"I already told you, daddy. I don't need a guard. No one even really knows who I am." I watched my father pace his office.
"Please Carolina, just do this for me."
"You have done a wonderful job, keeping my face hidden all these years. What makes you think I really need the protection?"
"Because this is the first time you will actually be away from home, from my protection. It would make me feel better knowing your safe at all times." My father Mr. Antonio Conti, is the head of the Italian mafia. A feared and most sought after man in the world. My family is no joke, you never cross them. Because if you do. You will never be seen or heard from again. I'm the only daughter of Mr. Conti and I have a brother who will one day take over the family. Our mother passed away while giving birth to me. I never met her, but my brother had her in his life for the first five years of his.
As far as most people know. Mr. Conti has no daughter. Only his son Dante Conti. My brother is a ruthless man. He gives no second chances. I have over the years learned to keep myself out of the spotlight. My father has never wanted this life for me. To be honest, I'm okay with that. I wanted more for myself. I didn't want to be stuck in this lifestyle. I didn't ever want to have to look behind with every step I took. The only person that knows my secret is my best friend Joanie, but that's only because her father works for my father.
I just graduated high school and turned eighteen. I'm off to college in America. I have always dreamed of going to America. No one knew me there. It was the perfect opportunity for me to start a new life. My name is Carolina Webber. I'm not allowed to go by Carolina Conti, for my own safety.
"I think you just want to keep tabs on me," I said with a smirk on my face.
"Why are you fighting this Carolina. You have had this all your life."
"That's the point. I want a fresh start. I want to walk around not worrying about people."
"I'm sorry my love, but... How about this? You let me do this for you at first and if I feel like you're in no danger. I call the guard off. Besides, there will only be one." I just looked at him. Then I smiled.
"Whatever you want daddy," I said and walked out of his office. There was no real point in arguing with my father. No matter what he would win. I bumped into my brother in the hallway. He had some tramp wrapped around him. I took a deep breath. That was one thing I wasn't going to miss about home. All the whores that lingered around the house.
"Hey." I heard him say. I looked over at him.
"Did dad talk with you?" I nodded at him. "Are you taking the guard? I looked at him like, as if you don't know. He just grinned at me.
"I swear, one day I will fight you," I said with a smile.
"Why are you flirting with her Donta? I'm the one in your arms." I just rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, at the moment. Mind your own business before I toss your ass out." The girl just put her lip out at my brother and I walked off. No one was allowed to know who I was. I walked back into my bedroom. I was still in the middle of packing. I would be leaving home in less than a week. I had to admit I was a little sad leaving, but I had to keep my goals and just push through it.
"So are you getting excited? I mean you leave tomorrow."
"Yeah, I can't wait to be my own person. Finally." Joanie just rolled her eyes.
"You mean even though you will have a guard?" I sighed.
"Yeah about that, well I'm going to do everything in my power to just be a good little girl. My father said that he will call off the guard as long as I'm safe. Well, I plan on being the safest girl there." Joanie just giggled.
"I heard Amerian guys are full of themselves."
"And the Italian ones aren't?"
"I guess you got a point, Have you talked to DeAngelo?" I laid back on my bed. DeAngelo, what can I say about him. The only man I have ever been with. Dating was always a big no for me. My father would kill anyone who even thought about looking my way, but DeAngelo didn't let that stop him. He is one of my brother's best friends and a soldier alongside my father. If either one of them knew what DeAngelo and I had been doing for the last year. DeAngelo would have no balls left. Hell, he would probably be dead. The only one that knew was Joanie. I had to have someone to talk to about it. She lived for our stories. Joanie was still a virgin and was very picky about who she dated. Her father let her date when she turned sixteen. My father just laughed and told me to not even think about it. Sometimes he is a real pain in my ass.
"Yeah, I spoke with him last night."
"Spoke with or fucked?"
"You are so bad. How about both?' We both went into a fit of laughter. I was going to miss DeAngelo. I wasn't in love with him, but I did care a lot about him. I just knew I needed new things in my life. DeAngelo understood how I felt and he didn't make it out to be a big deal. He told me he loved me all the time and wanted to spend his life with me. I told him I just needed to get out and live some. Last night was truly our last night together and he made it a wonderful way to say goodbye.
Tonight the entire family was gathering for a huge goodbye dinner for me. I knew it was going to be a sad night for me but I was also looking forward to it. I loved getting dressed up. It was always something I looked forward to. Money has never been an issue for me. I always had everything that I needed at my fingertips. I know that might sound bad, but I loved the dressing for the part bit. I was truly a girly girl. I love makeup and hair and nails and feeling pretty and sexy. I was also a bit of a little badass. My father trained me to fight when I was very small, and I was good at it. I was also good with a gun, but that was something my father kept to a minable with me. I was never allowed to be a part of the family business. It was never the life my mother wanted for me. My mother pleaded with him on her death bed to keep me out of it and let me have a normal life. For the most part, my father has kept his promise.
"Were going to miss you so much amore." My father's best friend and right-hand man, Rich said as he hugged me. He is more like an uncle to me. Has been there since I was born. There must have been at least fifty of the closet members here for my dinner tonight. I did a lot of hugging and wiping away tears. DeAngelo did his best to keep up appearances, but I knew he was hurting. I was headed down the hall when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into the bathroom.
I almost yelled out until I saw it was DeAngelo. "What the fuck Angelo?"
"I know last night was our goodbye, but..." He trailed off as he placed kisses on my neck. He always knew how to put me in the mood and haveing me pressed against the wall wasn't helping. His hand pulled my dress up and has he moved my paints to the side. I let out a moan when he pressed himself deep inside of me. His hand went around my mouth as he knew I would yell out. He pulled out of me and then licked his hand and rubbed it on his cock. He then entered me again. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life. Has the pleasure ran hot throughout my body. DeAngelo was a wonderful fuck. Always has been. He made my body feel good and always knew just what I liked. "You know you're going to miss this." He hissed out between thrust.
"Shut up and keep fucking me, Angelo." I moaned out. I felt his fingers find my clit and as he rubbed I lost it and came all over him.
"That's what I like amore." He kept up his pace and I knew I would explode on him again. He placed me bent over the sink and entered from behind. His hands went around my hair and he pulled back my head so he could see me in the mirror. Slamming into me now was more forceful than normal. I gripped the counter and held on. My eyes rolling in the back of my head. Let him know I was overjoyed with what he was doing to me. I felt him smack my ass hard and it only made me wetter. I yelled out as I came once again and he pulled out of me and turned me around as his warm filling fell onto my chest. I stood there making out with him for what felt like forever. I started to get worried when I realized we had been missing for a while now.
"We have to get back to the party," I said smiling at him. He reached out and ran his fingers down my face.
"I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too." He leaned in and kissed me one more time and then he slipped out of the bathroom. I stayed and waited a few seconds before I left.
The next morning I was escorted to the airport. My father hugged me longer than normal. "If I don't hear from you at least once a week or more. I'll come out there and bring your ass back home." I just smiled at him. I hugged everyone and head to the private jet. I took my seat and looked out the window at my family. They all waved to me and I looked away as a tear fell from my eye. The next thing I knew I was in the air headed to America.