Shameless .

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Marcelo Rioz.

Hm.Hard mouth. Whore.  Snotty bitch . Fire eater. Red dress. Fucking crazy. What the hell do I call her?

Rich chocolate brown hair cascading wavy to her curvy hips - her hair was a bird nest as though she just woke up- I was mistaking when I said she wasn't even pretty.  Her almond shaped hazel eyes -cat eyes,  is it what they call it-  sparkled like flicks of flame. Fucking beautiful and wild.

When she fell on the grass ,  I caught a glimpse of her lingerie. Red lace. Damn. She had a blurt way of language. Never says please. I'm probably sure Sorry is neither part of her language . I watched as she got up and flicker her long hair. She was tall and the dress hugged her curves and edges . so sexy.

She still had slight make up on. What would she be like without make up. I sprayed the water over face . When she wiped her  face. Wow. Just wow. The morning sun glisten on her skin . Her olive skin. Strands of her wet hair stick on the side her face.Her full lips naturally cherry coloured , a natural black dot on top of her lips . Her sylph neck,  I saw how her pulse quicken. Was I having that effect on her? Her bosom wasn't busty neither was it flat. It suited her body just right. Her wet dress clinged on her ,  then I realize she had no bra on. Her swollen tits tracing out of the dress.

Her belly a little out,  as though she didn't stepped in a gym for some time. But her waist as slender as a spring onion. And her hips was damn hot. She had long fucking legs. Sexy ones too.  I wondered what she'd look like without the red dress on.

I would grab her  by waist and rip her of her dress and take her right on the car. Crazy ,  I know. But she wasn't my type of girl though  she turned  me on.  She was too wild for her own good. Too straightforward. Even if it was just a night stand,  I won't take her . I might just lose my temper and kill her.

"Why are you smiling at the fridge?" I snapped out of reverie.  "I've been waiting for the beer for a fucking  long time,  man"

"Does the fridge now have a nice arse,  you enjoy looking at?" Cameron asked sarcastically. I chuckled as I grabbed the beer from the fridge.

"It's your momma's arse " I tossed the beer to him. "Have a piece of it"

He laughed.

He was rather fortunate to have a mother who actually loves him,  Cameron. But his Dad was a stupid excuse for a man nor a father. Just like my old man.  Luis .Just sitting around in that hell of a mansion. Smoke tobacco and just order people around to do shit for him. Something very dark and malicious  ,  something you hold forever in your heart that would drag you down faster than gravity. He'd call that the family business . FUCK that.  All my life , I was trained to talk and to be in control.  Be a leader.

You can't be a Rìos D' Antonio  and be weak. How do you expect to lead the gang ? How do you expect to survive in the  mist of the deadliest mafiosi?

Three families from three different countries , three seats , one table. A bloody organisation.  Iraq, Italy and US. My family holds one of the three seat from Italy. US was a family called McCoy.  And Iraq was Saeed

They got me drowned into the organisation,  Drown my childhood  ,  my mother was included. She'd smoke long,  white menthol cigarettes,  her face slippery with ponds cold cream. My mother,  Sylvia ,  despite her social prowess ,  her charming ' mine hostess trolley' façade, was rather humourless; she found most people and most things vulgar and common,  and she was the kind of woman who would never eat a melon without using a knife and fork. She was from north Europe. And my dad an Italian.

I was once hovering in the spiral of that darkness. Till Chris pulled  me out. He groomed me like his son and I was forever indebted to him. He made me the man I am today. I loved to work for myself and earn an honest living. Last night was a family reunion . They did this annually. Where every member of Ríos family come together. But last night was a lot special because my young brother,  Marcos, just got back from rehab. He's a psychopath, I tell you.