The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 2 - Enzo

After I called Bianco, my right-hand man, to clean up the beautiful mess I made in the alley, a sense of calm overtook me as I leaned against the wall. As well as a sense of confusion thinking about Ava Greenwich. I am so hard it physically hurts and all I can think about is how her eyes widened, and pupils dilated as I stole some of her breath when I grabbed her pretty throat and shoved her against the wall. Clearly someone loves a little rough play. I wonder how much further she would go over a little choking and manhandling.

STOP! I can’t be thinking about this right now. The little nosey vixen is now my new lawyer at my behest, and I cannot go there and screw her, no matter how much I may want to.

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The next day, I walked into the Greenwich, Jordan and Loughlin law office and asked the downstairs receptionist where I could find the little vixen from the night before. As I was asking, Ignacio rounded the corner and stalled for a second when he saw me before continuing towards me.

“Mr King,” he greeted me with an outstretched arm. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“You don’t,” I said as I shook his hand. “I am here to see Ava Greenwich.”

Ignacio’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open, clearly shocked by my answer.

“Why do you need to see her?” His lip curled in disgust for a millisecond before righting himself, clearly hoping I didn’t notice such an emotion coming from him about his daughter. I notice everything. I wonder why he feels that way about his daughter. I’ll have to broach the subject with her in our meeting.

“You are fired, Ignacio, and Ava will be my new lawyer.” I could hear the receptionist gasp as Ignacio’s face turned red and his brows furrowed.

“Why would you want a junior partner over the most senior partner of this law firm?” he seethed, sounding like he was trying to hold back a growl. I smiled.

“I have read about a few of Ava’s more high-profile cases that she has done exceptionally well in, and I would like to give her a chance on more daunting cases that may come her way,” I said with a knowing look.

“I didn’t know you did charity, Mr. King,” he spat, becoming more and more out of control of his emotions as I spoke.

“You don’t seem to have a high opinion of your daughter Ignacio, even though she is one of your junior partners.”

He took a slight step back and his eyes widened as the knowledge kicked in that I knew exactly who she was to him. He straightened up quickly before replying, “Well, I wish you all the best with your new lawyer. You know where I am if you change your mind.” He stomped off, cutting off our conversation completely.

The receptionist showed me where my little vixen’s office was, even though I was thirty minutes early and knocked on the door.

“Mr. King is here to see you, Miss Greenwich,” she said calmly.

“He’s early. Make him wait until I at least eat something before he comes in, please Janet.”

I barged through the door past Janet and caught my little vixen with a sandwich in her mouth. All I could think about was how her perfectly pink lips would look, wrapped and slurping around my c**k. Stop brain, I can’t think about this. She looked up at me while she chewed what she had bitten before swallowing.

“Of course, you would show up early and not wait until your appointment time,” she grumbled.

I could feel the smirk forming at the corner of my lips. “I wait for no one.”

She put the rest of her sandwich away and then turned to her computer.

“So,” she said with an air of nonchalance, “Did you insist on meeting me today to discuss last night?”

“Yes. As I said last night, the scene you walked in on will be your first attorney client privilege session with me, or I will bury you,” I said firmly.

“I assume by said scene, you mean literally.”

“Yes.”

“Noted. Anything else?”

“Yes. You will be on call for me and any appointments you have will be cancelled immediately when you are needed.”

“What?” Her eyes and mouth widened. “I can’t just do that to any of my clients.”

I sat forward in my chair, pinning her with a look that said don’t f**k with me. “You can and you will.”

I walked behind her desk. She stood up, and I caged her in between me and her desk and moved my mouth close to her ear. I could hear her small gasp, but it didn’t sound like fear.

“I could smell your arousal last night,” I looked down at her legs, then back up, “and I saw the sheen of it dribbling down your legs. "You’re not like other girls, are you, little vixen?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she sighed lustfully.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean,” I smirked at her and realised what I was doing, so I pushed away from her and walked straight out her door, out of the building and onto the street. I looked up to the sky and released a frustrated breath. What the f**k was that about?

I climbed into the back of my car and told the chauffeur to take me to Pinky’s strip bar. The lust in my veins was going wild. My c**k was painfully hard as I thought about how her long, shapely legs would look over my shoulders as I plunged my tongue inside her and over her c**t, bringing her to what would undoubtedly be the best orgasm she ever had. Then I would plunge my c**k inside her tight cunt until she screamed her pleasure and painted me with her release. I really need to get laid, but not by her. I made her my lawyer last night, and I need to stay away from her unless professionally required, or there’s no chance my little vixen will get away from me.