09 | New Complications
1413 Words
| MYA |
“Good, Mya. Now we have to work on your left,” Marcelo said as he drank water.
“I’m tired Marcelo!” I whined as I threw myself against the mat in the gym. “We haven’t taken a day off since we came to this prison!”
“Principessa,” he whispered as he walked towards me.
“Don’t Principessa me,” I muttered.
“It’s only been a week. You need to understand that it’s for your own safety. Once I know that you can defend yourself and everything has cooled down, we can consider returning to normal,” he told me as he sat next to me.
“Return to normal?” I asked, lifting my brow.
“You know what I mean.” He sighed with exasperation.
I wish things could really go back to normal. To the real normal.
I sat up before facing him. “Why didn’t Carlos return? Did something happen?” I asked him with a frown.
“There was more cleaning than expected,” he answered. I knew better than to ask about details, but I think I deserved to know.
“What happened to the trap?” I whispered. “Did we lose any men?”
“Mya,” he shook his head.
“Marcelo! For f**k’s sake! You want to prepare me to take over, but you want to hide the details! After everything, I think I can handle it!” I yelled as I stood to my feet.
“Principessa, it’s not like that,” he said as he grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving.
I turned to face him but froze when I noticed my face was inches from his.
“I just hate that this is all forced on you,” he whispered as his hand reached my cheek. “I wish that you never have to see or hear about some of the stuff we are forced to do.”
I stared into his green eyes as they looked down to my lips. Before I knew it, our lips were attached. His kiss was gentle and sweet until a moan escaped my mouth. His kiss got a bit more desperate while his hands touched my body.
He pulled me with him as he laid back on the mat, not once releasing my lips. He placed me on his lap, straddling him as he kissed me down my jaw and neck.
“Marcelo.” I moaned as I pushed my body down on his hard-on.
“f**k, baby,” he whispered between kisses as he gently pushed me on the mat and got on top of me.
I don’t know what was going on between us, but all I know is that I want him. Maybe I would regret it later, but I didn’t want to think about that right now.
He continued kissing down my body as his big hands cupped my breast. “Can I?” he asked with hooded eyes. I wasn’t sure what he was asking but I nodded desperately.
He leaned forward to kiss my neck while his hands unzipped my sports bra. The cool air to my nīpples, confirmed that they were now exposed for him. His lips met mine as his fingers pinched my nīpples, making my back arch in pleasure.
“Oh, Marcelo!” I moaned when his lips released mine before his lips attached to my neck, nibbling, and sucking as he moved down my body.
When his mouth was near my breasts, his hands released them just as quickly as his dipped down.
The moment his mouth connected to my nīpples, I felt myself dripping between my legs. I grabbed his hair and pulled as I moaned his name.
His hands had moved down to the waistband of my pants ready to pull down when someone cleared their throat. We both froze in place, but when I realized we weren’t alone, I pushed him off quickly. He turned to cover me while I put my sports bra back on.
This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe that I did that.
“What the f**k?” Marcelo shouted at one of our men.
“Sorry, Marcelo. You weren’t answering your phone. Our duty was to inform you of the complications and confirm that you were alright,” he answered Marcelo with his back facing us.
I put my arm over Marcelo’s shoulder. “What complications?” I asked with brows furrowed.
“The operation Carlos was on, failed and he is injured,” he said as he turned to face us again.
I gasped as I covered my mouth with my hand. “How bad?”
“He is on his third surgery,” he answered with a frown.
“We have to go, Marcelo! He has always been there for me!” I told him as I grabbed his arm tightly.
“Mya,” he shook his head.
“Yes, Marcelo! We are going and that’s final!” I shouted as I stomped out of the gym.
| FRANCO |
“Capo?” Reggie asked as soon as he walked into my office.
“How’s my daughter?” I asked him as I kept sorting through the papers.
“Better now. She is home,” he answered.
“Good. How many men have we recruited?” I asked, finally looking up at him.
“Only thirty, Capo,” he said, clearing his throat. I balled up my fists, getting ready to slam them against the desk, but I took a few breathes to calm myself down.
“We lost eighty fūcking men in the last mission, last week! I need ten times that amount to conduct our next operation! Get Caputo on the line!” I roared at Reggie.
“Sì, Capo!” he said as his shaky fingers dialed on his phone. He quickly placed it on speaker and handed the phone to me.
“Che cos’è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) he answered.
“Leo, come va?” (Italian for “How are you?”) I questioned.
“Cut to the chase. I don’t have fūcking time for introductions,” he muttered.
“I need more men,” I answered quickly. I knew that I was already walking on thin ice with him. He only tolerated me because I had married his aunt.
“I told you that I was not going to involve myself or my men in your shīt! You fūcked up last time when you used my men to kill Ricky,” he shouted over the phone. “The only reason that I haven’t killed you is because that would break my aunt’s heart!”
“Leo, please! They ambushed us and almost killed my daughter,” I said quickly. I knew that whenever it involved family, he would soften up.
“Cosa’è successo a Rosalia?” (Italian for “What happened to Rosalia?”) he shouted.
I quickly briefed him on some made up story to convince him. I couldn’t tell him that I needed his men to get rid of Mya. It took Mabel a lot of begging to convince him not to kill me.
“I better not find out that this is a lie. This is your final warning!” he said through clenched teeth.
“No! Of course, I wouldn’t lie! Rosalia was just released and you can visit her,” I stated quickly, but he didn’t answer. He simply hung up on me.
I took a deep breath, looking up at Reggie. “Make sure that everyone knows this story as true and get some evidence to back it up,” I told him as I chugged my whiskey.
I needed to get rid of that bītch as soon as possible. Now I just needed to find her.
“Ah, Capo. Before I forget. We got word that one of Ricky’s men was injured during an operation,” Reggie informed me.
“Chi?” (Italian for “Who?”) I asked.
“Carlos.” I smiled when I heard the name.
“Good! Find out where he is being treated,” I said as I signaled for him to leave. If I am right, Mya will come to us on her own.
I know things are going to work out in my favor. I thought to myself as I leaned back on my chair, smiling.
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