Floored 'N Floured- A Mafia Love Story

Mateo Vera Rossi was a man of few words. He never spoke more than what was necessary. He was also a very intelligent man, even more so than his father, the Don. Mateo had the inkling that this trip to Turkey his father had forced him to make, would yield no results. Infact, it might actually make matters worse for them, but he still humored his old man and got on their private plane anyways. The Italians never got along well with the Arabs, this was old news but it was also very well known that it was the Arabs who had a monopoly when it came to oil and crude shipments. The majority of this type of contraband lay in their hands and no matter who you were, wether an Italian mafiosi, a Spanish or Irish lord, you had to make a deal with them. Unfortunately for Mateo, his father and their business required an urgent order of unfiltered diesel and he had been given the important task of conjuring it, without dying. It was all a process, a slow transition of power. From father to son, as it had been for generations now. Antonio would take over and be the next Don soon enough and this was all a part of his training. "We're here, boss." Mike, his right-hand man announced as the black rented Suv parked in front of the Meredian Grand. He got out of the car, all of his 6'5" glorious body out on display. Mateo was an exceptionally handsome man. Despite the few scars that spread across his face like insignificant specks of dust, he looked good, what with those piercing grey eyes, sharp cheek and jaw bones and that slightly crooked nose. He was ruggedly handsome, and the alarming fact was that he knew. And he knew just the kind of effect he had on everyone, especially the female population. He never forgot about that and took advantage of it at great lengths. Wearing a custom made, navy blue Armani suit and matching Italian leather shoes, he was a walking wet dream. This was proven as soon as he approached the front desk at the Meredian Grand. Men and women alike, stopped whatever it is they were doing to ogle the god-like beauty in front of them, and they could've sworn they went to heaven as soon as he opened his mouth. "I have reservations here, under Martinez." He said, addressing the woman at the front desk who was desparately trying not to hyperventilate and look seductive at the same time. If there was a way to liquify velvet and pour it down someone's throat, it had been done to Mateo for sure. The silky, deep yet slightly gruff voice was enough to get panties wet, both literally and figuratively. The same voice was also capable enough of sending shivers down spines, both negatively and positively. The entire executive floor had been booked for Mateo and his men. Security was something that could never be taken lightly when it came to the mafia men. Mateo was the sole heir to a very important empire and his safety and protection was of highest importance. He belonged to one of the oldest Mafia families and even a slight scartch on that man, meant death penalty for the doer. Two of his guards, dressed in civilian clothes settled down on couches in the lobby area and the rest of them, around fifteen men went upstairs with him, all wearing crisp black suits and looking like fine meals themselves. But don't let their appearance fool you, underneath the suits were hidden ammos, enough to take out the whole hotel building if need be. Sharp pocket knives, guns and a kevlar underneath the dress shirt were just the basics, add to that a few men who carried around portable explosive devices, tiny vials of chloroform and an undetectable poison, and the infamous signal jammer. Basically, one could say that Mateo moved around with his own personal army, him being their commanding general. "This one's yours boss" As Mateo settled down in his executive suite, relaxing and stretching his limbs after a long flight, as his men got to work. Procuring documents, tenders and contacts. Securing the perimeter of the meet their boss was scheduled to have later during the evening and just generally being their efficient self. Too many chicks but not enough time! Mateo thought to himself and sulked down on the king size bed. He wanted so badly to release stress and pent up energy, but he never f****d before a deal. Work was a priority above all and he'd never screw around with it. What Mateo didn't know, was that he would end up in a shitty situation anyways. It wasn't just Mateo and his men, who were being hosted by the gracious city of Istanbul, Turkey… there was someone else… There were no two people more unlike each other than Mateo and Sophia. Sophia Ann Holt. Sophia was just Sophia, no dangerous livelihood or cartels around her, dark mansions with secrets in her life. She was a simple girl from a simple surburban area in West Chicago. Adored by her parents, friends and family alike, Sophia was the sweetheart of her group. With fiery red hair and sparkling inky black eyes, she was this little spitfire, who managed to put people's panties in a twist with her smart mouth. Sophia wasn't super tall, but was tall enough at a good height of around 5'5", with a body to-die for. Her figure was a beautiful hourglass shape, with ample breasts and asscheeks to her credit. Although, Sophia's mouth was spicy the rest of her wasn't. Her nature, attitude and character dripped with sweetness and gentle care, she was someone who wouldn't even hurt a fly. An ace at baking, her sweet treats were well known all over her neighbouring area. And so she was too, sweet just like her treats. The eighteen year old sweetheart was on a trip to Istanbul to be able to satisfy her tastebuds to the fullest. She had always been fascinated by the various types of middle eastern and Asian sweets, from the sweet and flaky baclavas to the sweet and creamy Indian laddoos. This was one step forward towards achieving her dream of being a master patisserie, and she was loving every minute of it. Just like her one true inspiration, guide and teacher, Rudi Rodriguez always said, "one hasn't experienced all the pleasures of life until one has tasted the sweets around this world" she did too and wanted to follow through with that motto at any cost. In the haze of their individual lives and goals, neither of the two ever anticipated the intertwining of their fates, never expecting the crossing of their paths… never knowing just how important they'd become for eachother.