Chapter 1 DISCLAIMER & CHARACTER DESCRIPTION LIST

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire ** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes I may forget. For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned! Please remember to follōw my sōcial medīa (Facēbook- Author NiMarie, Instagrām- nimarie.author, and TikTōk- author.nimarie) for the latest on updates, sequels, and new books. As always, thank you for the love and support! XOXO, NiMarie ** Characters (Please review as you read): Main Characters: Alberto Morello - Black hair, hazel eyes, 6’5. Nickname: Padrino Age: 39 yrs. Isadora Blanco Di Luca - Brunette hair, hazel eyes, 5’10. Nickname: Isa or Angel Age: 21 yrs. Edgardo Peralta - Black hair, hazel eyes, 6’3. Nickname: Ed Age: 35 yrs. Penelope Benedetti (Isa’s housekeeper friend)- Blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’6. Nickname: Pen or Little Girl Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: Aurelio Tony Rocco Paolo Alonzo- Traitor. Blanco Mafia Household: Francisco Blanco - Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. Giulia Blanc o- Isadora’s mother. Saul- Traitor Anita- one of the ‘girls’ . Other Capos: Raul Ventura Giles Santoro Lorenzo Santoro (Blanco) - Isadora’s half brother, 23 yrs. Others: Lucio- Isadora’s Dobermann. Bruno - tattoo guy. Lynette - piercing girl. Daniella - Padrino’s ex. Antonella Ventura - Lorenzo’s gf. Mattias Santoro - Isadora’s fuck buddy/ ex. Valentina Santoro - Mattias’ sister, blonde, 21 yrs. Places: Alvaro’s Casino Bruno’s Tattoos

Chapter 2 01 | Bloody Dealings

**WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER WARNING* Alberto’s POV “Where is he?” I asked my men as I rolled up my sleeves. “He is tied up in the back.” Edgardo replied, nodding towards the closed room. “Hmmm. And the men that helped him?” I asked them as I grabbed the machete and twirled it around. “Dead, Capo.” He replied quickly. “Good.” I said as I reached for the door handle. The room smelled of blood and metal, making me smile in satisfaction. I took a deep sniff of the air before my eyes met his. “Alberto.” Yaser coughed out before he spat blood all over the floor. “Don’t act so surprised, Yaser.” I chuckled as I grabbed his hair, pulling him to face me. “You didn’t expect me to not find out, did you?” “Those are lies. I would never betray you.” He cried out in panic, making me roll my eyes. “Shut up!” I roared, punching him across the face. “I hate it when you all act like whiny bītches. Take it like a man.” I said as I kneed him in the stomach, making him groan. “Luck is on your side though.” I sighed, sitting on the chair that Edgardo placed in front of him. “Please, Capo—” He was saying, making me massage my temples. “Just stop talking. Nothing you say will save you.” I informed him before looking at Edgardo. “How much?” I asked him. “Last time we checked he stole two million dollars in shipments.” He replied as I turned back to Yaser. “Two million?” I asked, nodding my head slowly. “And you really thought we wouldn’t notice?” “Capo, they forced me. They have my family and—” “Shut this asšhole up!” I told Edgardo, who punched him in the face. My men knew not to cover my victim’s mouths because I loved to hear them screām. It was a satisfaction like no other. Call me a sadistic. I don’t give a fūck. “Do you think he is large enough?” I asked Edgardo, making him chuckle. “We know that you’ll make it work, Capo.” He said, shaking his head. Yaser trembled in fear as he watched me stand at my feet. I nodded towards Edgardo and my other men, who started holding him down. “Capo, please, no—” He was whining while my men held his hand flat against the table as I raised the machete and sliced the tip of his fingers. “Ahhh!” He cried as the blood gushed out, making me smile in satisfaction. I fūcking live for these moments. “Stop crying. That was only the first cut. Not even a tiny fraction of the interest percentage I charge. You still have the principal two million to pay with your body and blood. Hopefully, we can make that happen.” I chuckled as I raised the machete again. ** Let’s just say that after hours, I was completely sore, drenched in blood and we didn’t even get close to chopping him up in two million pieces. Much to my dismay. I walked up the steps to