Debt to the Mafia

Chapter 13

—MICHELE—

I stared at Amelia’s body as she breathed deeply in her sleep. She was facing away from me and I watched the loose strands move as she exhaled. I don’t understand what she’s doing to me. There hasn’t been one person that I’ve come across that has dug deep into my feelings like she has. There was something different about her, something unique. I wasn’t just physically attracted to her, but there was something about her personality that was addictive. I needed to keep her protected... I wanted to make her happy. 

“Micky?” Nico quietly called my name from outside. I blinked heavily and shook my head, trying to snap out it. I rolled out of bed and opened the door ajar. 

“What is it fratello? (brother)” I asked in a hushed tone. 

“It’s Ezio, he’s been in contact” he informed me. 

The hairs on my bare back stood up and I glanced back at Amelia who was still fast asleep. I stepped outside and held the door closed behind me so that she wasn’t disturbed. 

“He sent this” he continued and held out a folded up letter written in Italian.

Michele Rossi

You’re failed attempt to free Mr Regio has not gone unnoticed. I have been informed that a small group of my men encountered a bit of trouble last night involving a few of your crew members. To avoid anymore fatalities, your presence has been requested at the address below at 6pm this evening to discuss our issues and hopefully come to an agreement. You must come alone...

At the bottom of the letter was an address for a public bar in the middle of the city. Something didn’t feel right. Ezio isn’t the sort of man to ‘discuss issues’, he sorts them with violence. 

“It’s got to be a trap” Nico suggested. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by Amelia’s sleepy tone.

“What’s a trap?” She asked opening the door and rubbing her eyes. I instantly got defensive with her.

“Why are you eavesdropping?” I grunted. She stared at me and tensed her brows.

“You’re talking within 5 feet of me, how could I not?” She replied with attitude. 

I can’t stand it when she talks back to me. I was aggravated, not that she was asking me questions, but that she was getting involved. I didn’t want her to start interfering or getting any dangerous ideas. 

“Go back to bed Amelia!” I demanded. She folded her arms in protest and didn’t move a muscle. I huffed in irritation and looked at Nico.

“Meet me in my office in half an hour and we will talk about this then” I said rolling my eyes. 

He raised the corner of his mouth into a smirk and then walked down the hallway. I shut the door and turned to Amelia who was still standing there with her arms folded. She infuriates me! I’m trying to keep her out of this so she isn’t put in danger but she’s not making it easy. I wish she would mind her own f*****g business. 

“Well?” She raised her brow and tapped at her arm with her index finger. I scoffed and then headed towards the bathroom. 

“Michele!” She groaned as I ignored her. She followed me into the bathroom and leant against the door frame. I rubbed my eyes with my hand and then dragged it down my face in frustration.

“Amelia, I need to shower” I muttered. 

“Answer my question Michele, what is a trap?” She repeated sharply. I tensed my jaw, attempting to contain my anger and refraining from lashing out at her. 

“It’s none of your business Amelia! Now get the f**k out so I can shower!” I exploded. 

She didn’t even flinch as I yelled in her face, she just shook her head at me and left the room. Her new founding confidence was turning me on which wasn’t good when I was already pissed off. I let out a long sigh and then turned on the shower. I don’t care if she hates me or if she is mad at me, at least she isn’t involved. 

—AMELIA—

I waited for the elevator to return after Michele and his men had gone down to the office. I followed after them but tried to be sneaky about it. I had no idea what the doors were going to open to, but I had to know what was going on. Michele seemed so stressed out about a letter he was given this morning and if I could read it then I wouldn’t have to spy on him. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to speak the Italian language let alone read it so I’ve had to go to plan B. 

I braced myself as the doors parted slowly. The office floor was empty, there was no one around and all of the lights were off. All accept one that came from a room up the stairs. I crept up and squatted under the windows so that I wasn’t seen. Peering in, I saw a huddle of men all facing Michele who was speaking to them in Italian. I took out the iPhone that Michele had already set up for me and opened up the translator app. I put in one of the ear phones and pressed translate.

“... meeting at 6pm tonight. He wants me to go alone so make sure you stay out of sight. This might be our last chance of getting Mario back so I don’t want any one of you f*****g this up!”

“Boss, what if he doesn’t turn up. What if it’s a trap?” One of the men called out. 

“Then it’s trap, which is why I need every man to be on high alert. I need Ezio’s men to be watched closely. I won’t be showing up until he has arrived... just in case”. 

“And Amelia?” Nico queried. My ears pricked up when I heard my name which made me listen more closely.

“She isn’t to know what has been said in this meeting. I need her to be kept out of it and in the protection of this building. No one is to touch her in any harmful manner otherwise they will be joining Jace in the basement and will be punished!”. 

“Boss, if Ezio just wants Amelia then maybe we could think of a plan where he believes he’s getting what he wants...”. The man was cut off by Michele throwing something hard against the wall. 

