Who's In Charge

Enzo

“Cugiono” I said loudly “I cannot have a stranger sleeping in my house, I do not know this girl and Gabi will be there” I continued resenting my Boss who also happened to be my Cousin.

“It’s 3 days and she is Lana’s best friend” Matteo bounced back brazenly.

“Why can’t she just stay here” I exhaled a deep breath, trying to retain my anger.

“Because we are away and well what’s better than the best man and maid of honour getting to know each other for the sake of the bride and groom” he was manipulating the situation to make me a bad person. “And it’s an instruction from your boss” he continued with a grin and there it was, I was surprised it took him this long to use these words.

My cousin was the Boss, the don, the leader, whatever you want to call it, of the Sacra Corona Unita Mafia 0rganisation in Puglia, our name was known and it was feared for all the right reason. There were a few other families but we led the members, we dominated and had strong connections and alliances around the world.

Our family Barone had been in the business since the 70s, our Nonno had worked hard to start the build up, my Zio and Papi had then taken on the role, as the oldest of the brothers it was my uncle’s duty to take on the role of being the Don, when my Nonno was killed.

The Barone's were a unit, an enterprise. We were not all bad minus the drug trafficking, gambling business and bribery, We also had legitimate business and we made sure we still gave back to the community that kept us in charge.

But with power comes vulnerability, people wanted to overthrow us, resented us, want us to change the way we do business, but we stood tall and firm and did not back down.

I was not scared of anyone and I was not scared to die, my only fear was who would look after my 14 year old sister Gabi, if my time was up and Dio knows I’ve been lucky on a number of occasions, I wasn’t sure how many more lives I had in me.

“Looks like I have no choice then” I patted the chair and pushed myself up thinking this was the reason he had asked to see me in person.

“Oh I didn’t call you here to ask about babysitting, I called you here because I want an update on the missing money. Matteo asked, clasping his hands together.

“No update, we can’t seem to figure where the missing money is going, it seems to be coded, but the men are working on tracking it”. I replied quickly. I hated not having answers and it was frustrating me that somebody was taking money from our Casino's and now our Clubs and we had no way of tracking this.

“Okay, keep me posted” He looked disappointed, I nodded standing up from my seat.

“Celina will be here in two days” he spoke as I left heading for the door.

“Who” I turned smiling at him.

He gave me a knowing look.“Do not fuck this up for me Cugino, otherwise” he half joked.

Grabbing my keys from my pocket and slid into the my car, a beautiful black Bugatti Chiron.

As I drove down the winding road at top speed the adrenaline pumping through my vein, my music blaring, nobody touched these roads really, due the dangers of the steep cliffs, but the views were insane, tonight was no exception the pink hues in the sky the entinwined with the light blue, the sun was sinking, the my music took my mind away and the sense of freedom as I drove along always put me in a better mood.

My day to day to job was consuming and never ending, but the life of luxury I had, the never understanding of what poverty felt like, I would be crazy to not know how lucky I really was, but it came at a price, freedom of the mind and soul, the fear of being caught or at worst a member of my family being taken away. I would rather die. The fear of losing family was always real. My mother was gone and no money could save her, so was it all worth it.

There were pros and cons; somebody had to be top dog and though I might not be the top dog I was close. Me and my cousin had grown up watching our fathers, learning, copying and planning on how we would run the empire one day. When my Uncle died it hit hard, but my cousin and I were ready to step in. We both were in our early 20s but we were young and hungry.

I pulled up to the block apartment and rang the doorbell. Margo was my go to girl when I needed to relax, we had known each other since we were 18 her father Salvatore Russo was one of the top government advisors someone my Papi and Zio had bribed on a number of occasions and built an understanding with. I had met his daughter at one of the functions not knowing who she was. Pretty with a banging body that I could do pretty much do whatever I wanted with and when I wanted, we had a happy arrangement. We all got what we needed, well I did mostly.

The buzzer rang and I pulled the black metal gate into the flat as Margo let me in. As I entered into the modern but chic home, I was met with Margo in a complete black silk robe, it hanging off her shoulder and loosely tide up around her waist, her red lace bodysuit hugged her tanned olive skin, It looked expensive. Her slim tall model-like frame rested on the side of the sofa, high heels tapping on the wooden flooring as they lenghtened her slim legs, she held out a beer with her perfectly manicured red painted nails. Dark brown eyes with pure lust, her full plump lips that had a helping hand from an expensive cosmetic surgeon, her black hair fell down brushing past her shoulders skimming on the end of the red lace bra.

She was pretty, but it wasn’t her face, nor her body, it was the fact I could sit here and do as I wished, she didn’t ask anything of me, I just got what I needed and would leave.

I took the beer and sat down on the sofa, lounging back and looking up at the high white ceiling with intricate carvings.

“You look stressed” she purred looking over her shoulder at me.

“I am” I huffed out.

“Well I am sure I can help with that” she stood up biting her lips. Her phone started vibrating on the glass coffee table as I looked from her to the phone. A picture of her and her papi lit up the phone.

“Papi has cut me off, again, Excuse me while I go work my magic” she said, leaving the room and into her bedroom.

Great, I wasn’t exactly here to drink beer, I need to be relieved and fuck all my problems away.

Grabbing my phone I had 3 messages, one from Gabi, my little sister, one from my Papi and one from Nico our IT guy, who had no further updates. I clicked on to my social media, I never posted, but it was important to see who and what people where doing in my line of work.

Searching her name I looked up Celina James, if this girl was going to be staying with me, I should at least know what she looks like.

A bunch of girls came up looking for a hint of who it might be. One of the pictures caught me off guard, her face and body was stunningly beautiful, her long brown hair swayed behind, her body in a tight fitting navy dress and a glass of wine in her hand, her smile captivating me and her eyes were a mixture of green and greys blending. As I swiped left, I clicked on the picture to see more, her next photo, she stood with a taller man his arm wrapped around her and she rested her hand on his chest, must be her boyfriend and I swiped next and I stopped, recognising Lana, she looked the same, just a bit younger, but I stopped paying any attention and watched as the girl next to Lana, her eyes felt like there were looking straight at mine and into my soul.

Hearing the sound of Margo shoes tapping on the floor I clicked off the screen quickly and put my phone back in my pocket.

“All sorted” she smiled happily, obviously daddy had reinstated her credit card “where were we” she said a smile playing on her lips as she stood in front of me, I looked up at her face.

“Well I didn’t come to hear about your daddy problems” I said, rising up so, my face was next to her stomach, grabbing her thighs, I pulled her down to me so that they spread either side of my hips. Her hands dived in unzipping me and releasing me from trousers and placing a condom on me, my eyes closed and then I saw the image of that girls picture flashing in my mind, the eyes staring at me.

I felt Margo move herself till she was resting on the tip of me, she bit her lips eagerly and pushed herself down on me quickly taking me into her fully, as she moaned the sounds of pleasure again and again as her head tilted back.

As she continued grinding, my mind kept drifting to the images of Celina, getting annoyed with myself, I needed to take control. Flipping Margo so her back was on the leather sofa. I pushed deep into her again letting my hips do all the work.

“Slow down,” she purred. Absolutely not, I had shit to do and needed the release, pushing into her deeper one final time I released myself fully, shuddering as I did.

“I was enjoying that” she said, disappointed as my body fell onto hers as the last few drops of me filled her.

“Yeah, well some of us have actual work to do” I said, lifting myself up and putting myself back into place in my trousers, taking the last swig of the beer, I left her draped on the sofa.

“See you next week” she smirked. I left but for some reason I wasn't interested my mind preoccupied.