my mansion in Miami as I removed my shirt. “Get the car detailed. You know how much I hate staining the seats with the blood of those asšholes.” I told Edgardo as he followed behind me. “Si, Capo.” He replied, walking off. “Alberto.” Daniella purred, licking her lips as she ran her hands up my bare chest. “I’m not in the mood, Daniella.” I hissed, pushing her hands off of me. She was so damn clingy, it was starting to piss me off. I hated women like that. I liked my women, badasš, good in bed, sexy, but non-clingy. Was that too much to ask for? There was only one woman that I wouldn’t mind being clingy and that woman was forbidden. I can never go there. Flashback It had been years since I had returned to Italy. I missed it so damn much, but things were busier than ever in Miami. It wasn’t easy running that side of the world, but it was about time I took some time off. “Alberto, my brother!” Francisco said, pulling me into his arms as he patted my back. Francisco Blanco was my best friend, my brother. We had been through thick and thin and nothing has ever or will ever come between us. We grew up together in the same town. We became even closer when our fathers partnered to kill the mafia king at that time. That was the start of the new era. The Blanco-Morello era. Our fathers ruled together and, therefore, we inherited the mafia when they were killed. We have become unstoppable. The only thing keeping us apart was the distance, because now I was in charge of the business in Antarctica, the North and South Americas while he took over Europe, Asia, Australia, and Africa. “Francisco. It’s been so long Brother.” I replied with a broad smile. “Because you’re a slave to the business.” He muttered as he motioned me to follow him. “You know that Isadora is still mad at you. She said that you don’t love her because you never visit her.” He added with a shake of his head. “You never take her when you visit, you motherfūcker.” I replied with a punch to his shoulder. “I will make it up to my angel though.” I continued with a smile as I followed him inside. “I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.”“You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.”“Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life. I looked away, avoiding to look at her as she descended the stairs. “Padrino remembers that he has a figlioccia?” She asked sarcastically, forcing me to look back at her just as she stopped inches away from me. “How are you, my little angel?” I managed to ask without drooling. “I’m good, Padrino.” She replied as she wrapped her hands around me, pressing her very nice and round tīts against my chest. I needed her to get away before they noticed my cōck greeting them. “That’s great, Isa.” I said, clearing my throat as I pushed her away gently. “Your gift arrives tomorrow.” I told her, trying to change the subject. “Oh!” She said with a huge smile, making her look even more perfect. “What is it?”“If I told you, then it would no longer be a surprise.” I replied, making her pout. I wish I could suck on those pouting lips. Fūck! No, I don’t. I’m not some sick pedophile. “Go get your mom and meet us at the dining table, Principessa.” Francisco told her, forcing her to groan before going back up the stairs. “Dio, she has my temper.” Francisco chuckled, making me shift uncomfortably as I looked away. How could I ever look my best friend in the eyes after lusting over his teenage daughter and my goddaughter? Now more than ever, did I have to put distance between us. I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to not pursue her if I constantly saw her. That was it. I will avoid visiting Italy at all cost. End of Flashback I shook the memory out of my mind, finding Daniella, semi-naked and on her knees with her hands on her thigh in front of me. What the fūck! Did I dose off for that long? I looked around, finding myself in my office. “I’m ready to please you, Capo.” She whispered, looking straight at the ground and making me raise my brow. Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood, but after that brief walk down memory lane, my cōck was begging for attention. Even though she wasn’t my little angel, she would have to do. “Strip.” I commanded her lowly as I unbuckled my belt and removed it from the loops of my pants.

