Raising the Mafia (Chapter-5)

Luca.

I looked down at the small frame beneath me, Sofia’s dark hair all over the pillow and sticking to the sweat on her face. With each thrust that I made her voice became more and more breathless, begging me for more which was exactly what I wanted to hear from her plump lips. I wanted her begging me, I wanted her to know what I could do to her sexually, I wanted her to to see that I was not only a ruler in the mafia but also in bed where I could rule every part of her body.

Sofia’s back arched forward, her eyes closing as a long and beautiful moan slipped into the quiet air. The look on her face during climax made me smirk, allowing myself to do the same after knowing I had pleasured her just fine. The way any girl should be pleasured during their first time having sex.

“Happy Sweet 16,” I winked at her before laying myself on the bed beside her, reaching below my waist to remove the condom.

Today was Sofia’s 16th birthday, just like other sixteen year old girls who are still virgins, she wanted it gone and I was more than willing to give her a night to remember regardless being three years older than her. I had my fair share of experience with girls, women even. Giving Sofia a good fuck was the least I could do to since she would never get her real wish - having me.

Settling wasn’t an option for me, yet two years from now when Sofia turns eighteen our father’s expect us to wed. Regardless of how vocal I have been, telling them that it wouldn’t happen, they weren’t getting a hint which would only lead me to take things into my own hands.

“I’m... I’m bleeding,” Sofia stuttered, sitting up on the bed and quickly wrapping the blanket around her body before rushing to the bathroom that was connected to the room.

I shrugged nonchalantly as I scrolled through my phone, muttering under my breath, “That happens. It’s not a big deal.”

My eyes flickered to the time, 11:34pm, Sofia’s birthday was practically over which meant I had no obligation to stick around. I had other things to do, other women to see, wasting my time in bed with a girl who was blind to reality was simply that; a waste of my time.

Standing from the bed, I reached for my boxers and pants, pulling them on with one swift movement. My eyes scanned the floor for my t-shirt which had disappeared, it wasn’t until Sofia walked out of the bathroom with my shirt on that I realized exactly where it had gone.

She leaned her slender frame against the wall and looked at me, biting her lip as she twirled her hair around her index finger, “I was thinking you and I could stay here tonight. Maybe talk and--”

“You know what they say about wishful thinking, Sof.” I gave her a little nod and extended my hand, “I need my shirt.”

“Luca, you know that I’m committed to us...” Her voice was soft and hesitant, “I know that you’re on a different page, but if you maybe try to not look at marriage and commitment as a bad thing, then maybe you would see that we work. As a couple.”

I scratched my chin, mentally telling myself to not freak out but I always had a temper problem, Sofia wasn’t helping it. She was in agreement with our father’s and she knew that I had zero interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with her. As I took a few steps towards her, keeping my voice low and calm, “I’m not committed to you, nor am I committed to even trying to make this happen. You and I aren’t just on different pages, you’re in an entirely different book if you think that there’s any possibility of me agreeing to this union. I suggest you take your pride while you have it, give me my god damn shirt back and go the fuck home before daddy starts calling you, wondering where you are.”

Her brown eyes were less than, she was clearly fighting back any emotion to appear strong but I knew better. She was nothing but a fragile girl whom had been protected by her father all her life. I didn’t need to take care of her, the last thing I needed in my life was to babysit. The last thing I wanted was to be tied to another damn responsibility that I had no say over.

***

“And she threw my shirt at me before running out of the room,” I chuckled as I recalled the moment from earlier tonight, “It was at least thirty seconds before she realized she had run into the hotel hallway in her bra and underwear.”

My acquaintance, Nico, chuckled in response and rested his arm on my shoulder, “The real question; was she a good lay?”

I only rolled my eyes, leaning my elbows onto the counter of the bar and shrugging in a careless manner, “She was a virgin. She knew how to do nothing other than lay there...”

“You’re not worried that she’ll express her concerns to Alessandro and he will come for your head?”

I shook my head, “There’s a difference between Sofia and I, Nic. She is okay with this fucked up union, she have had a crush on me since she was eleven and she have wanted me to feel the same. I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less if her private jet crashes on the way to Monaco.”

Nico felt the need to keep talking, pushing too much negative energy in my direction, “I get that, however, when she turns eighteen you’re expected to marry her. Your father will have a gun to your head, it’s death or marriage.”

I set my glass of whiskey down, turning on the stool slightly to look at Nico directly as we discussed my plans for the future, “I’m aware, but not everyone makes it to their eighteenth birthday... Sofia could have a tragic end before we get to the altar.”

My words seemed to surprise Nico, though he should be used to it by now, I had always been very open about my aggression with him. He was well aware of my tainted past of anger problems and lashing out in violent ways, if anything it should have scared Alessandro away from the idea of giving his daughter to me - especially with me being so reluctant. Nothing good would come out of this, except a dead girl and another family war.

I stood from the bar stool and looked towards the stage where the exotic dancers flaunted their bodies. Choosing was always the hard part, but I was usually very satisfied with my choices. Was I feeling red head or fake blonde tonight? I had already gotten a brunette, so there was no need to double do it.

My feet led me to the front of the stage, in front of the sexy redhead who wore fishnet tights, a black thong and a see through lace bra. Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and waved it so it would get her attention.

The red head knelt down to take the bill but I quickly pulled my arm away, “Not so fast, sweetheart. I’ll be parking my car out back, if you want this along with an even nicer cheque, you’ll be out there in ten minutes. How does that sound?”

She smirked, moving her hair out of her face and speaking over the music, “My shift doesn’t end for another two hours.”

I faked a pout before squeezing the hundred into my palm, “That’s a shame. I guess I’ll just find a girl who has the time.”

Before I could even turn around to head towards the other dancers, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked back at the red head who was smiling at me, “I can make ten minutes work.”

“Perfect.”

This was a perfect example of why men don’t want to settle down, not only do they have the free will of fucking whoever they want but this is a different identity to me. I wasn’t Luca Acerbi, I was Luca Marchesi - not the son of an Italian Capo, but a man with no strings and no back story.

I would spend my life living as this alter ego because if anyone knew I was an Acerbi, they wouldn’t be stupid enough to come near me. Life’s more fun when you fuck around with strangers who have no idea that they’re in bed with the devil.