Mafia’s Harem

The Phone Call

Chapter 5: The Phone Call


The drive home felt longer than usual. Streetlights blurred past as I gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands. My mind kept replaying every slow, filthy detail of what happened with Lila in that bathroom. The way her tight creamy p***y had gripped my massive c**k like a velvet fist. The slutty way she moaned my name when I pounded deep into her womb. The obscene squelching sounds her soaked cunt made with every thrust. The way she begged for every thick inch while her juices ran down my balls and thighs in messy rivers. The tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her pretty face as I stretched both her holes. It had been intense. The best s*x I had ever had. But the high was already crashing hard. Another job gone. The tenth in a single month. Rent was due in two weeks. Groceries were getting low. Mom would worry again and the twins would never let me live it down.

I parked my old sedan in the lot of our rundown apartment complex and dragged myself upstairs. The second I opened the front door the rich smell of homemade pasta sauce hit me hard. It wrapped around me like a warm hug. Mom was in the small kitchen stirring a big pot, humming softly to herself like she always did after a long day. My stepsisters Emma and Sophia, both eighteen and identical twins with long dark hair cascading down their backs and tight little bodies, were lounging at the dining table scrolling on their phones. They both looked up the moment I stepped inside, still wearing my work uniform that carried the faint scent of s*x, sweat, and failure.

“Matteo is home way too early,” Emma announced with a wide grin, nudging her identical sister. Sophia’s eyes lit up immediately with that mischievous sparkle they both shared so perfectly.

Mom glanced over her shoulder from the stove. “You are back already sweetheart? Everything alright at the diner? Did they let you off early tonight?”

I tossed my jacket onto the hook by the door and headed straight for the table without saying much. “Got fired. Again.”

The twins exploded into loud laughter. They did not hold back at all. Emma nearly fell off her chair clutching her stomach while Sophia pointed at me with a big dramatic gesture, her eyes wide with fake shock.

“Oh my god, not again!” Sophia howled through her laughter. “Ten jobs in one month? That has to be a new record even for you, big brother. You are on a roll.”

Emma wiped fake tears from her eyes, still giggling uncontrollably. “What was it this time, big brother? Did some jealous guy catch his wife staring at that massive bulge in your pants again? Or did you accidentally knock over a table with it while serving drinks? I can picture it so clearly.”

Sophia leaned forward, her tight tank top showing plenty of cleavage as she grinned mischievously. “Remember the last one at the warehouse? The manager said he had to let you go because female employees kept getting distracted. Distracted by what exactly? Your third leg swinging around like a baseball bat in those work pants? I bet they could not stop looking.”

They kept going, feeding off each other the way twins always did. Emma jumped in again without missing a beat. “Or maybe you got hard during your shift and it was too obvious this time. You are so handsome, Matteo, seriously. That face could get you anything in the world. But then you stand up and boom — instant problem. No one can focus when you are around with that monster in your pants.”

Sophia laughed even harder, slapping the table. “I bet the waitress was staring too. Wait, did you finally get laid before they fired you? You have not had any action since that disaster with your first girlfriend in high school. Poor girl ran out crying halfway through because you are way too big for her tight little virgin p***y. She probably told all her friends about the horse c**k that ruined her for life.”

“Girls, give him a break,” Mom called from the kitchen, though she was clearly trying not to smile. She brought the big pot of spaghetti to the table and started serving everyone generous portions. “Sit down and eat, Matteo. We will talk about the job situation later. There is always another opportunity.”

I slumped into my chair and dug into the pasta, letting the twins continue their relentless teasing while I ate. They went on for a long time, joking about all my previous firings in detail. How I got kicked out of the retail store because a customer’s girlfriend kept accidentally brushing against me every time I walked by. How the coffee shop manager said my presence was creating a hostile work environment for all the jealous boyfriends who noticed their girlfriends staring. Emma and Sophia were cracking up the whole time, making exaggerated gestures about the size of my d**k and how it ruined my life at every turn.

Emma kept going with a big smile on her face. “Seriously though, Matteo, how do you even walk with that thing between your legs all day? No wonder every girl stares. It must be heavy as hell hanging there. Does it get in the way when you try to run or sit down?”

