The Mobster. [Mafia Rom-Com]

Kiss Me.

C A M I L L E

Stepping around the thick iron door of my storeroom, I slammed it closed, jerking the handle roughly, I waited for the telltale click that told me the door was locked. I checked it twice in case the door somehow didn’t lock.

It would be a disaster if someone finds out what's inside.

Grabbing some chips and soda from the kitchen I went to my bedroom and dived into my comfortable double bed. Switching on Netflix, I gobbled down my snack and slowly drifted to deep sleep.

"Son of a snob!" I groaned loudly, waking up to the sound of the doorbell, I stretched my arms up in the air and lazily crawled to the front door greeting Ava and Emma with my bad breath.

"Hello, bitches." I yawned.

"Hello to you too sleepyhead." Emma pushed past me with bags of stuff they had brought—probably food and clothes.

"Yeah, sure Cami, blow more bad breath on my face." Sarcasm dripped from Ava's words. Smirking internally I stepped closer to Ava and yawned right on her face making her scowl. She pushed me back roughly, scrunching her face in disgust.

"You'll pay for that b***h!" She growled. Chuckling deeply I closed the door behind them.

We all made our way to my bathroom, beelining for the huge Italian jacuzzi. Whenever the girls come over we hang out in my jacuzzi and have our spa time. Stripping out of our clothes we all stepped into the water, enveloping us in delicious heat. With bubbles and fruity scents all around me, I rested my back in a comfy position and drowned in my thoughts.

Having friends by my side and an aunt who visits once in a year doesn't fill the empty void of not having a mom or dad. I miss them. And the fact that they didn't die a natural death depresses me more. They were murdered.

I remember the awful days when I searched for the bastard who took away all my happiness from me, the only ones who loved me truly. I did everything I could to seek justice. But failed. After a time I stopped struggling. At that stage, I never thought I would be able to move on. But Brandon helped me pass through that dark period of my life. He knew the pain, he knew the grief and the awful phase I was going through.

But I swore to myself, the day I found Kai Parker, would be his last. I don't know how he looks, who he is, where he is. What I know is, he killed my parents and he ain't getting away with it.

I try to live a normal life, going to parties, chilling with friends, watching Netflix till I fall asleep but sometimes I just get tired and stop pretending to be normal. You can guess, I don't have a love life. I don't do relationships. I just flirt, bang and get the hell out. Boys are actually on their knees in front of me. Wanting more than a one night stand. But I just shoo them away.

Glancing at the wall clock above I realized how much time has passed. Grabbing my bathrobe I put it on and went towards my closet. My parents were as rich as all of the world’s virgin gold so I have plenty to spend till I die. I raked my hands through the clothes. Brandon's Club is a very high-class club so I moved past the jeans and hoodie section of the closet.

I chose a black body-hugging dress that had a deep boat neck showing a bit of cleavage, with long sleeves. It ended just two inches above my knees. And the sexy part, it was backless. I grabbed my black high heels and my favorite blue diamond necklace. Ava and Emma also wrapped towels around themselves. The girls brought their own outfits. We started up on makeup and hair while they filled me with all the events of Saltzman university while I was away.

My dark brown wavy hair was always ready-to-go. I just brushed them and curled the ends. I put on some foundation with a thin eyeliner and dark mascara. I chose a dark red lipstick, and gloss to highlight my lips. I put some highlighter on my cheekbones and voila! I was ready to go. I jumped into my outfit so did Ava and Emma. Drowning myself in Victoria Secret's bombshell, I looked in the mirror. Satisfied with my final look I grabbed my phone and black purse. I texted Brandon that we will be at the club in fifteen minutes.

I grabbed my car keys, literally kicked Ava and Emma out and locked the house. Starting the engine of my Mercedes, we drove off to the Black Club.

"To welcome back the badass!" Brandon shouted, lifting his vodka bottle high in the air and then taking a large gulp of it. Jumping down from dancing on the bar, Brandon made his way towards me.

"You look smoking hot, Cami," Brandon said with lust swirling in his eyes.

"You cleaned yourself very well too." I chuckled. He arched his brow saying really?

"Are you ready for your dare Cami?" He came unnecessarily close to me.

"I was born ready boy." I smirked, grabbing a shot from the passing waiter and gulping it down. I felt the liquid burning in my throat.

"Kiss me." My eyes snapped to him. I looked at him dumbfounded.

"I thought you were born ready?" He mocked me. Not like to be told twice I snatched the vodka from his hands and drank the rest of the bottle in three big gulps. Throwing the bottle behind me, I pushed Brandon backward and he landed on the couch behind him.

"Oops! Feisty much!" I ignored his remark and climbed his lap, straddling him, with an evil smirk on my face, I attacked him. . . with my lips. His hands wrapped around my waist drawing me closer to his body. We made out for a while.