Chapter 3 02 | Bloody Fūcking

Alberto’s POV “Wrists.” I muttered as she lifted her wrists together for them to be tied. I wrapped her wrists tightly with my belt, making it so tight that she released a whimper. “On the couch.” I told her as she quickly got to her feet and sat on the couch, keeping her eyes on the floor. I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper as I stared at her naked body. “Spread those legs for your capo.” I told her as I grabbed my cōck and started stroking myself. She opened her legs as far apart as she could, reclining back just a little bit in the process. “Arms up, Slūt.” I said, causing her to moan softly. Daniella was a sucker for degrading, which was why she had lasted as long as she had. I loved degrading women in bed. It was sort of my thing. I walked closer to her, finding her completely wet and ready to be fūcked. “Well, aren’t you just a needy little whōre?” I chuckled as I grabbed her by her hair and brought her closer to my cōck. She quickly opened her mouth, forcing me to wrap my hand around her throat. “Did I tell you to open your mouth?” I hissed in her ear as she squirmed on the couch, getting her juices all over it. “No, Capo.” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Now, you won’t get to suck my cōck.” I told her before pulling away as I continued to stroke myself. “Turn around.” I commanded her as she quickly flipped on her stomach. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and threw her over the arm of the couch. “You know what a little slūt like you deserves?” I whispered in her ear as I pulled her asš up higher before smacking her asš hard. “Fūck.” She moaned loudly, making me grab her by her hair again. “No fūcking talking!” I hissed as I smacked her other asš, equally as hard. “I only want to hear your moans or your wet pūssy receiving my hard cōck. Do you understand?” I asked her as she quickly nodded, wiggling her asš against my erect cōck. Most people would be disgusted about fūcking a man drenched in blood, but Daniella always seemed to be turned on when I got home all bloody and shīt. I reached for her wet pūssy, smiling in satisfaction when I found her dripping and completely ready to take my cōck. That’s something about me. I will fūck. Fūck a lot actually. But there were rules. The first being no talking in the bedroom. I am talking about the females, of course. I don’t do love-making, just fūcking so I could care less if the females enjoyed themselves or not. No kissing. And lastly, I will not go down on a female. These rules wouldn’t apply to my future wife, but of course, I don’t plan on having one. Especially not after meeting the woman of my dreams and, since I know I can’t have her, I will just fūck whoever, whenever. I pushed her head lower on the other side of the armrest, forcing her asš even higher. Without further hesitation, I thrust right into her awaiting pūssy and fūcked her hard and fast. “Is this what the whōre wanted? To be fūcked hard by her capo?” I grunted as I felt my balls clap against her clīt. Her moaning was the only answer I needed to fūck her faster. I groaned louder when her pūssy started clenching around my cōck. “Cūm for me, Whōre.” I murmured as her pūssy clenched harder before it released her juices around my cōck. “Fūck!” I panted, pulling out of her pūssy as I continued stroking myself while my hand reached for her asšhole. My hand moved lower, collecting some of her juices and spreading it around her back opening. She whimpered, knowing exactly what was coming to her. “Shut up!” I hissed, connecting my palm against her asš again, making her moan. I gripped her waist tightly as I held my cōck against her hole with my other hand. I didn’t give her any warning as I pushed myself all the way into her back opening, causing her to gasp at the introduction. “Take it like the whōre that you are.” I grunted as I pushed in and out of her repeatedly. Before I knew it, I was groaning as I came inside her tight hole. “Shīt.” I panted, squeezing my eyes close as I coated the inside of her asš. I released my grip on her waist and pulled out. I walked around the couch and removed the belt from her wrist. “Get someone in here to clean this shīt up.” I told her as I put my cōck back in my pants and walked out of my office. “Capo.” Edgardo creeped up behind me as I was going up the stairs. “Will I ever make it to the shower?” I sighed as I turned around to face him, rubbing my face tiredly. “What?”“Blanco is on the line. He said that it’s very important.” He told me, making my eyes grow wide as I quickly grabbed the phone from his hands. “Fratello?” (Italian for “Brother?”) I asked quickly. “Ah, Alberto! Quasi dimenticavo il suono della tua voce.” (Italian for “I almost forgot the sound of your voice.”) He chuckled, making me roll my eyes. “You asšhole.” I muttered in annoyance as I exhaled in relief. “And here I was worried that something happened to one of you.”“It’s Isadora.” He sighed, causing my heart to beat out of my chest. “What happened to her?” I asked in panic as I gripped the railing tightly. “Her twenty-first birthday is coming up and she only asked for one thing.” He told me, making me relax as I motioned for Edgardo to leave before I made my way up the stairs again. “And what does my angel want this time?” I asked him as I imagined how beautiful she must look now. I mean in person, of course. I have seen her plenty of times in pictures. “You.” He replied, causing me to almost choke on air. I couldn’t have heard that right. “She said that if you don’t show up for her birthday, not to bother sending anything either. She is quite upset about you not visiting since before her sixteenth birthday.” He told me. “Franc—” I was saying when he interrupted me. “I get you are a busy man, Alberto, but you are her godfather for a reason. You were supposed to be another father to her.” He said, making me clench my fists at my side. That was exactly the problem. There was no way that I could ever see her as my goddaughter, even less daughter, ever again. “I also need your help handling some matters here, so I will not take no for an answer.” He said, making me internally groan. “When is it?” I asked as I massaged my temples. “Tomorrow.” He replied quickly, forcing my eyes to fly open. “Fūcking shīt, Francisco.” I shouted, walking towards the overhead shower and turning it on. There was no way I could get out of it this time. “Like I said. I won’t take no for an answer, Alberto. See you tomorrow night.” He said as he ended the call. I leaned over the countertop with my head down and eyes closed. ‘I can do this. I can do this.’ I told myself before opening my eyes and looking up in the mirror. ‘You are fūcking Alberto Morello. You fear nothing and no one. It’s only a few hours anyway.’ I sighed before removing my clothes and jumping in the shower. If only the water washed away my desire like it was washing away the blood.

