Secrets
979 Words
Otello
I fu*king missed them. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad they were all having fun, but even just a week away it had been he*l.
I never was this needy, and I was not ashamed. Dante had better give me some time with our girls when they got back.
Right now I was stuck in my office, trying to figure out what the fu*k was going on with the Russians and Mario.
So far Mario was keeping to himself, he hadn’t even been around his bi*ch of a mother.
He was mostly staying at one of the homes Bianca owned, and luckily for me he had little security and what he had was our men. And they listened to me.
I decided it was time to do some sniffing around. I waited until he had left for a night out to one of the strip joints before I approached our men and told them to stand by and keep an eye out for Mario.
I picked the front lock easily. To my surprise he had a pretty pathetic alarm system that I quickly disarmed. Idi*t.
The place was pretty bare. I walked through each room looking through places I think a smart Mafia leader would hide something, anything. Nothing.
Finally I entered his bedroom and I was not prepared for what I was about to find. On his nightstand was a photo album. Initially, it was pretty innocent, pictures of Italy, vacations.
About three pages in my heart nearly stopped and I saw red. Pictures of Tori as a child into a teenager, and then as an adult. And these weren’t innocent pictures, these were pictures of Tori asleep, naked and vulnerable.
He was obsessed. The sick fu*k had pictures of her pregnant on her patio at her house her and Ray lived at.
He had her followed, or followed her himself. All these years he had been watching her, obsessing over her, having sick fantasies about her.
And then it hit me. Years ago when Massimo sent him away abruptly, did he know? There was whispers about Bianca saving Mario from some kind of danger. Was it Massimo?
I quickly snapped pictures of the album and decided to search the rest of his room. Drawer after drawer showed nothing, until I got to a plastic pull out drawer hidden in the closet.
Panties. Dozens. I had no doubt they were Tori’s. I was physically ill, I held back the bike in my throat. This would devastate her.
I wrapped up my investigation and rearmed the house. I needed to tell the guys, but Giovanni had to be my first stop. We absolutely could not trigger Dante right now. Not when he was protecting Tori and Mia.
Giovanni
I got a 911 text from Otello and immediately went to meet him his house, this couldn’t be good.
When Otello answered the door, it confirmed my fears. He was pale, and breathing heavy.
“My office, it’s bad. And Dante may scorch the earth at this point.”
Oh sh*t.
I followed Otello to his office and the images on his many computer screens about took me out.
“He’s been following her, stalking her, since they were kids. And tell me, does she not look dru*ged in this one?”
He was right, she was clearly dru*ged, and na*ed.
“Does Massimo know?”
“No idea. But kind of odd he sent him away, no? He had to have known something was going on.”
He was right, but I didn’t think he knew to this extent. Mario would have simply disappeared forever.
“Alright let’s not accuse the Don of something without hearing him out. What’s next?”
I had no fu*king idea, but showing Dante this might actually end the family. We needed to confront Massimo.
“Let’s get a meeting with Massimo, ease him into it. If Dante finds out both Mario and Bianca are de*d and it will cause chaos. I’ll text Massimo.”
*Hey boss, me and Otello need to meet with you, about Tori. She’s safe but some new information has come up.”
Three dots, over and over. What the fu*k?
*Ya, tomorrow at 3, my office in the Hamptons.”
*👍*
“Alright, tomorrow. Until then decompress. Don’t get sick about this, they are safe miles away.”
The way Otello was gnawing on his lip I knew he wasn’t going to do well tonight. Dude was composed most times but like the rest of us sh*t was different with Tori and Mia.
“You gonna be okay tonight?”
It was like I snapped him out of a dream.
“Uh, no. I’m not. Everything I saw was nightmare fuel. I just want her to be free, especially since she’s carrying our baby.”
Fu*king understandable. I too wasn’t going to sleep well tonight,
“Want me to stay? I can take the couch.”
I could practically hear the gears turning and I was nervous.
“Just sleep in the bed with me, it’s a California king, promise not to touch you unless you want me to. Let’s watch a movie.”
Guarded me would say absolutely not. But I low key wanted company too.
“Ya, what are we watching?”
“Something that won’t cause me any more trauma tonight, so not horror. How about a comedy?”
“Sounds good to me. How about Anaconda? I mean Jack Blacks in it so it can’t be too serious.”
He turned on the movie and we sat in comfortable silence, that is until he spoke up.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, ya. Of course.”
Without skipping a beat, and to my demise he answered without any shame.
“Would you ever let me suck your di*k?”
Holy. Sh*t.
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