K A I

"Seriously? What are you, seven?" I scowled at Enzo who was sitting in a pile of coats.

"Help me out, Kai."

"You are going to a club to watch your target, Enzo. Not to dance on a pole like a slut that cares about a two-piece bikini." I snapped.

He chuckled but stopped when he saw I was not joking. I was beyond pissed. We were in my closet for the past fifteen minutes and Enzo is not able to choose between black or dark blue suit. These are the times when you cannot tell that this whiny, tantrum-throwing Lorenzo is the same Lorenzo as the Lorenzo O'Connell in the torture room.

"How about this one Kai?"

I snapped. "Wear whatever the f**k you want and get your whiny ass downstairs in five minutes!" Not daring to say another word he nodded and hurriedly, spinning on a heel to head into the changing room.

Walking into my room I quickly threw my black coat over my black shirt. I didn't bother with a tie. It's hard to get rid of a tie when you are drunk and want to bang a girl. Looking in the mirror, I brushed my uneven hair. Then I ran my hand through it. I liked it messy.

So do women. My subconscious jumped in.

While adjusting all of my three guns to sit comfortably under my suit, I glanced at the dagger on my dresser. Screams of mother started ringing in my ears. Her pleas. Her apologies. Her eyes begging for mercy. Memories of that night came rushing into my head.

F L A S H B A C K

I stood outside my mother's room eavesdropping. My body went rigid when I heard mother's moans and another man's cussing. I heard the shuffling of sheets.

I couldn't believe what I just heard now. Mother? With a man? After father died she closed herself into her room. No one was allowed in, except for her bodyguard. Bodyguard! My mother is f*****g a low-class fucktard?! Just as I was about to knock down the door and rip that asshole's head off I heard my mother's voice.

"Harold! Is our plan working well?"

"Well? I would say beyond perfect, my lady. In just two weeks the Parker Mafia will belong to us. Your pathetic sons will be taken care of."

"You always bring pleasure to me, Harold." I heard him chuckle at my mother's double meaning words.

I couldn't believe my ears! All this time mother was plotting against me?! One thing my father taught me well enough, Don't even think twice in ripping off your betrayer's throat. Never have mercy. Anger boiled inside me. I fished out my phone, texting Lorenzo.

"Get ready to have fun. Meet me outside Suzanne's room." That b***h doesn't deserve to be called mother. Fun was our code word for bringing weapons along.

"In a minute brother." Enzo texted back.

Just seconds later I saw Lorenzo coming my way. I told him everything and the plan. With one solid kick, I knocked down the door of Suzanne's room. Looking at their terrified expressions my blood boiled. I could only see betrayal and my father's words danced in my head. Holding my bronze dagger tightly in my hand I advance to my mother. That word brings a sour taste to my mouth.

Harold tried to protect Suzanne but Lorenzo slit open his throat with one swift move with his straight bladed razor. Blood sprayed out his neck onto Lorenzo's face. A satisfied expression appeared on his face. Suzanne screamed loudly, struggling to speak.

"No-no, no Kai wh- no! No!"

Reaching forward to Suzanne I roughly grabbed her by the hair and knocked her head on the table with full force. She groaned in pain and collapsed on the floor. Getting on my knees I looked straight in her eyes.

"See you in hell, Suzanne." Hatred flooded my voice. With that, I stabbed the dagger into her heart.

Not once. Not twice. Not thrice.

Repeatedly until her last breath was out. Her high-pitched screams filled my ear. Her hands dropped to her side lifelessly which were holding my collar seconds ago, begging for mercy. I pushed my back against the bed falling on my butt, I looked around me. I was covered in her blood. I could feel her blood on my face, my hands, I could taste her blood on my lips.

Lorenzo offered me his hand. Standing up on my feet we made our way to our bar to drink the night away.

T O D A Y

It's been nine years to that day. I shook my head to get the memories out of my mind. Stepping downstairs I saw Lorenzo waiting for me in his black suit. We were going with twenty of our men. They all will go as public but their eyes will be on Brandon. I decided just to have fun tonight. No blood will flow. Just chicks and drinks. Sitting in the car with Lorenzo I ordered the driver to drive off. Reaching the club, Enzo turned to me.

"Let's get the party started Kai?" He stepped out of the car, so did I, smirking darkly. The guard opened the door and I was greeted with blasting music, sweating bodies grinding into each other, pathetic teenagers making out and of course, underage teenagers getting their asses drunk. We advanced towards our private room. In my way someone crashed into me.

"Son of a— Look where you step, fucktard!" The girl scowled without looking up. Since that someone was a girl I didn't even budge from the crash. Did I forget to mention I have a body of Greek God?

"Now, now, now, I wouldn't say that If I were you, sexy pants." I fired back with arrogance lacing my voice.