Chapter 4 03 | Isadora Blanco

Alberto’s POV Sleep? It’s been years since I have experienced a decent sleep. And today was no different. I mean who could sleep when, in just a few hours, I will see my angel again. When I say see her again, I mean, physically, since I have plenty of her pictures, lying around my room and office. Just because I have stayed away, doesn’t mean Francisco hasn’t sent me pictures that I have had printed in different sizes. Now, here I was, sitting in my private jet on my way to Italy with a drink in one hand and my angel’s photo in another. I always carry this specific picture in my wallet. It was my favorite of hers. One that I didn’t get from her father, but from her I******m account. Not that I knew how to use that social media shīt, but the men I had keeping an eye on her told me about them and helped me navigate it. This one was of her at the beach on spring break. That little teeny swimsuit always did a number on me. “Capo.” One of my guys called to me, making me turn from the barstools. My fūcking back hurt from the position I had for God knows how long as I stared at her picture. I motioned for him to talk as I sipped on my Remy Martin. “The pilot said we will be arriving soon in case you want to freshen up.” “Do I look like I need to freshen up?” I asked with a raised brow, making him nervous. “You have a death wish?” Edgardo asked him with a chuckle. “No, sir.” He mumbled before excusing himself. I shook my head before walking towards my private room. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face after placing my angel’s photo on the counter. I was drying my face when my eyes found hers in the picture again, making me groan. “I’m so fūcking weak when it comes to you.” I said under my breath. “You have me bewitched or something.” I closed my eyes, trying to control my hard-on, unsuccessfully, of course. “This is the last time.” I told myself for the fiftieth time this month as I unbuckled my pants and pulled my cōck out. My eyes rolled back when my large hand wrapped around my shaft. I took a deep breath as I looked at her overflowing breasts in the picture. I moved my hand back and started stroking from base to tip at a steady pace, feeling my balls tighten. “Cazzo, Angel.” I whispered, closing my eyes and imagining her on her knees in front of me. My hand sped up on its’ own, seeking my member’s release desperately. Before I knew it, I groaned, feeling fūcking close, but a knock came on the door, making me curse at the person. “Capo, we have begun descending.” The voice said before I heard the footsteps retreating. I inhaled deeply, knowing my poor cōck will have to wait for tonight to be properly released. Clearly, a suicide mission since it would be more sensitive than normal, having my angel around. I shoved my stiff cōck back in my pants before walking out. I quickly took my seat and buckled up before setting my head back and resting my eyes. ** I quickly changed into my custom suit before exiting the jet, since we calculated the trip with just enough time to arrive as my angel makes her appearance. I didn’t want to stay too long after either, because I can’t trust myself right now. Edgardo got in the driver’s seat of my Lambo and drove us to Francisco’s. It didn’t matter how long we had been away, everything was exactly the same. The roads, the traffic, and Italy’s natural beauty. Miami was beautiful, but it had nothing on Italy. It almost brought a smile to my face. Almost. As soon as Edgardo put the car in park, I was tempted to tell him to turn back, but I kept remembering what Francisco said about my angel. I can’t have her even more mad at me. I took a deep breath, opening the door as the photographer flashed a picture of me, making me roll my eyes. Francisco really thought this was some sort of fūcking premier. Not that my angel was anything, but a goddess, yet I knew no photo would do her justice. I motioned my men to follow me through the back door. I wanted to avoid too much attention, especially from Francisco, since I still had my dīck semi-hard and how the hell would I explain that to him if I just got here. I can get myself a drink, cool down, and then look for him. He would be too busy with guests anyway to even notice. “Whiskey, Capo?” A female dressed in a uniform whispered in my ear, making me turn to her. I grabbed one of the glasses from her tray before shooing her off. I didn’t have time for little slūts right now. I hadn’t noticed the soft music in the background with several people mingling in different areas. Everything looked straight out of a magazine, not that I expected anything less for the Queen of this house. She was Francisco’s only weakness too. Not even his wife of however many years could bring him to his knees. The music came to a halt as the announcer spoke through the microphone. He was talking a whole bunch of shīt that I really didn’t have time for. But one thing I knew for sure, he was making way to present her. The birthday girl. My goddaughter, Isadora Blanco. The one that I have been avoiding for years so that I wouldn’t fall into temptation. Most may think that I’m the worst godfather in the world, but fūck it. If I was anywhere near her, I wouldn’t have held back this long. I would have bent her over any and every surface and fūcked her into unconsciousness. But she didn’t deserve it. She is an innocent little girl that didn’t deserve to be part of our world and especially not have a ruthless fūck like me lusting over her. Even though I wasn’t listening, my eyes made their way up to the top of the stairs. Maybe it was instinct, but the moment my eyes reached the top, my breath hitched. There she stood. Fūcking beautiful and perfect like no one I have ever met. Tall, olive-skinned queen with beautiful brunette hair styled to the side. She wore a long white fitted dress with a high as fūck slit and a plunged neckline that made my hold around my glass of whiskey tighten. She looked like a fūcking angel. My angel. I closed my eyes briefly. She isn’t mine and can never be mine. I just had to get that into my fūcking head. I knew it was a bad idea to come here, but Francisco insisted. He said that he would never forgive me if I missed it and that she wouldn’t either. I took deep breaths, trying to control myself. ‘You can do this. It’s only a few hours.’ I told myself as I opened my eyes. ‘The fūck I can.’ I hissed to myself when my little angel placed a kiss on some motherfūcker that wasn’t me. My blood boiled at the sight, making me squeeze my hand tightly around the glass tumbler, causing it to shatter in my hand. The shattering glass caused everyone to turn to me, making me clear my throat uncomfortably. My eyes never left her face as she pulled away from the asšhole’s face and turned to face me. The moment our eyes met, she smiled. But it wasn’t an innocent smile and she confirmed it when she bit her bottom lip ever so gently, making me internally groan. She lifted her leg slowly, making her way towards me as her hips swayed from side to side. My cōck was hard as fūck. Uncomfortably hard at that and I was sure that if I didn’t move soon, someone would see it. But my feet were glued to the ground, confirming something else. That I was fūcked.

