Lorenzo: A Mafia Boss Series

Chapter 2 ~ Player

~Lorenzo POV~

“Aaaaaah, f**k, Paula! I thought you were engaged to be married,” I teased as she took me in deeper in her mouth. This was impressive. I was by no means a small guy, and yet she had taken in more than half my length. This was definitely a talent I forgot Paula White had. We dated almost a year ago and this sight right here, in the 41st floor copy room of the Bernardi Corporation would not have told you just how f****d up our breakup was. All I remembered from that day was running out of her high-rise New York City apartment in my underwear, carrying my clothes and jacket in front of me in order to hide my still aroused state, while she chased me with a frying pan after catching me in bed with her sister. So, needless to say, this X-rated scene, right here was an unexpected turn of events, especially since Paula seemingly hated my guts and even threatened to do bodily harm to me from that time forward. Up until recently, she could not manage to refer to me by my name and instead called me Jackass, asshole and any other less than colorful words she could think of. Heck, she even tried to stab me with a pencil the first time I came to visit my cousin Victor’s Manhattan corporate office, after the sky-rise incident. But that was then, and I guess now that I am an official associate of Bernardi Corporation with all the trappings that comes with being a Bernardi, I am back to being irresistible and appealing.

I am Lorenzo Andreas Bernardi-Giordano. I am the younger cousin to Victor Bernardi, a God among men. I have lived a relatively privileged existence and though I have had my fair share of heartbreak and losses, with my father, older brother and more recently my beloved uncle, Uncle Vito, having died over three months ago, I had no complaints. Being a Bernardi came with certain benefits and inherited risks which I will dive into later but focusing on the benefits meant that I was raised in the lap of luxury, living in various estates, having multiple properties, yachts, private planes, vast wealth and power. I had a good upbringing with a loving set of parents who kept me grounded. I am the youngest child to Carmelita Bernardi- Giordano and Don Guiseppi Giordano. I have two older sisters, Sofia and Gia, who are identical twins. They sometimes forgot that they were my sisters and not my mother. Though they were much easier to manage than my mom was as she could put the chill of God into just about anyone. As the baby of the Bernardi family, I was afforded to be just me without overwhelming expectations. I was the lovable screw-up that usually got a past on most things. My charm, good looks, money and other skills that we will get to later, afforded me some passes. Though I couldn't care less about all that superficial stuff, I would be lying if I said that it had not come in handy. I am able to get out of trouble most times and find that I am given more than my fair share of second, third and fourth chances even as I may not deserve it.

This brings me back to Paula. She was Victor’s secretary and had no business giving me a second chance in the form of a blow job, since I had never really apologized for my previous shitty behavior. The fact that she was three weeks from her wedding day to the star pitcher of the New York Yankees should have meant that I was off limits. But here she was giving it up to me again. I didn’t mind being the fuckboy on the side and quite preferred it to tell you the truth. Despite the real-life examples my parents were, having and sustaining a beautiful thirty-two-year marriage, I was not made for a long-term, committed relationship. But unfortunately, every woman I have ever met since my fifteenth birthday, thought I was. I never lied to them. I always told them what my intentions were, but I had learned that women were hopeful creatures, and they always seemed to think somehow deep down they would be that special someone to change my mind. So needless to say, when they realized I was a hopeless cause through my behavior, they did not take it so well. Hence, I had a long string of broken hearts, scratched-up cars, slashed tires, and a few black eyes. One of my hopeful suitors even went as far as setting fire to my car.

Paula moaned, bringing me back from my reverie. I smiled like the cat who ate the canary before looping her red curly locks in my hand as she began to gain speed, causing me to groan in delight.

I could feel that I was close, but just as I was losing myself in euphoria, I heard a loud knock on the door, startling us.

“Is anyone in there? Who locked the copy room?” an angry voice shouted from behind the door.

Paula and I quickly stilled and remained silent. After a short while, the person stopped knocking and sounded as if they were walking away from the door. Paula quickly got up from between my legs and hastily began to push down her skirt to its original length. I shook my head in amusement as I fixed myself back into my pants. It didn’t take long before a feeling of irritation started settling in as I looked down at my now-erected c**k, knowing that this was going to take some time to go down without aid.

Paula pressed herself against me, regaining my attention and whispered, “Later.”