“She is not to be involved! Am I making myself crystal f*****g clear!” He burst out. I think I have heard enough. I scurried back along the hallway and rushed to the elevator to go back to the penthouse before I was caught. 

I paced around the bedroom as I tried to come to terms with everything. Ezio tried to kidnap me but failed, relating in the deaths of a few of his men. He gets angry and takes Mario as a hostage which makes Michele retaliate by trying to rescue him; which I’m guessing is where he got his cut from. Now he’s meeting him alone in a public place to ‘talk’ or so they say. All of this is happening because he declined a stupid deal including me and the casino. Everything is such a mess and it doesn’t look like Ezio is going give in until he gets what he wants. 

“What are you doing?” Michele asked. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d walked into the room. I jumped and turned to face him. 

“I’m just thinking” I replied. He shut the bedroom door and stared at me. 

“About what?” He said bluntly. I hesitated for a moment but the stress of everything had built up inside me that I couldn’t hold in my emotions any longer.

“All of this is happening because you won’t hand me over to Ezio!” I blurted out. He scrunched his face up and leant against the door, propping one foot flat against the wood. 

“You were eavesdropping again, weren’t you?” He said in an unimpressed way. 

“Of course I was eavesdropping, you won’t tell me anything! You refuse to answer my questions or explain to me why Ezio actually wants me!” I yelled.

“You want to know why he wants you? Because you have a certain thing about you that makes guys, like him want to break you!” He exploded, leaving me silent with shock.

“Break me?” I finally asked gently. 

“He’s a sick man and he enjoys watching women in pain. He’s taken a shine to you and now he wants you...” he paused.

“He can’t get everything he wants Amelia” he added calmly.

“Maybe he should! Maybe Jace was right. If you would have just agreed to hand me over to him then Mario would be safe, your men wouldn’t be suffering and you would have a powerful ally!” I exclaimed.

“Stop it Amelia” he warned me in a firm voice.

“You should tell him tonight that he can take me in return for Mario and his allegiance. I have nothing left anyway! No family, no life, I have nothing Michele! Mario has everything!” I shouted. 

“Amelia, stop f*****g talking!” he growled.

“I’m putting everyone in danger! I’m not contributing anything to your businesses and I’ve just been a headache since you ‘bought’ me!”. 

Michele suddenly darted towards me with hungry eyes. I was scared I had pushed it too far and he was going to strangle me like he did in the car when he first picked me up. But to my surprise, he pressed his lips against mine and firmly held the back of my neck. He moved his lips passionately, seducing me with every motion. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hoisted me up onto the chest of draws. My chest was bursting with excitement, my legs trembling around his waist as he embraced me. 

He moved his hand under my shirt, desperate to touch my body. I groaned at the intensity between us and I lifted his shirt above his head. He followed my lead and pulled mine off, brushing against my skin as he lowered his mouth to my chest. I tilted my head back as his touch electrified my body. 

His hands traced down my sides and pulled at my leggings, removing them, leaving me in just my underwear. I tugged at his jeans and let them drop from his thighs to the ground. He stepped out of them and kissed down my stomach, stopping just above my thong. A long groan escaped my lips as I began to pulse underneath the fabric. 

“I want you Michele” I moaned sweetly. 

He lifted his head to make eye contact and smirked. Standing up straight and holding his smug grin on his face, he leant forward so that our noses brushed against each other.

“Say it again” he whispered against my lips.

“I want you to touch me” I responded, gazing deeply into his eyes. 

He nipped at my neck and lightly ran his fingers down my body, hooking the sides of my thong and pulling them from my waist. He threw them to the ground and wrapped his arms around my waist. Ever so gently, his hand guided my bum to the edge of the wood and his fingers trailed down to the end of my legs. 

He lifted one of them and hooked it over his shoulder, lowering himself to his knees. Panting at the suspense of his touch, I leant back so that my head was against the wall. His mouth trailed slow and soft kisses up from my ankle to my inner thigh. My breathing fastened and his warm breath hit against my bare skin. I gasped as his mouth made contact with my bud and I let out a deep sigh followed by groan.

His tongue pressed against my nerves and sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He increased the speed, making me squirm with pleasure. I bit my lip slightly from the enjoyment of his mouth. A shot of sensitivity sent through me as he pressed his middle finger inside of me. 

I was groaning and gripping at his skin tighter and tighter, the closer I got to releasing my orgasm. I looked down at him to see him look up using only his eyes and he quickened and applied more pressure. He could tell I was close and I started to twitch from the bursts of pleasure he was bestowing on me. 

“Ugh, don’t stop” I begged feeling it build inside my core. 

Within seconds, I inhaled sharply, releasing a loud moan as I reached the peak of my orgasm. My body loosened and I slumped down, enjoying the slow strokes of his tongue as he made sure I had released every frustration I had. I hear the slurp of his mouth as he sucked in his lips to clean up my mess. He hummed with satisfaction and stood back up. 

“You are worth a lot more than you think neonata (baby girl)” he grinned, admiring the the satisfaction on my face.