Chapter 5 04 | One Moment

Alberto’s POV I was pissed but I had managed to keep my poker face on all night. Lucky for me, no one noticed. I also controlled my drinking because drunk Alberto would have shot a few, no questions asked. “Alberto, fratello.” (Italian for Alberto, brother.”) Francisco called me over. Fūck! And here I thought I could sneak away to my bedroom. I still can’t believe I agreed to stay here too. Bad decisions, one after another. “Francisco.” I replied, raising my watered down whiskey glass. “I was just heading out. I have a slight headache.” I told him as he nodded at me. “Mi piacerebbe sedermi con te domattina.” (Italian for “I'd like to sit with you in the morning.”) He told me as he puffed on his cigar. “Dammi un momento, gattina.” (Italian for “Give me a moment, kitten.”) He told the woman sitting on his lap. I don’t get how his wife doesn’t give him shīt when he does that in her face. But hey, if it worked for them, who was I to judge them? He smacked the woman in her asš before standing on his feet and approaching me. “Immagino che rimarrai fino alla fine del mese?” (Italian for “I’m guessing you will stay until the end of the month?”) He asked as he got close to my ear. I looked up at him with brows furrowed. I could barely survive one night. “You told me that you would help me kill Ventura the day of the annual meeting between capos.” He whispered before puffing on his cigar again. Fūck. I had said that, but I had forgotten any agreement when my sole focus had been staying away from Isadora. “I won’t take no for an answer, fratello.”“Yes, I know what I agreed to.” I replied with a slight annoyance. “I also don’t like that tone you are using.” I said through clenched teeth as I glared at him. “You are right. I just wanted to make sure that I could still count on my brother. America has made you forget your family.” He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table. I wrapped a hand around her throat, bringing her lips to mine. In my mind, I only had to do one thing to get in the mood. Imagine that her lips were Isadora’s. And that got me more than ready to fūck and fūck hard as usual. I didn’t typically do kissing, but imagining my angel’s lips would be more than enough to have my balls twitching. “Allora non dire che non sono un buon padrone di casa.” (Italian for “Then don’t say I’m not a good host.”) Francisco shouted after me when I pulled whatever her name was out of the living room. I was walking down the hallway when Isadora came out of a room, wiping her nose clean. What the fūck? Before I could say anything, that guy that had kissed her and a few other people walked out. I gritted my teeth together as my hold around the woman I was getting ready to fūck tightened. “Padrino.” (Italian for “Godfather.”) She said, batting her eyes until her eyes flickered to my hand around the woman’s waist. Her eyes turned cold as she wrapped her arm around the arm of the fūcker that had kissed her, making me want to slit his throat on the spot. And maybe I will look for him later and actually do it. “Isadora.” I replied coldly. “I’m assuming your friends are heading out?” I asked her as I looked at each one of them in warning. Let them say something stupid and their lousy lives ended here and now. “Actually,” She said with a smile. “Mattias was spending the night.” She added, batting her eyelashes as she looked up at the fūcker who smiled down at her. He then did something that sentenced him to death. He lowered his hand, squeezing her big fat asš. It took everything in me to not pull out my Beretta and put a bullet through his chest. “I’ll see you in the morning, Padrino.” She whispered as she approached me, placing a soft kiss very close to the top of my mouth. Fūck. She had my cōck saluting her like no other woman could and all she did was give me a kiss and not even in the mouth at that. She walked away as did everyone else, making me take a deep breath. I walked towards my room, quickly slamming the door after me. “You seem tense.” The woman that wanted my dīck purred. I totally forgot she was with me. “I am. And I am totally not in the mood anymore. Good night.” I shoved her out of the room without further thought, slamming the door after her again. I was so pissed and the only way to take out my anger was if I went out there and killed that fūcker. What was his name… Mattias? Yes, she said Mattias. Lucky for Mattias… Or should I say unluckily… He was officially a dead man. Then the thought hit me. Was my little angel doing drugs? She couldn’t possibly do that. There was no way Francisco would allow that shīt. I will have to have a serious conversation with her tomorrow. I removed my gun from my holster, placing it down on the bedside table before stripping. I needed a cold shower to cool down. I needed to cool down before I went out there and shot that fūcker right in front of her. I jumped in the shower quickly, letting the water run over my tense muscles. I was so annoyed that not even the water could cool me down. I should have fūcked that bītch. I took a deep breath before getting out of the shower. I quickly dried my body before throwing my towel over the bathroom door. I walked to my bed, getting under the covers without getting dressed. There was no point in wearing clothes since it made me hot throughout the night and I ended up naked anyway. I lay there for some time with my arms behind my head. I groaned, flipping on my side and my back facing the door as I sought the sleep that I needed. Sleep to prevent me from scaring my little angel for killing her ‘friend’. I forced my eyes closed, focusing on calming my rage to the point of sleep, when I heard the door open slowly. Did I forget to lock it? I have to admit that I always forgot to lock doors because I feared nothing and no one. I turned around, looking towards the door as the figure tiptoed inside. She turned around to close the door softly so as to not wake me up when I made my way behind her just as quietly. The moment she had the door closed, she turned to find my face inches from hers. I had so many fūcking questions running in my head, but none of them would come out of my mouth as her eyes hypnotized me. “Isadora.” I whispered, trying to keep my eyes from lowering past her neck. Heaven forbid that because my whole body was exposed and as it was, I was struggling to keep my cōck down. “I couldn’t sleep, Padrino.” She whispered, placing her hands on my chest. Fūck, don’t do that. I closed my eyes as I focused completely on my rising erection. “What’s wrong, Padrino?” She asked sweetly. “Can you not tuck me in?” She whispered in my ear, making me bite down a groan. “You aren’t a baby anymore, Isa.” I replied, opening my eyes as I looked into hers. Definitely, not a baby anymore. “I’m glad you agree that I’m not a baby anymore.” She murmured as she wrapped her hands around my neck, making me gulp. Her body was literally inches from my naked one. “Isa.” I panted, feeling every desire of mine rush down south. “Padrino?” She asked as her tongue wet her lips slowly. “Since you can’t tuck me in, at least wish me a good night.” She said, pouting at me. Fūck. A good night, I could do. “Good ni—” I was saying when she crashed her lips down on mine. What the fūck!

