My Mafia Madness

Chapter 21 - Gifted Warning

Alonzo Greco was a handsome playboy in every sense of the word.

Having been raised into both privilege and power, he felt the expectation that the entire world should bow beneath him.

That nothing was out of reach for a man like him.

His father was none other than Don Raphael Greco, the highly infamous and dangerous head of the Greco Family Mafia, and also the much-hated enemy to the Romano Family.

Their two Mafia Families had been at war with one another for decades now, going back to the 1920’s. And even now it looked as if there were still with no possibility for peace between their vast underground empires.

Both families, as it would seem, were flourishing and needing to expand in their territory.

The Greco’s hated the Romano’s; everyone whose everyone in the underground knew that.

Alonzo was currently lounging by the poolside surrounded by several gorgeous women.

Each of them happened to be wearing the tiniest string bikinis ever to have graced the face of this Earth as they continued to act flirtatiously around him.

And that’s just how Alonzo liked it.

He liked women… in fact, he loved them.

Sex was always on the table when it came to the kind of women he chose to surround himself with.

And nothing was off limits to a man like Alonzo.

The Mafia heir smirked playfully while watching several of them swimming topless in his massive inground pool located at the back patio of his incredible mansion.

Their massively oversized breasts bobbed up and down in the water as they glided side by side through the clear, blue water swimming breaststroke.

It was a hot, sunny day and Alonzo had decided to spend some time out by his pool relaxing.

His attention was pulled towards a woman with long, straight black hair that came down to her lower back. It lightly brushed against her arse with each of her movements, as she slowly approached him with a smile.

She had a glint in her eye, one that Alonzo knew only too well.

She wanted him.

He said nothing, just looked her up and down as she came to kneel down beside him on the reclined pool chair.

Her brown eyes darted down towards his fabulously tanned torso, taking in such an incredible sight.

And it was true, Alonzo was quite handsome.

His skin glistened with sweat as he watched her darting her tongue out for a moment, licking her lips hungrily before meeting his eyes.

Hers were now hooded with desire as she lifted her perfectly manicured hand up and slid it along the firm ridges of his abs, one by one.

Her hand slid all the way up towards his chest before cupping his neck gently. Almost cautiously.

She was testing the waters; noting what he would and would not allow her to do to him.

The woman’s name was Elara and she was one of his regular companions.

She gave him a smile before leaning in and kissing him passionately on the lips.

He of course reciprocated her affections and kissed her back, using his thick tongue to slide in and out of her mouth, in an effort to dominate her with his affection.

He moaned deeply and smirked like the devil as she slowly pulled away, separating their lips and looking him in the eye with a sensual grin.

“Succhiami, bella.” (Suck me, beautiful.) he commanded her softly, with his thick fingers running through her long dark hair.

Elara immediately obliged, reaching up to release his member from the confinements of his board shorts. Alonzo shuffled a little so that she could get his python-of-a-c**k out, hungrily stroking it with both hands as her eyes remained fixated on his.

He watched her lower her head down as her pierced tongue slid out and began to tease the tip, sliding around his head over and over in a slow and tedious manner.

The temptress... she was trying to tease him.

But Alonzo had other plans.

His hand quickly lifted, resting on top of her head and pushing her down, shafting her throat with his giant shaft.

Elara’s eyes went wide as he thrust himself inside of her mouth, all the way in until his tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to slightly gag.

She pulled her head back and then allowed him to set the pace and depth preferred with his hand on the back of her head.

The pleasurable sensations took him over entirely, as did the chance to dominate this beautiful woman. He continued to force her head up and down, impaling her with his c**k.

Her eyes began to water as Elara continued, wanting to please him but finding it difficult to do so with his massive size.

Alonzo was indeed well endowed and proud of it.

His shaft was incredibly long and thick and he always had trouble getting it all the way inside of a woman’s mouth during oral. Not that it mattered. He always managed to come.

It appeared that no one had a deep enough throat to handle his length without choking.

“Si è così...” (Yeah, that’s it...) he panted, closing his eyes and laying his head back against his chair.

“Non osare fermarti!” (Don’t you dare stop!)

He was nearing his release. He could feel the waves of pleasure rushing over him, one after the other as she worked tirelessly on him from below his waist.

Closer and closer... until...

“UH... uh...”

He groaned loudly, grabbing Elara’s head with both hands and forcing her down as far as she would go as he filled her mouth with his warm, salty semen.

His massive c**k twitched pleasurably with each wave of his spectacular orgasm until he finally allowed her up for the chance to breathe.

Elara pulled off of him and gasped loudly, appearing out of breath as she panted, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers.

As Alonzo worked to re-dress himself, he noticed movement out the corner of his eye. Someone was approaching him from the rear doorway of his luxurious mansion.

Turning his head to the side he recoignised one of his house staff, wearing a pristine, tailored suit and a pair of shiny black shoes.

