The Second Chance - Mafia

Focus

BECKER

I’ve been distracted from work ever since I moved that girl in here! Luckily Andre and the boys have been picking up my slack. They filled me in on what’s been happening, captured a man who was attempting to steal from me, I’m happy to say he’s been dealt with, personally. Now I have a meeting to get too, I’m about to head upstairs to change when I decide to go to my meeting with the blood of the last man who tried to cross me on my shirt. As a pre warning.

As I walk towards the stables for my meeting with a race horse breeder I can feel eyes on me. I turn to glance around my surroundings, I see the back of her auburn hair. She’s walking back into the room. She’s been watching me.

I step into the stable yard and my eyes clock the man straight away, mid 40’s, his figure is impressive, slim, toned it seems. He’s in good shape. As I get closer I can recognise that his face however has not aged kindly like his body. Wrinkles, tough looking tanned sagging skin, dark circles around his eyes, his greying hair brushed and gelled neatly. His eyes find mine and he smiles, however once the trail down to my blood stained shirt they widen slightly, he’s quick to recompose himself though. “Mr Ramono! Pleased to meet you.” He holds his hand out for me, I nod my head in response and shake his hand. I am many things but impolite is not one of them. Manners cost nothing. “Mr Davies.” I acknowledge his presence. He takes a step back and looks around my courtyard in awe. “You have a wonderful yard sir.” I nod my head once more in agreement. His eyes land on one particular horse, he walks over hesitantly. He glances back to me to ensure I’m okay with him freely walking around. I smile politely. “what a stunning creature!” He exclaims once he gets a better look at him. “Salv. Named after Salvatore Maranzano.” The man nodded his head in understanding. Of course most people know who Salvatore Maranzano is. He created the Mafia in America. Not many people don’t shiver at the name. “He’s a beauty. Have you ever bred him?” I shake my head. “Haven’t yet. That’s why you’re here.” He nods his head again in understanding. “So you want to get in on the horse racing business?” I watch him thoughtfully. Wondering if he’s a good choice for me or not. “He’s a great stud to begin with. Strong, beautifully built. Bulky, his structure is greatly balanced. He’d make an amazing racehorse himself.” He seems to know his stuff about horses I’ll give him that. “I have a lovely mare he’d suit. They’d make spectacular offspring.” I nod my head in interest. “Okay. Look. I want the best. So I’m entrusting you with this task. I don’t have to explain to you what is at stake here.” Taking a pause I look down to my shirt, his eyes follow suit and he gulps slightly. “I’m a man of my word, if you can produce me the best of the best. I will give you a 20% cut from earnings the offspring makes.” His eyes widen. “T…twenty percent?” I nod my head. He smiles brightly. “It’s a deal!” I nod my head “great. I’ll have Andre set up the paperwork for you to sign. NDA’s, contracts that stuff. Then we can get started. Thank you for coming.” I turn and walk away, as I walk away Andre passes me by to escort Mr Davies out from the stables to his office where he can get the contracts and NDA sorted.

I think I’ll have a quick shower before heading to my office to get caught up on more work. Once I’m back in my room i can’t help but think about Laney, I wonder what she’s doing. The thought is bizarre to me, why am I thinking about her? f*****g snap out of it Becker! I strip off and walk into my shower, the hot water pours over me rinsing the blood away. I quickly wash myself over, then I find myself thinking about her again. I wonder what she saw, and what she thought when she saw my blood covered shirt. Did it scare her? Is she fascinated by that too like she is my basement? She can deny it all she wants. I saw that gleam in her eyes as much as she wants to hide it; I know it was there. The thought instantly gets me hard. I grip onto my throbbing c**k, closing my eyes I imagine it being Laney holding it, pumping me up and down. The sensation builds inside as I continue to work myself, her inexperienced hands I imagine fumbling all over my c**k, her smart mouth, oh god the things I’d do to that mouth! I hit my peak, groaning as the white liquid spills out over my shower floor. I rest my head against the cold tiles of the wall. f**k me. What’s happening to me?!