Chapter 6 05 | Two Conditions

Alberto’s POV This was so wrong but yet felt so fūcking right. The way her lips moved against mine and her tongue caressed mine, had me ready to explode. This. I. Fūck. I can’t. “Isa, please.” I blurted out when I pulled her off my lips. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. I saw the way you looked at me.” She said as she bit her lips. “What way?” I faked ignorance, knowing damn well that I wanted to explore every inch of her perfect body. “Like you wanted to bend me over and fūck me like a little slūt.” She said, making my eyes grow wide. She wasn’t far from the truth, but hearing it come out of that perfect little mouth, did a number on me. Now I didn’t just want to fūck her ruthlessly, I wanted to spank her and teach her who was boss. But I knew I couldn’t. Not her. Not my angel. “Isa, I don’t know—” I was saying when she placed her finger over my lips. “Don’t deny it. I know you want me as much as I want you.” She whispered as her hand reached for my cōck, wrapping her fingers tightly around it. “Fūck!” I blurted out, feeling so fūcking turned on. “See? You can’t deny it. This big cōck wants nothing more than to thrust in my tight little pūssy.” She said, making my eyes roll back. This can’t be happening. This is my angel. She can’t be talking like that. She can’t be begging me to dominate her. I was one word away from fūcking her against the wall. One fūcking word. I closed my eyes and remembered who she was and where I was. Shīt. I can’t. It didn’t matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn’t do that to Francisco and especially not to Isa. “Isa—” I was about to speak when she released my throbbing cōck, pushing me towards the bed. “Wait! What are—” I whispered in panic as my back legs hit the bed, making me fall. “If you aren’t going to fūck me, then I guess I will have to do all the work.” She said, smirking at me as she climbed on my lap. “No, Isa—Ah, fūck!” I grunted as she sank her tight pūssy on my cōck. “Padrino!” I heard her say, making my eyes fly open. It was still dark in my room because of the blackout shades, but I could see that Isa was holding a breakfast tray with some coffee. “Isa?” I croaked out. She would be the one to bring me breakfast when I had a fūcking wet dream about her. My tent was probably visible so I flipped sideways. “Papa said you probably had a hangover and weren’t going to come down. I told them that I would bring you breakfast in bed.” She said, placing the breakfast tray on the foot of the bed. “Thank you, Isa. I do have a slight headache.” I lied, squinting my eyes. “Weird. I didn’t see you drinking a lot last night.” She said with brows furrowed, making me gulp. She was watching me? “I probably didn’t sleep well.” I blurted out, making her look into my eyes. I sat up slowly, grabbing the coffee as she sat next to me. Did she have to sit so close to my hard cōck. It made me just want to pull her onto my lap and fūck her harder than anyone ever has. “I wanted to talk to you.” She whispered, looking away and making me set my coffee on the tray again. “About?” I asked her, pulling her by her chin to face me. Fūck her skin was soft. “What you saw…” She trailed off, making me take a deep breath. I wish she was talking about the asšhole touching her, but I had a feeling it was about the drugs and that made me even more pissed. “I’m listening.” I told her tensely, releasing my hold on her chin. “I don’t do it all the time. Just on special occasions.” She said quickly as I watched her with a raised brow. “I swear, Padrino. Please don’t tell papa.” She begged, grabbing my hand. “I won’t say anything under two conditions.” I told her. “Wait! What? It’s always one.” She complained. “Not with me. Take it or leave it.” I told her, hiding the smile that was threatening to show. What the fūck was wrong with me? I never smiled. “Fine! What is it?” She said, crossing her arms over her chest, making me stare at her breasts for longer than I should have. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look at her face again. “One, you never touch that shīt again. Any of it. You fūcking hear me?” I told her. “And believe me, I have my ways of finding out.”“Done.” She said with a smile, making my heart flutter like a fūcking teenager. “Two, you tell me who introduced you to them.” I said, making her smile vanish. “I-I—” She stuttered, gulping before looking away. “Don’t fūcking lie to me, Isa. I also have my ways of finding out about that.” I told her, grabbing her chin so she could face me, making her sigh. “Fine. It was Mattias.” She whispered, pulling her chin out of my hold and looking away again. If he was a dead man yesterday, he was definitely going to be a tōrtured dead man today. “Is he your boyfriend?” I asked as I brushed her cheek with my thumb. I don’t know what spirit made me ask that, but it was too late to take it back. “Pfft. No.” She shook her head with a smile. “He is just my fūck buddy.” She blurted out before her hand flew to her mouth. “I didn’t say that.” She said, standing to her feet. I clenched my fist at my side as I controlled my anger. I don’t know what was worse. Them dating or them just casually fūcking like my angel was some sort of whōre. She was the furthest from that. “I will pretend like I didn’t hear what you fūcking said.” I said through clenched teeth. “Is that everything that you wanted to talk about?” I asked her as she shuffled on her feet. “Yes. Thank you for coming to my birthday, Padrino.” She said with a smile as she leaned forward. It was usual for us to kiss each other’s cheek, so I turned to kiss hers as she turned to mine at the same time. Neither noticed until our lips had touched. I thought she would pull away, but she deepened the kiss, making my eyes go wide. There was no way that I was dreaming again. No fūcking way. The moment her tongue requested access to my mouth, I snapped out of my hypnotized state, pulling away. “Isa, I—” I was saying when her eyes opened as her hand touched her swollen lips. “I don’t know how that happened.” I said, looking at her in panic. “How what happened?” She asked innocently before placing a kiss on my cheek and walking away. The moment the door closed, I placed my head back on the headboard in shock. There was no way I had imagined that. No fūcking way.

