The Mafia Boss Plaything

Chapter 5: Forgetting him.

They are like celebrities or better still royalties here. That’s true.

Seeing him up close for the first time was a shock to me. I have never really paid attention to the local news or the latest gossip. But the way Andrea talk about him…. Well if I am being truthful it is the way she talks about all the male celebrities.

I was not expecting him to be so……. Hot.

He has the type of face that just fills your head with dirty thoughts and stormy blue eyes that speak of great knowledge, someone who knows too much. He smiled and it did devastating things to my senses. For f***s sake I was standing before naked and I was aroused!!! I mean, I was being threatened and told to strip bare and I was turned on by it like a sicko. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I see my skin flush thinking of how he looked sitting there just few feet away from my bare flesh checking every flesh, crevice and mound. Every bit of me bare and open to his scrutiny. I might not be experienced in the s****l way but I know when a man is into what they see and he looked like that, he even groaned a bit, that further made my kitty leak moisture.

A bit of me wonder if I would have been able to say no if he attempted to touch me. As a girl with no s****l orientation or experience my body’s reaction to a stranger albeit a dangerous one is baffling.

Must be hormones, my period is coming soon anyways so that explains it.

A part of me thinks it’s the danger that’s attractive to me. The darkness I see swirling in his icy blue gaze.

“f**k Julie. You just had to act like a damn hussy. Thank God he didn’t see it.” I berate myself. It would have just combusted into thin air and evaporated away.

I can’t believe I went through all that. I would have just disappeared and no one would have known till maybe a day or two after and even if they find out it is the Costellos that did it, it’s not like they can arrest them or take them to court. They have so much power that they own the police and law enforcement in this country. They are feared and respected by all. If I tell Andrea and Marco they are going to freak the f**k out. I was in Sergio Costellos study..... naked!!!!! 

That’s terrifying on its on. 

With the walls and the building of his mansion, everything screamed money! Wealth. Enough money to do whatever and buy whatever they want to. 

Andrea’s family have money, there are two kinds of money here. There’s the new money. Young people making money from tech and oil, venturing into the new world progressive economy. They are enriching their families and creating wealth but there is the old money. Clearly from ‘old’ we know it has been existing and passed down from generation to generation. That’s the type of money the Costellos come from and Andreas family, the Hugos.

“enough of all this pity party. Go do something with your life.” I tell myself through the mirror.

I turn around and head to my bedroom. I also decorated it myself. It is bigger than the living room and the perfect size for me. I didn’t come with much stuff from Dallas. I took a plane and came with just a box and a carry-on. Mama sent my books to me later on. But walking through the beautiful town and cities I have been able to stock up on clothes and since the weather here is mild and sunny I have more of skirts, shorts and summer gowns.

My closet is filled with clothes and shoes and my room is painted a soft blue, also an inspo idea. Blue aesthetics. I find the color soothing and calming. My pillows and curtains are also a soft blue color. Pretty. I got one or two things I could find to pull it off.

I grab my phone and as expected see a bunch of missed calls from Andrea.

And lots of text messages.

“pick up your phone.”

“why aren’t you picking up?”

“answer the damn phone bitch.”

“when I find you I’m going to box your ears out.”

“you’d better have a good explanation on why you forgot about the plans we had.”

I read everything and hit call.

She picks it on the second ring.

“b***h where have you been?? I thought you were dead or something.” she says into the phone.

‘hello Andrea, that’s ironic because I nearly got killed today.” I tell her.

“what was that? I can’t here you I am at Nana’s house. Give me a minute.” she tells me.

I hear a lot of screaming and shouting in the back. that’s how her Nana’s house normally is. Andrea Hugo. She comes from a rich family. With all the wealth they are still the normal Italian ruckus family, they gather together every friday night to have dinner. You can imagine how it is with children running around and screaming, uncles and aunties playing games and having pizza eating contests or drinking games and everyone telling stories, most times they try to see who can come up with the best most embarrassing stories of other family members. I have been invited and I have actually gone there many times. It was a shock and now I love going there.

“okay. I am away from all the noise now……..Maria don’t come in here, Aunt Andrea is busy…… yes, I’ll come and play with you after this I promise.” she says to her little cousin.

“okay. I am back for real this time, I swear all these kids drive me nuts.” she goes on.

I chuckle.

‘but you love them.” I add.

“unfortunately I do.” she gives a long sigh.

I laugh.

“so where have you been Chica?? I tried to reach you earlier and got nothing after a while I started to worry. I was going to go with you for dinner and stop by at Nana’s place later. I needed the bit of fresh air.” she adds. I know she just rolled her eyes.

“I am so sorry mia. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging….. actually something did happen to me and I am going to tell now but you mustn’t tell anyone.” I tell her.

“come on now, you know I won’t tell, now spill. You have me curious here.” she says and I can just imagine her sitting up to listen.

“okay.” I take in a deep breathe.

“you know how I have that assignment I told you about and I was going to check out that warehouse and meet you later…...” I trail off.

“yes. And I also remember telling you to not go there on your own. That place looks like it’s going to cave in at anytime.” she drones on.

“yeah. You did say that……. So well….. when I was there these men came in. one minute there weren’t there and the next minute there they were.”  

“and what?? you have me in suspense here.” she shouts.

“I’m getting to it. Hold your horses woman.” I tell her.

“okay…..” she says.

“you wouldn’t believe who it was… it was Sergio Costello and his men.” I drop and she gasps in shock.

“tell me you’re joking or this is a wild tale.” she harps on.

“why would I do that?” I ask her.

“That’s true. You never lie. Sergio Costello the number on feared man in the whole of Italy and his army of the dead.” she says dramatically.

‘army of the dead??” I ask curious.

“yeah, you know. Because wherever he goes with his men people end up dying.” she explains.

“oh. I get it.” I roll my eyes at her innuendo but I can’t help to mentally agree that she is telling the truth. My mind goes to the men I heard begging for his life. I don’t know what he did, he met his end this night and I would have. I can’t tell Andrea about it, I would be putting her and her family in danger .

“Did he see you though? You are alive and talking to me now that means you got out of there as fast as you could Si?”

“not exactly. When I heard them come in I hid and made a little noise. Thinking it was an intruder or a spy… I mean they were the intruders but they came and found me. I swear Andrea, I thought I was going to die! But he spared my life and told his driver to come drop me at my house.” I tell her.

I know. I know.

I am leaving a lot out of the story. I can’t give her all the information for many reasons.