he was pissed, we made a deal and I haven't lived through with it, but it wasn't like we had shaken on it or signed a contract. 

Despite Julian telling me not to wait up, I couldn't help but feel worried for his safety he may be a Mafia boss but he has enemies and the Russians are still out there. He had arrived home at two in the morning and unfortunately for me, he wasn't alone. I had been disturbed by the loud slamming of the front door closing and there were hushed whispers and groans. The house had been deadly silent and the noise had shocked me but I could feel a slight amount of relief as I realised he was home and safe. 

"Julian?" I yelled out through the house but received a loud groan mixed with a moan in response. "Julian?" I spoke a little quieter. I wrapped my dressing gown securely around my body and slowly made it down the stairs. "Julian," I repeated once more as I turned into the living room. "Oh my god!" 

There he was, in the throes of ecstasy. A red-haired woman was on her knees in front of Julian, pleasuring him for all she was worth. "Oh, look who it is! The woman of the hour!" He chuckled. "Don't be shy, join us! We'll make it worth-" He groaned, "-your while." His hand found the woman's head and he started to move her faster. I couldn't look away, I knew I should but I couldn't, it was disgusting. "Oh fuck. Charlotte put your hand here." He points at the woman's head, "I want you to move her head up and down." 

"Holy fuck! No, how could you suggest that." 

"Charlotte you will do this for me!" He bellows.

"I will not!" I growl back. He pushes the woman out of his way, tucks his thing back in his trousers and lays his hands on his hips. "You're always acting so domineering when I say no I mean no."

"Charlotte you will do as I say. I could have you killed for saying no to me and I don't think you would want your precious mummy and sister to do for you as well."

"You don't even know where they live." I scoff.

"Oh really? I have eyes and ears everywhere dear Charlotte, your little sister sleeping in her room, her yellow bedroom and your mother sleeping only two doors away from your sister." My heart stops, he knows where they are and what they're doing. He will kill them.

"If you hurt one hair on their head, I swear I will-" 

"You will what? Kill me? Ha, I don't think so. You don't have the desire to kill."

"Oh don't I? You don't think I've killed before, that I haven't seen someone die in front of me before."

"I know you haven't, your porcelain skin is so pure and untouched. It's clear and perfect. There is not one inch of your body that has been touched by blood." 

"It will not be so pure if you hurt my family. One hair," I hold up one finger in front of him,  "just one hair is all it will take for the end of your life." 

"You wouldn't have the balls." 

"I wouldn't?" I ask, surprised at adamant he was that I wouldn't hurt him. 

"No, you would not!"

"And why wouldn't I?" 

"Because I would kill you first." 

"Kill me then." 

"What?" The woman he had brought back had left long ago, probably found someone else to prey on. It was just us, a standoff with no audience. I was stood there in a robe, almost naked in front of him, he was there standing tall and keeping his guard where he needed it to be. 

"Kill me." I pressed. "If you don't want me to kill you for hurting my family then kill me now." He stammered. "Come on, it's not like I have anything to live for. I have nothing to look forward to and not many people would miss me." He froze. "See you can't, you can't kill me because you don't have the balls." I took a step towards him, he still hadn't moved from his place so I took two more steps. "You couldn't kill me because you don't have the desire to kill me, you would kill someone who royally pissed you off and I've done that yet you can't kill me. Why? Why can't you kill me?"

I was now stood in front of him, my hands splayed on his chest. "You can't kill me because you," I paused, my hands brushed down his shirt to his hips, I felt the hard object on his belt and slipped it from the loop, "love me." The muzzle was pushing in the skin of his chin. I could see his Adam's apple lift and drop. One hand stayed on his hip and slid down his thigh slightly. "Oh, you love me. That's why you can't kill me, that's why you want me gone because you love me. Well, I'll go, but I'll go tonight. Now, I'll leave."

I tip his head up so he was staring at the ceiling. "I like it when you're in this position, completely at my disposal at my every whim." My body brushed against his and his gulp was audible. "Is this a turn on for you? To have a gun pressed against your chin." 

"You called me domineering yet here you are." I laughed. 

"Oh, I never said I wasn't. I just said that you were, yet here you are practically submitting to me."

"I never submit." 

"But you are right now."

"No, I'm just letting you have fun before I take over." 

"And when will that be?" In a flash, I was flat on the sofa with the gun in between my lips as he straddled my waist. 

"Now." He smirked. "You've had your fun but I am the boss. You're right I couldn't kill you, not because I love you but because you are of use to me, although if you did die your death would be a minor inconvenience is all." I wanted to speak but I couldn't. "Suck it." I clasp my lips around the barrel of the gun and slide my lips down it. "You're such a good girl. Such a good girl indeed." I could feel him get harder on my stomach, heat pooled in my core. 

"Are you wet, Mio Amore? Do you mind if I check?" I couldn't say no but I couldn't say yes, not that I would say no. I moaned in response and he moved back so he was sat on my thighs. I shivered at the touch of his cold fingertips on my lips, "You are wet." He grins. "I won't do anything without your permission." I pushed the gun out from my mouth. 

"You weren't saying that earlier, you wanted me to make that woman give you a blow job." 

"Ah well, this is much more satisfying than a blow job. I want to make your legs shake."

"That won't be hard, I have anxiety." I retort. He laughs a loud laugh that filled the room.

"I'll make your legs shake with the anxiety of what I'm going to do to you." 

"I'd like to see you try." His legs loosen around my waist and I slide out from underneath him. "It's my bedtime, I'm moving out tomorrow." 

"We'll see about that." I blow him a kiss and turn away from him, heading towards my bedroom.

If only I knew that this would be one of the last times I would see him then I would have given him a proper goodbye.