Chapter 7 06 | Birthday Wish

Alberto’s POV I finally pulled myself together and chugged the now cool coffee before getting up. I walked into the bathroom and jumped inside the shower quickly. I looked down at my erection and sighed. “Maybe tonight, bud.” I mumbled before grabbing some of my Dior shower gel and scrubbing my body with it. Before I knew it, I was drying myself with a towel. I set the towel over my shoulders as I grabbed my toothbrush, squeezing the minty toothpaste over it. I quickly brushed my teeth and wiped my mouth with the hand towel on the cabinet. After flossing and using my mouthwash, I hung my towel and headed back into my bedroom. As soon as I looked up, my eyes grew wide in shock. “Padrino!” Isa gasped as her eyes grew wide. Fūck! I wasn’t expecting her to return. “Isa.” I groaned, hiding my cōck with both hands before turning around. “Can you give me a moment?”“Hai bisogno che mi giri?” (Italian for “Do you need me to turn around?”) She asked me, making me turn my face to the side. I saw her eyes roam my back slowly. I totally felt like she was eye fūcking me, but that can’t be. “Can you?” I gulped as she laughed, covering her eyes with her fingers. “Girati, Isadora.” (Italian for “Turn around, Isadora.”) I told her, closing my eyes to control my growing erection yet again. And I had just gotten it under control. “Guastafeste.” (Italian for “Party pooper.”) She muttered before turning around. I swear if she doesn’t stop her teasing, I don’t know if I will be able to hold back. I mean, I don’t think she means it as a tease, but that’s how my fūcking cōck is taking it. I quickly walked towards the drawers and pulled on my black Calvin Klein boxers. As I was walking towards the closet, she started talking. “So…” Isa’s voice came over my shoulder, making me jump. “Fūck.” I hissed, making her laugh. “I didn’t think you were such a…” She said, making me face her. I glared in warning as she pursed her lips. “Jumpy person.” She finished with a smile. “Why did you come back?” I asked her as I turned towards the closet again, grabbing my black trousers and putting them on. “Papa.” She sighed. “He left for the warehouse and said to tell you to meet him there.”“Okay.” I replied as I grabbed my black dress shirt. “Was that all?” I asked, buttoning my shirt quickly. “Actually, no.” She said, smiling widely. “I need a ride.”“Where’s your car, Isa?” I asked her with brows furrowed. I know for a fact that her father wouldn’t have her carless. “I let Mattias borrow it.” She whispered as her hands reached forward to finish buttoning my shirt. I tried to swallow, but my throat had gotten so fūcking dry from her proximity. I couldn’t even think straight. “Why?” I practically moaned before clearing my throat. ‘She is just buttoning your shirt, Alberto. Get it together.’ I chastised myself. “He needed to get to his dealer and—” She was saying, making me clench my jaw. “You’re joking, right?” I asked, making her smile. “He needed to meet up with some friends.” She giggled as she placed her hands flat against my chest. “And he didn’t have his Porsche here.” I can’t even bear to talk about the fūcker. I already hate him so much. “Where do you need a ride to?” I asked her, walking out of the closet and making her sigh. I couldn’t have her hands on me any longer. My pants were tight as fūck again. “To the warehouse, of course.” She replied, batting her eyes. I squinted my eyes at her, waiting for her to explain herself. “Must you know everything?” She asked, rolling her eyes. My hand instinctively reached for her neck, squeezing lightly as I brought her face towards me. The dominant alpha in me had slightly taken over. “Watch your mouth, young lady.” I muttered as I watched her bite her bottom lip. “Si, Padrino.” She replied as she rubbed her legs together, almost making me loose it again. Fūck, this was dangerous. Isadora’s POV Let’s just say that when I set my eyes on something, I don’t stop until I get it. The problem this time was that he wasn’t like the others. He was my padrino and that complicated shīt so fūcking much. But if I must be honest, it turned me on even more. It didn’t matter how complicated it was though. I was going to make it happen. I’m a Blanco and we always get what we want. That’s why I came back into his room. I needed an excuse to see him again. When we kissed, I immediately knew that I would be able to get him in my bed sooner than I had anticipated. And boy did I want him to fūck me and tame me so fūcking bad. I don’t know if he feels attracted to me like I feel with him, but I will make it happen. No one has ever resisted my charms and I had a plan in place to make him mine. I have been thinking about my seduction plan since my eighteenth birthday. I expected him to visit that year, but he didn’t show up, making me angry at him for some time. “Si, Padrino.” I replied to him when he went all dominant on me. Honestly, I came a little. And that was just from him showing his dominance. The fūcking moment he touches me where I wanted, I’m sure I’ll be his personal cūm machine. And no, I would not mind him making me feel good that many times. I grabbed the hand he had placed around my neck and gently squeezed it. If he didn’t let go of me now, I would rip his pants off to see his very large cōck again. I didn’t want to seem desperate though. I wanted him, but I wanted to tease him first and make him lose his mind. That’s how I always have them eating out of my hands. But again, he is different. I have a feeling that he will be able to satisfy my every desire and fantasy. He finally released his hold on my neck, rubbing his fingers gently over the hand print that I’m sure he left behind. “I’m sorry, angel.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I tend to lose my temper quite easily.”“I understand.” I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. He gulped, pulling away quickly. “I will change really quickly and meet you in the car.” I told him before walking off. “You never told me why you wanted to go to the warehouse.” He shouted after me, making me stop. ‘Right. Because that was a bullshīt excuse to get closer to you.’ I thought to myself before smiling at him. “Nothing. I have been having trouble with my handgun and needed to pick up a new one.” I said innocently. Yes, I am the best at playing the innocent little girl card. That’s what has gotten me out of so many punishments with my dad. Which, by the way, could never find out that I want to sleep with his best friend. He would probably go crazy. He really killed one of my guy friends that he caught thrusting into me in our movie theater. Poor guy. Dad didn’t even let him cūm before blowing his brains out. I had to be careful with my Padrino though. I wouldn’t want dad to hurt him too. Not that he wouldn’t put up a fight. Padrino and dad are equally as powerful. What’s crazy is that I thought seeing him again would take my little desire away, but no, it really did get worse. I hadn’t seen him physically for years, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t seen his pictures. He is a hot icon in Miami and is photographed often. That and the pictures dad had taken with him throughout the years. That’s why I was so pissed that he had missed so many birthdays and never visited. My only birthday wish this year was to have him balls deep inside of me. And I was going to make sure that my birthday wish came true. He didn’t respond to me, so I just walked out of his room and made the walk to mine. As soon as I entered my room, I ran to the closet, picking out the sexiest outfit I could find. I wanted to break him. Break him to the point of losing all self control and giving me what I want. I grabbed the high-waisted skinny jeans and see-through, lace body suit before throwing it on myself. I grabbed the white strappy heels before putting on my gold Rolex, hoops, and Italian chain necklace set. I put on a little foundation, mascara, and red lipstick before turning to the mirror. I looked at myself in it, feeling satisfied instantly with my look, per usual. ‘Try to keep your hands off me now, Padrino.’ I thought to myself as I grabbed my purse and phone before leaving the room.