The man’s name was Petro and he was in his mid sixties, with soft white hair slicked back at the front.

“Signore, il nostro corriere ha appena consegnato un pacco per lei.” (Sir, our courier just delivered a parcel for you.) he announced, coming to stand beside where his employer was sitting.

“Da chi viene?” (Who’s it from?) Alonzo asked with a raised brow as he eyed the beautifully wrapped box his staff member was carefully carrying.

“Un Raymond Lewis, signore.” (A Raymond Lewis, sir.) he promptly replied.

“È passato attraverso lo scanner, giusto?”(It’s gone through the scanner, right?) Alonzo first checked with caution.

“Certo signore. Hanno confermato che il pacco è privo di esplosivi.” (Of course, sir. They confirmed the parcel is free of explosives.) Petro assured him with a courteous nod.

Lifting his brows, Alonzo sat up a little more and took the box from his employee’s white-gloved hands.

The well-dressed staff member then turned and headed back inside, leaving Alonzo with the privacy to open it on his own.

Alonzo’s dark brown eyes scanned the box with caution and intrigue for a moment as he held it in his hands.

The box was wrapped with a luxurious golden paper, decorated by a matching golden silk ribbon and with a large silk bow on top.

There was no note on the outside of it.

It appeared that Christmas had come early for him.

Chuckling, Alonzo began to unwrap his newest gift by pulling at the silken ribbon. Several of his girls had keenly gathered around to view the exciting reveal as he reached down and grasped at the lid with his fingers.

Lifting it up and to the side his eyes widened with a mixture of shock and horror at the pair of dead eyes staring back at him!

“Fanculo!” (f**k!)

Cursing loudly and quickly jumping up to stand, Alonzo watched as the box fell from his lap and onto it’s side, allowing the blood-soaked head to roll out onto the neighbouring concrete of the poolside.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Is that a head?”

The sound of women’s high-pitched screams filled the air as the women began to panic at the sight of the severed head lying on the poolside floor.

The head’s lifeless eyes were still wide open and glazed over with a milky white residue as they were forced to watch the countless women running back inside of the house in horror.

Alonzo stood staring down at it for a moment, his chest heaving with each of his panicked breaths.

It was only seconds before several of his faithful henchmen had come running over to see what had happened. A man named Romeo stood out front of the henchmen with his gun drawn.

As soon as they saw the head, they knew.

“Holy shit.” Romeo announced, unable to take his eyes off of the lifeless head as he holstered his gun.

Romeo was one of Alonzo’s number two and a close friend.

He always had Alonzo’s back, no matter how hard things got; his loyalty was unquestionable.

“Who is it?” Romeo asked, trying to get a better look at the head’s face without having to touch it.

But Alonzo knew who it was right away. The moment he had stared into it’s dead eyes.

After all, he had hired the man himself.

“Raymond Lewis... he was one of my informants working undercover in the Romano Family.” Alonzo suddenly spoke.

His voice was filled with rage as he scrunched up his face at the hideous message he had clearly been sent by his enemy cartel.

Romeo continued to scan the head, crouching down beside it and taking out his gun again, using the tip to touch and prod at it in disgust.

Suddenly the second-in-command noticed something partially sticking out of Raymond’s open mouth and his eyes narrowed as he used his free hand to pull out a white handkerchief.

He used it to cover his fingers as he reached into the mouth and gripped at the inserted object, pulling it out.

Glancing down at the scrunched up piece of blood-soaked white paper sitting on top of his handkerchief, he quickly stood and returned to his capo.

Alonzo was standing silently, lost in some sort of an angered trance.

“I found this lodged down his throat.” Romeo reported.

“What does it say?” Alonzo queried.

The second-in-command lifted the handkerchief up and proceeded to open the note. He read in silence before closing his eyes and lowering his head as he handed the note over to his boss.

Romeo knew full-well how his capo would react to such a threatening message and he mentally prepared himself for the violent outburst sure to follow.

Alonzo took the note in his hand, his eyes scanning the words which had been hand-written in black ink onto the blood-spattered paper.

“Non mi piacciono i topi in casa mia.” (I don’t like rats in my house.) it read.

Suddenly both of Alonzo’s hands clenched into fists, crumpling the paper as he let out an animalistic growl.

“Bastardo del cazzo!” (f*****g bastard!)

He shouted out with blazing rage at the audacity of his rival.

Romeo remained calm as he watched Alonzo pick up his fold-out chair and hurtle it into the pool with a giant ‘splash’ upon impact.

As the capo came back to where his underling stood, he ran his hand through his short spiked black hair.

“That bastardo thinks he can just send me a message like this without repercussions, hm?” he gestured toward the head with his hand.

His eyes were pitch black now as he spoke his next words laced with hatred and lethal venom.

“Then I think it’s time we send the Romano’s a little message of our own.”