The Mafia Boss Plaything

Chapter 4: Man of the night.

JULIE’S POV

His formidable figure stands and approaches me. He walks around me and I my hands nervously fidgets beside me.

“beautiful.” he says.

His hand trail down my arm and goose pimples trickle down my arm.

“such beautiful hair.” his hand grabs a lock and rubs it between his fingers.

“and the most unusual color of eyes I have ever seen.” he says staring at me.

Even if I want to I can’t pull my eyes away from his.

I feel dirty. My thighs is moistened from my p***y leaking juices.

I take a deep breathe and hold it praying he doesn’t see it because I will be humiliated. He is here looking at me like I am the most fascinating and beautiful thing he has ever seen. And under his scrutiny I got aroused. I have never felt uncontrollable lust before. I lack any control of my body responses. My thighs felt the drip of wetness when he told me to pull my bra off. I was scared at first and then I became turned on.

His hand trails down my back leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

“so soft.”

His hand wraps around my throat and pulls my face back to look at him.

He is just looking at me.

“please don’t hurt me.” I tell him.

I think that does it for him because he moves away from me and turns his back to me.

“put your clothes back on. I’ll have my driver drop you at your house.” he tells me.

I don’t say anything. I just put my clothes back on and pick my bag up. He motions for me to follow him. I trail behind him as we descend down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs an elderly man is waiting.

‘Gerald, take Miss winters to her home. Thank you.” he instructs the man.

He doesn’t say anything to me, he just turns on his heels and leaves.

I should feel relief but I feel disappointed. I don’t know why. I also feel relief. I am not going to end up dead and my body found by locals because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I follow Gerald out to where the car is waiting, he opens the door for me and I murmur my thanks.  

I feel even more intense relief when we drive out of the gate of his mansion. Clutching my bag to my chest I am numb. Perhaps waiting to wake up from this nightmare. It doesn’t happen. I even go as far as pinching myself thinking this must be bad dream.

He drive for a long time before we get to the the city. The lights, smells and bustle of Italy soothes me. They all merge and hit me in the right spots. It reminds me of why I chose to come study in Italy I n the first place. Mum insisted I go somewhere closer to home but I wouldn’t have enjoyed it even if I did go there to please her. And it helped my case that i got a full ride scholarship. Since I can remember been into buildings and structures I always wanted to come to Italy. It lured me in like a siren’s song. The beautiful cathedrals and houses. Everything from the rich culture to the people and don’t get me started on their food. This is where I came and at the beginning adapting was a kind of hard. Things are done a bit differently here than in the states. But a young girl from Dallas, I adapted quickly and made the best friends in the world that I can not imagine life without.

Marcel and Andrea, my best friends. That reminds me, I have not checked my phone I am sure I have a lot of missed calls from Andrea. We were supposed to go out for dinner after I am came back from scouting the area of my project topic.

“we are here miss.” the driver calls my attention.

“oh. Ohhh. sorry.” I was lost in thought there for a minute. I look out and recognize the faded painting of my apartment complex. I think the now brownish color used to be white.

“Thank you very much.” I tell him and gather my bag and step out of the car albeit like a fumbling school girl, all awkward limbs.

I straighten myself and shut the door. He drives off and I pivot on the feet and hurry into my apartment building and straight to my apartment.

Once I’m inside I lean on the door in exhaustion. I am thankful I didn’t meet Mrs. Fiona in the hallway. At eighty seven, she is surprisingly strong and chatty for her age, always have a worldly advice or two to share to us ”young blood” and normally it is very entertaining and refreshing but I don’t have the strength for it this night.

My body sags with what I believe is the exhaustion that came from the adrenaline I was feeling before.

I still find it kind of hard to believe that I got so close to being killed this night and I would have just died and my mother would have come to identify my body that was found in the river or an alley. It would break her.

My life is pretty normal. I wake up every morning, go for a run if I can or stretch out in my modest living room, after that I make breakfast If there’s anytime and head straight for my classes. I am one of those few students that live not so far from the campus. I am thankful not to be living in the dorms so this space no matter how little it is, is mine and I am grateful for that. After classes I head to my job where I start my evening shift at the Café five blocks away from here. I do my shift and head home. Most days I am so tired that after I get in I just fall on my face and that’s it.

Shuffling between school as an architecture student and having a job is no joke at all but I need the money and I can’t put all the burden on my mum. The scholarship I got was a full ride through university but that does not cover my everyday expenses such as food, utilities and rent money.

I move away from the door and walk to the bathroom. Standing in my small bathroom, it is not much to look at but I am content with how I have turned it into something out of Pinterest. I think that’s one of the best app to be ever created, I don’t know but it is overflowing with inspo ideas for practically everything you need help on. I stand there and stare at myself.

The most unique feature I have is my violet colored eyes. From a young age I had people always stopping to stare at my eyes and their unusual color. Mama told me that she always had to stop whenever she took me out because people would always stop to stare and coo. At a certain age of about five to ten I even had one or two people approach me and mama about me modeling but mama wasn’t having it. She said the dangers it would open me up to was enormous and she wasn’t even considering letting me do it. I get where she was coming from. My blonde thick mane is another thing I love about myself. My mama is Caucasian and her mother side she’s German and dad was part black and part Asian. So you can say I am a mix of different race and ethnicity in one jumble. I get my blonde hair from my mother’s side and my eye color I get from my dad’s side. They have a lot of unique features on his side of the family.

Other than those two features I like about myself I feel very basic most of the time. Not to sound humble at all, there are days where I feel very pretty and above average but even then I am still a girl and seeing many Italian beauties, so jaw dropping that sometimes I have to take a pause and absorb all of it in. I splash cold water on my face and pat it dry with a towel. It doesn’t bring color back into my face.

Today I was genuinely terrified of what would have become of me. That his right hand man, I have forgotten his name did not like me and would have put a bullet in my brain if Sergio didn’t change his mind about killing me.

Sergio.

His name fills me with fear and curiosity.

I have heard of him and his family. The whole of Italy know who the Costello family are. The most dangerous and richest mafia family in the whole country. Any association with the family either made you a person of interest in the media or someone to be feared.