Chapter 8 07 | Godfather Christened

Alberto’s POV I was leaning against my Maserati, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the clicking sound of heels. I was nervous just looking up. My angel was my fūcking weakness and I knew I would be lost with just one look. “Sono pronto per il mio viaggio, Padrino.” (Italian for “I am ready for my ride, Padrino.”) She said in a soft voice that instantly made me hard. Did a reverse viagra exist because, damn it, I needed it. “Isa.” I groaned as my eyes trailed from her feet to her head slowly. I don’t know if she fūcking noticed, but at this point, I didn’t give a shīt. If I had been good at keeping my hands away, at least I could let my eyes feast on the goddess in front of me. “Are you okay, Padrino?” She asked gently as she popped her bubble gum inches from my ear, making me gulp. I knew looking at her would make me lose it and I was right. “ Certamente.” (Italian for “Of course.”) I said, clearing my throat before I turned to open the passenger door. “No chauffeur?” She asked right before leaning over to climb into the car, making me rub my hard-on against her fat asš. I was so fūcking tempted to force her to continue rubbing her asš on my junk, but I had to remember where I was and who she was. She looked over her shoulder, making her look even more like an angel. Yet it also made me imagine her on all fours begging me to take her from behind. I shook my head like a madman, causing her to furrow her brows. “What did you ask me?” I asked her, trying to focus on something else. “The chauffeur. Do you need one or were you going to drive?” She asked me again. Right. “I don’t need one.” I rolled my eyes at her. “I only use them to and from the airports or when I need to take care of serious business.”“When you are going to kill, you mean?” She asked, leaning back on my chest, making me choke on air. Yes, on fūcking air because my mouth was dry as fūck. “You’re too young to talk about that.” I muttered as I motioned for her to get in already. She rolled her eyes at me, making me grab her by her neck. “Non dimenticare chi sono.” (Italian for “Don’t forget who I am.”) I hissed in her ear before releasing her. The whimpering sound she made only caused me to ruin my fūcking boxers. I had to look down to make sure my cūm didn’t seep through the pants. “Oh, thank God.” I muttered to myself when I noticed I was still good. She got into the car and I closed the door after her. I felt like punching something because of losing fūcking control again. She just really knows how to test my patience and make me hard, unknowingly. “At least we are alone and get to catch up.” Isa said as soon as I got in the driver’s seat. “You know after years of avoiding me.”“I wasn’t—” I was saying when I stopped myself. I’m a man that always speaks it how it is, but did I really want her to know it was true? She would have so many questions afterwards that I would end up confessing my sick obsession. She would hate me and I couldn’t have that. “That’s not true.” I concluded, glancing at her sideways. I put the car in drive as she mumbled. “What was that, Isa?” I asked, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up . “I said that it wasn’t what it seemed like.” She said louder, making me sigh. “You wouldn’t understand, my angel.” I said, releasing her chin and focusing on the drive. “Why do you call me your angel, Padrino?” She asked as her hand reached for my thigh, leaving it there. I almost cām again from the feeling. I’m going to have to handle my cōck today without a doubt. It’s been several hours of blue balls and that hurts like a bītch. Not to mention, lightly cūmming from a little rub on my cōck and a whimper? Come on now. “Because you are. The moment your mom placed you in my arms, I knew you were always going to be my angel. We were all so young when they had you, but I promised your dad to always be there for you, no matter what happened. I think that’s why those two crazy fools picked a nineteen year old to be the godfather of their newborn.” I replied, trying not to concentrate on how perfect this felt. Her hand on me as we had a casual conversation. I had to ignore the feeling in my heart because I knew it could never be. “That doesn’t make me an angel, Padrino.” She whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder. Her hand caressed up my leg, inches away from brushing against my cōck before she lifted it to my arm. “I’m far from it.”“Far from it?” I asked, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Between her proximity, touch, warm breath against my ear, and her words, my cōck was throbbing. “Yes, but unless you are changing careers to become a priest, I can’t tell you.” She giggled softly. My foot pressed on the accelerator as I drove down the road, swerving between cars. I had a feeling that I didn’t want to know why she thinks she is far from an angel. Or I did want to know. I just shouldn’t for my sanity. “So, do you have any girlfriends?” She asked me after some time of silence. “I don’t date.” I replied through clenched teeth. Not because I didn’t want to answer her questions, but because I was seconds away from forcing her on my dīck. Damn it. I didn’t fūcking remember the warehouses being this far. “Oh, I see I got that from you then.” She giggled, making my grip on the steering wheel tighten. “Don’t say that. Surely you have dated.” I said, begging to whoever was listening up there that she hadn’t dated. Yeah, I’m a selfish fūcker. “I can’t date. No one can give me what I like for it to be worth settling down for.” She said, smiling at me. “Which is?” I asked quickly. I was fūcking curious. I couldn’t help it. “A dom-sub relationship.” She replied just as I had parked in front of the warehouse. Wait a fūcking minute. Did she say a dom-sub relationship?