Marchetti's Mafia Bride

Chapter 8:

Jayden's pov

I took a swig of my brandy as I walked back into the spacious meeting room forty minutes later.

After everyone had settled back down, I resumed the meeting.

" Warsaw you will submit the payment you received for Rimmed's merchandise, the one you got from Excstacy."

"Rimmed you will give Warsaw full payment including profits for the merchandise, you mistakenly took."

"Warsaw, thirty percent of the payment you received from Exctasy will be given to you for your troubles, with Rimmed's merchandise."

"The balance, which is seventy percent of the money will be returned to Exctasy to rebuild their show house."

"Rimmed you get, nothing and you should be glad you are not paying more.

This problem was created by you."

"Nirelli, your guys messed up, and you messed up further by returning damaged merchandise, and attacking exctasy for merchandise they didn't get or steal from you."

"Then you still thought it wise to attack Moscow. That is some pretty messed up storm you brewed up.

Don't ever do any thing like that again.

This is the only warning you'll get."

"Jonah get it all sorted out." I said in a bored tone, as I left the room again.

I am the Uno yes, but I am also in need of some form of relief.

My need levels are off the charts today.

Kozlov called in Analise, a lingerie model I seldom see.

She is beautiful and all but she has a lot of baggage and is a pretty nasty piece of work.

But she is good, so I call her up sometimes.

I never f**k girls from the family.

I have a lot of the girls on a vetted list, with regular background checks, that I call when I need to.

I scratch my itch alot, like I said I have a lot of needs.

Analise is in, like a flash, punctual as always.

Ten minutes and she is in my vip room undressing.

she is now, on the kingsized bed naked and spread eagled , giving me a show as she pleasured herself.

Then my phone vibrates, with a message from Jonah.

"Nirelli is refusing to pay, should we deduct from his account?"

My body stiffen in anger, instantly killing mood, making me loose my itch.

This won't end well for Nirelli.

"No, I am coming back in."

I cursed under my breath as I left the room, Ana panting for me.

Tonight, I had a very short fuse, usually Moscow would give us issues. But Nirelli is doing his best to loose his head and I am going to help him with that, right now.

Like I said, just don't get in the periphery of my cross hairs.

I specifically detest useless complications.

I walked out of the room, after telling Analise I would be back for her, to finish what we started.

"Get me a dumb piece." I barked out at Kozlov and another guard in the living room of my suite.

They scrambled to their feet, kozlov barking put orders in perfect Russian.

The dumb piece was handed to me, just before I turned the knob of the door leading into the huge office, where the meeting had taken place.

I walked in without my jacket, kozlov right behind me, the other guard behind him.

My face was an impassive cold mask, and Nirelli visibly shuddered, when he saw me.

His eyes widened to saucers in fear when he saw that I was headed straight for him, with the piece in my hand.

"I- it- its d-don-done, I am sending it now, uno.

I-I-I swear its done Uno, I didn't mean any disrespect.

I was just contemplating, is all.

I swear on my mother's life, uno."

I said nothing, as he stammered, and struggled to get the words out.

I stopped six feet away from him, aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

He was dead before his body hit the floor.

Everyone who agrees to be my ally, knows the rules.

Its simple. If I say jump, you're jumping before you ask how high.

I do not take disrespect at all, from any one in any form, not even from my parents.

I head back out of the room without a word.

I was in a mad haze of anger, I put the piece in a locker, when we got back in the suite and told Kozlov to handle it.

Then walked straight to the bathroom for a bath.

Analise was still waiting for me.

I f*****d her with all the pent up energy I got from my mad haze.

She was totally and utterly spent by the time I let up, around four in the morning.

I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe and went to the suite opposite mine.

Jonah was still asleep, but Kozlov had set up everything in the spare bedroom, so I took another bath, this time in a solution to remove gun shot residue from my skin.

I Put on a new set of clothes, and sat down to read the papers beside the coffee table, while sipping my coffee.

Kozlov was on the other side of the table, busy, quietly cleaning the weapon I'd used last night.

An hour later, My thoughts had turned to my impending nuptials.

I still had no bride of my choice on the horizon. Although, deep down I think I am confused about what I want.

I say I want an obedient wife,

but I don't want someone who never speaks up for herself.

Because that wouldn't make a good Uno female.

What i want Is a bride that is obedient, yet strong, maybe a little sassy too.

That would work, but she has to be totally submissive to me.

She also has to be sexy and capable of fulfilling my enormous needs in bed.

I don't really want any of the women, I have seen, vetted and interviewed.

Raya had been given a pre-contract for her perusal.

But the way she'd dissected the details of the contract and counter the renumerations on offer.

That will put me way over my budget for the contract, it's not a big deal, I could give her what she wants. But I would never let her dictate anything to me.

So for now she is my stand by option if I don't find the one I am looking for, even though I don't think she exists.