Exposing the Mafia lord

My hands groped the width of his shoulder, my whole body quaking with desire. “Please, help. I'm on the edge,” I moaned like one with fire on her bosom. His lips caught mine as he muffled his moans into my mouth. We fought a battle of tongues, none willing to give in to the other. His massive hands supported my tiny frame, hitting deep into my inside. “Argh,” I screamed, combing through his hair crazily. He had just hit my sensitive spot, and it seems like he knew so. Over again he drove in hard right there, causing my legs to shake beneath me and an orgasm swept through my being. “Holy s**t!” I cussed as I heard the door knob unlock and a familiar figure walk in. “Why do you look like someone who was driven to heaven and back? Your face is flushing too. Is it what I think it is?” she teased. I palmed my dreamy eyes as the dream replayed in my head, pushing me to wet my panties again. I needed no one to tell me, I was a mess underneath already. Who the heck has s****l relations with a stranger and worse of all, in the dream! “This is crazy, Rossi,” I morally cautioned myself before turning to the familiar figure. “It's morning, Sarah. What happened yesterday?” I finally said. “No, it is dawn, sleepy head. I met you drunk at the Quill Bar late at night. It seemed like you had company because I noticed a glass of wine left on the bar table.” “Company?” I pondered, trying to recall the events of last night. I had found my way to the bar of the Mafia's, Quill Bar, hoping to see if I could catch sight of the most notorious Mafia agency's operations. The fumes coming from cigarettes gave the side of the room I sat in a choke smell. Regardless, my eyes darted all over, marking out the strange personalities in the room. “Hello, beauty,” I heard from behind as I felt a hand grab my bottom in the black long sleeveless gown I wore. Highly irritated, I turned as my eyes met an old, bald-headed man. His eyes trailed the opening of my dress from the neck downward as he licked his lips disgustingly. “Sarah is to blame for putting on this dress,” I swore under my breath as I shifted uncomfortably from his eyes, not wanting to attract attention. His wrinkled hands grabbed mine with great strength that only years of training could give as he tried to hold me in place. “You will have a nice time with me, beauty,” He said as he tried forcing his lips on my exposed neck. “Go give your daughter back home a good time, old hag!” I cursed as I hit his groin with great force and walked hurriedly towards the relief room almost immediately. “Thank goodness, I was not followed,” I said as I shut the restroom door behind me. My hands found my phone, which I had tucked in the jean shorts beneath my clothes, as I dialed Lucy's contact. “Hey, Rossi. Were you able to figure out Dante Marino and his operating team?” I heard her say at the other end. “Not yet, Lucy. Everyone here seems like little fishes in the Mafia's world. Are you sure Dante Marino will be making an appearance here tonight?,” I inquired. “My skills have never been wrong, Isabella. I managed to hack one of his men's phone and the GPS tracker indicates that they are present at the bar already.” “It's alright, Lucy. I didn't mean to question your skills. I was a bit annoyed due to a crazy encounter a few minutes back,” I explained and finally ended the call after telling her I'd go back to check more intensely. “Keep calm, Rossi. Your eyes are sharp like an eagle, your ears hear even the deepest mysteries. You can do this!” Being the official Journalist known all over New City, years of investigations were finally paying off. Having received an anonymous yet detailed notification about the dark operations of the Mafia world a few weeks back, I was here to pursue further. My short hair slid backwards as I straightened my gown, looking at my image in the available mirror. “Hello, Fierce lady. Was your knee hurt from a little scuffle because you took quite long in the restroom?” I heard another voice say to me as I made my way to the seat where I sat before. “Who are you?” I asked, my guard going up. “Relax. I noticed you a little while back,” the voice responded. I couldn't make out the face in the dark, but he seemed to have handsome features. His hair was styled in a manly manner, one that piqued my curiosity. “Oh, well… I only had to prepare to defend myself better,” I said, referring to his first comment. “You're one intriguing young lady. Do you mind telling me about yourself?” he asked harmlessly. We went on to discuss random things. It was my second time meeting someone who got me talking about crazy sides of myself in a short while. The first person was a spy, I wonder who this will be. “If I am to talk about my future, I guess it would be to make more money?,” my newly found friend said. “Make more money? I thought you were a wealthy man doing just alright?” “Well, money is beneficial at all times, so one shouldn't relax because he's got a little hang over it.” He was about to say something else when a young man clad in a black suit came over and whispered something in his ears. “I guess you've got to go now,” I said as soon as the message was delivered, picking my glass of wine in the process. “That's true. I am glad I got to talk to you, Ms...?” I turned to look at him. It's funny how we had almost an hour exchange of words without knowing each other's name. “If fate will have it, you'll get to know my name and I also will in our next encounter,” I said dismissively. I could feel a smirk on his face as he let out a small chuckle and disappeared into the dark. Immediately he left, my hands found my phone as I placed a called through to my best friend. “Come find me, Sarah,” I said before she could say anything else, and ended the call. Feeling a bit tipsy, I took more wine. It seemed strongly alcoholic, but I tried my possible best to stay in control and that explains the early morning attack from Sarah. “So, were you able to meet Dante Marino yesterday?,” Sarah asked when she made sure I had fully recollected all the happenings of the previous day. “No, I couldn't. I doubt he was at the bar yesterday because I didn't notice anything strange.” I tried making my way out of the bed, but a splitting headache followed. I guess this is what they call a hangover! It's been years since I last had this. “I wonder what you would do without me, Rossi! I got a hangover soup for you already, so get your lazy ass outta that bed and get it downstairs,” Sarah mocked as she made her way away from my room. “If fate has it…” I repeated my words as I got ready for the day. This stranger had eaten into me more than a day encounter, talking of making his way to my dreams and bringing out a part of me that had gone down the hill for years. “Fate had better not have our paths cross anymore,” I mused.