Sophia nodded, laughing so hard she had to catch her breath. “Yeah, and it is not fair at all. You have the handsome face, the tall broad-shouldered body, and then God gave you that absolute monster between your legs. Of course you keep getting fired everywhere you go. Maybe you should just embrace it and start an OnlyFans or something. You would make millions with that c**k. Girls would line up around the block to get a taste.”

The teasing continued throughout the entire meal. They described in vivid detail every humiliating firing I had gone through in the last month. They made jokes about how my bulge probably caused car accidents on the street. They wondered out loud if I had finally f****d the waitress tonight before getting caught. The twins painted a picture of me as the handsome guy cursed with a c**k too big for normal life. It was embarrassing, but their laughter was familiar and almost comforting in a weird way. Living in this tiny apartment with them had made us incredibly close over the years. They were my stepsisters, but they felt like real family. Still, the teasing stung tonight more than usual after the intense high with Lila.

Dinner stretched on with more jokes from the twins. They eventually moved on to teasing each other about boys at college, but every few minutes they circled back to me with fresh material. “Maybe you should get a job where you can work from home,” Sophia suggested with a playful wink. “Or become a porn star. At least then that giant thing would finally be useful instead of getting you fired everywhere you go.”

Emma nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah! With your handsome face and that monster c**k you would make millions. Girls would line up for it. I bet they would pay good money to get stretched and ruined just like that poor waitress probably did today before Gino caught you.”

Mom eventually shut them down when the jokes got too wild, but the damage was done. I helped clear the table afterward, feeling drained. The day had been too much. After finishing the dishes I told everyone I was going to lie down early. I headed to my small bedroom, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the bed without even changing clothes. Sleep took me fast.

My phone ringing woke me up with a start. The room was still dim with early morning light filtering through the blinds. I groaned and rolled over, grabbing the phone from the nightstand. The screen showed 6:00 AM. I had crashed hard and slept through the night. The number was unknown, some out-of-state area code. I stared at it for a few seconds, debating whether to answer. Probably another debt collector or spam call. I really did not want to deal with it right now.

But something made me swipe to answer anyway.

“Hello?” My voice was still groggy with sleep.

A calm, professional male voice came through clearly. “Good morning. Is this Matteo Rossi?”

“Yeah, who is this?”

“My name is Lucas Santos. I am your father’s lawyer.”

I frowned, sitting up a little straighter. “Who?”

“Your father, Antonio De Santos.”

I let out a short, bitter laugh. “My dad is dead. He died when I was a baby. Wrong number, man.”

The lawyer did not miss a beat. “I am afraid that is not accurate, Mr. Rossi. Your father, Antonio De Santos, has been alive this whole time. He passed away one week ago. There are urgent matters regarding his estate that require your immediate attention.”

I froze completely, heart suddenly hammering in my chest. This had to be some kind of sick prank. “What the f**k are you talking about? This is not funny.”

Lucas Santos continued in the same steady tone. “I understand this is a shock. But I have all the documentation. Your full name is Matteo Alessandro Rossi. Your mother’s name is Maria Rossi. Your date of birth is March 12, 2005. You currently reside at 1427 Oakwood Apartments with your mother and stepsisters Emma and Sophia. Your father left specific instructions for this moment.”

Every detail he listed was correct. My stomach dropped. I was fully awake now, sitting upright on the edge of the bed, gripping the phone so tight my knuckles turned white. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. How could my father be alive all this time? Why the lies? What kind of man leaves his son thinking he is dead for twenty-one years?

The lawyer went on. “A car will be sent to pick you up at 10 am. Please be ready. We have much to discuss about your father’s businesses, properties, and the substantial inheritance that now belongs to you.”

The lawyer ended the call and I stared at the wall, mind reeling. “What the f**k…”

Everything I thought I knew about my life had just been flipped upside down in one phone call. The diner. Lila. The constant firings because of my size. None of it seemed to matter anymore. A whole new world was waiting. One that might finally explain the monster I carried between my legs and the life I had been living in the shadows.