Alessio
I took a sip of my whiskey and observed her choosing a seat before she sat down.
She wore a cream blouse, tight jeans and black boots.
Her long black coat was tailored and fitted her perfectly. My eyes lingered on the see-through material of her blouse. She was a very attractive young woman but didn’t flaunt herself on social media or in life.
If anything, she was a homebody, spending much of her time with her grandparents.
Vittorio and Benedetta Nardini.
Her father wasn't listed on the birth certificate, and her mother, Bella Nardini, died while giving birth.
There was no point beating around the bush.
I’d spent the last six days grappling with my attraction, and I couldn't get her out of my mind.
The thought of her touching another man, let alone being intimate with them, made me murderous.
“What's your relationship with Curtis?”
I asked, remembering the bastard she kissed.
“My manager?”
she asked with a frown. “Uh, he is my manager. I don't have a relationship with him.”
“Care to explain why you kissed him outside of your work?”
“What does that have to do with the price of mangos?”
I scowled at her idiotic response, but I calmly sat my drink on the table next to her seat and turned to grip her throat.
“I want you, Francesca, and unfortunately for you, I’m used to getting my way. So be a good girl and tell me why you fucking kissed that cunt,”
I said with my temper flaring when I remembered how he looked at her.
She might not know it, but the bastard was mooning over her like a lovesick fool.
“He helped me raise four hundred and eighty-nine pounds for a child protection charity in work. I was thanking him,”
she squeaked out as she put her hands over mine in an attempt to pull me off.
Her dainty hands had little strength to them, but I loosened my grip around her neck when I saw her face was red.
“There, that wasn't so hard, was it?” I said.
She was dying to say something rude. I could see it in her eyes, but she wisely bit into her lip. I stared into her green eyes before I continued.
“Your new job is me—my needs, from dawn till dusk. You will work your two-week notice, and then you report to me. I’m a generous man when need be, but you won't need to work,”
I said, rubbing my thumb over the lip she bit into.
“I-I’m not a whore!”
she spat out angrily.
“You will be anything I tell you to be, piccolo gattino,”
I said calling her a little kitten since she was spitting like one. “In fact, I think you would look better dressed up as a kitten.”
My dick was rock solid at the thought of her as my pet. I knew her weakness, it was my job to find it and press on it until I got my way.
“You wouldn't want anything happening to your grandparents, would you?”
She gasped, and before I knew it, I felt her spit land on my face. She moved so fast that she clawed at my face like a vicious cat. I pushed her onto the couch and climbed on top of her.
“You evil fucking bastard, get off me!”
she screamed but my sick demented brain loved her angst.
“Yeah? Are you going to make me, Francesca?”
I said wiping away her spit off my face.
“You leave my grandparents alone,”
she said, promptly bursting into tears.
“Nothing will happen to them if you do as I say,”
I said, pulling her up.
I sat down beside her and dragged her onto my lap. She froze when she felt my dick beneath her ass. I ran my hand down her thigh and placed the other around her throat.
“It won't be so bad. Trust me, you will enjoy every nasty thing I do to you and beg for more,”
I whispered into her ear. “You have two weeks, gattino.”
“I-I don't think I can do this, Alessio,”
she said, saying my name for the first time, and I couldn't wait for her to scream it when she came on my dick.
“Six months is nothing,” I said.
“Six months?”
she gasped.
“You sold drugs in my nightclub for months.”
“Legal drugs that made all your customers happy,”
she protested.
“That’s irrelevant. No one crosses me in my territory,” I said.
I heard her gulp before she spoke.
“What if I worked it off?”
“You will be working it off, piccolo gattino,”
I murmured.
“Stop calling me that,”
she snapped before her voice went to a whisper. “No, I can't. I've never done anything like this before.”
“I don't imagine that you have, but this is my price,”
I said with a finality that made her gulp several times. I brushed my fingers between her legs until she held her breath. “Two weeks.”
She was attracted to me, and if I slipped my hand down her jeans, I knew she would be wet because I could feel her rapid pulse on her neck.
“Rocco will be driving you from now on, and I will keep you informed on my expectations, Kitten,”
I said, rubbing the seam of her jeans until her breath became uneven. “You're mine now.”
***
“What happened to your face, boss,”
Salvio asked as his eyes narrowed on my cheek.
My stubble hadn’t quite covered my little kitten’s claw mark.
“I got a kitten, but she is still a little wild,”
I said with a straight face.
“You got a kitten? You, Alessio Caruso?”
“I know my name, Armando,”
I drawled.
A slow smile spread across his face.
“It was the Viagra girl, wasn’t it? Oh, damn. What happened?”
he said with glee.
“Nothing that I can't handle,”
I said before I checked my phone.
She hadn't texted me back.
Me: What is she doing?
I messaged Rocco.
He sent a picture of her in a play area with children around her. She sat in a sand pit with them as they piled sand up. When a shadow came up behind me, I turned my phone over and glanced to see Armando standing behind me.
“So her story checked out then? She wasn’t affiliated with any of our enemies.”
“She is clean,”
I replied.
Too clean for the likes of me.
“Well? Are you going to tell us what happened?”
“Nope,”
I said, putting my phone in my pocket.
I’d sent Francesca a picture of a naked woman dressed as a kitten. She had seen it, but hadn’t responded.
“Can we have everyone on the shipment that’s coming in?”
I asked, moving back into business. “I have a busy week at the office and don't want to be caught off guard.”
The good thing about importing and exporting wine was that I knew how to move anything in and out of the country. The police had raided my wine shipments three times and never found anything. Dumb fucks.
Even as my men talked about the shipments, my mind wandered towards Francesca. It was a long wait, but at least I could torture her with my messages.