I gave her a sly smile before pinching her ass, causing her to squeal in delight. Once she had put herself together, she slowly unlocked the door, cautiously looking both ways before stepping out of the room to leave. As I heard the clicking noise of her stiletto heels fade away, the smile I once had quickly disappeared, and irritation and unease flooded back in. I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was not how I wanted my first few months at Bernardi Corp. to go. I have been here for close to three months after I came to the realization that I, as the only male left to pass on my dad’s name and legacy, had to make drastic changes in my life. Having my Uncle Vito's larger-than-life shadow no longer here, also meant that I had to grow up and grow up quickly. My sister, Sofia, was expecting her first child with her husband, Don Bianchi, also created some stress to grow up fast. I had promised my Uncle Vito to be a good uncle to this little one, who was to be the very first child of the newest generation of the Bernardi family. So needless to say, I had a lot to prove to many people, but more importantly, myself. At twenty-six-years-old and not ever having held a legit job for more than a week since college, I indeed had a lot to prove. Victor was giving me an opportunity to work in his corporate office to finally “Put my Princeton college degree to use”, he had once phrased it. My plan was to keep my head down, work hard and actually earn a head associate position on my merits and not my name. I even went as far as to look the part by shaving off my facial hair that was usually allowed to grow wildly and cutting off my long brown hair. To my chagrin, the well-kept, clean-cut appearance, in addition to my tone, muscular physique was even more irresistible to the ladies, garnering me more looks from women, single or not, who were eager to risk it all for a well-known cad like me.

I clenched my jaw. I was like a kid in a candy store and though I knew excessive sugar was not good for me, I couldn’t help getting one more chocolate bar. I was a player through and through, and now I wonder if this was an addiction. I walked out of the copy room, annoyed. Without looking where I was going, I slammed right into her, causing the folder of papers that was conspicuously covering my bulge to splatter everywhere.

“Hey, watch it!” she exclaimed as the papers she herself was carrying fell onto the floor and were now mixed in with mines.

I looked down at the woman who was now giving me the death glare. She was a good seven inches shorter than my six-feet-two inches. I stared back at her with the same indifference but couldn’t help noticing my heart flutter and felt my d**k twitch, which usually happened whenever I looked into those beautiful hazel-colored eyes. I didn’t quite understand why Carmen Hamilton had that effect on me, since we have had no love lost between us. It could have been because she was absolutely beautiful with her milky brown skin, full pink lips, hourglass figure and nice round ass. But with my rap sheet, it wasn’t like I couldn’t get or haven’t had beautiful girls before. They were a dime a dozen. After a short while, she raised an eyebrow that all but said, ‘Why the f**k aren’t you picking this s**t up?’

I shrugged it off and continued to stare back down at her with a equally cold expression that was unmoving, causing us to be at a stalemate, waiting to see who would give in first and pick up the papers. After a long while, she scoffed and dropped to pick them up. As I saw her struggling to collect all of them, my better angel, which was usually M-I-A, especially since I was a Bernardi, got the better of me. I bent down to help but didn’t notice that she was in the process of getting back up, which caused us to accidentally collide heads with a hard thump.

I yelled out, “f**k!” as I heard a simultaneous, “Ouch!”

As she rubbed two fingers to the back of her head, she looked up at my irritated facial expression and spat with a terse tone, “So let me get this straight, you’re annoyed? You’re the one who ran into me. Messed up my presentation, and now it seems you’re trying to knock me out too!”

I spat back, “Sweetheart, this is not my method to knocking people out…. Believe me, I have other ways!”

………OK, I guess I have let this go on long enough. It’s time I come clean. I have another job, so to speak, and unlike this one, I happen to be very good at it. In fact, you could call it an inherited family trait. I am the second in command to the Bernardi mafia. The Bernardi family has reigned over New York City for over a hundred years since migrating to Staten Island from Italy. As an enforcer, I never hesitate to use muscle and exact justice. But that was my night job. Under the wise and steady leadership of my cousin Victor Bernardi, the Head of all Heads, we have learned to keep that part of our existence a secret from the greater public, choosing to keep up a law-abiding persona. But for anyone in the know, we are the biggest and most powerful mafia family in the world.

Carmen scoffed, seeming to not be affected by my not-so vague, violent insinuations. “Oh, it’s great that we are hiring thugs. DEI at its finest but I couldn't care less as to how you manage to knock people out…”

I leaned down to her ear, and I could hear her breath hitch, making me smirk. I whispered, “You’ll be happy to know that I have different methods to knocking out women.”

Carmen pushed back in seeming repulsion, not quite liking my s****l innuendo. She snarled, “Unlike you, Lorenzo, I am working and have a meeting to go to.”

I rolled my eyes while massaging my chin, still feeling the sting from the previous impact. Carmen, though hot as Hell, especially when my name deliciously came out of her mouth, had the innate ability to instantly shrink your c**k to size just as quickly as her round ass perked your interest with her frosty demeanor and stinging words.

“So, what makes you think I did not have my own meeting to go to?” I hiss, losing my cool.

She mockingly laughed. “Oh, between fraternizing with random secretaries and receiving blow jobs in copy rooms!” she clapped back.

My eyes widen. How the f**k did my little session with Paula make it to office gossip in literally five minutes?