Married to the mafia King

Adriano

I was not having a good night.

Don Agrella’s lateness was a transparent power play. He was trying to get a psychological ‘one-up’ on us.

I’M the important one around here and I’ll keep you waiting as long as I want.

Stupid schoolyard shit. It pissed me off.

Then there was Carmine’s annoying bowing and scraping, acting like his family wasn’t just jerking me around. I had no idea how a spineless worm like him had ever survived in the Cosa Nostra.

And then…

The Hot Bitch strolled over.

I’d seen her when I’d walked in earlier.

She was gorgeous.

Not in a supermodel way like the other two whores, though.

More like a beautiful ‘girl next door’ type.

Except her body…

Madonn.

She had curves for days.

Too bad she was a whore.

I wasn’t a huge fan of the BDSM outfit she was wearing, although I had to admit it showed off her rack incredibly well.

I liked the thigh-high boots, too.

But most of all, I liked the hair.

It was a wig, obviously… but the whole blue color?

Who the fuck wears THAT to a mafia thing?

Somebody who doesn’t give a shit, that’s who.

I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

But it bothered me that I liked it.

I didn’t want to give in to the Agrellas’ little power play their hookers and cocaine. It was disrespectful of them. Like they thought we were shitheads who could be bought off with a blowjob and a few lines of coke.

Which is what made me lose my temper.

Carmine panicked and had his guys move the drugs to the other room and then I had Carmine order them to leave.

After they were gone, the Hot Bitch came strolling over.

“What’s your name?” she asked in the fakest ‘nice voice’ I’d ever heard.

I’d been watching her out of the corner of my eye. She so obviously didn’t want to be here, so the friendly tone of voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

But… she was hot. VERY hot.

Which I didn’t like.

I had a job to do. A negotiation to run.

She was a distraction and a dangerous one at that.

So I looked away. “I’m not interested.”

That’s when she dropped all pretenses.

“That makes two of us,” she said in a snotty voice. “But would it kill you to tell me your name?”

I looked over in surprise and irritation.

Nobody talked to me like that.

Not in my family, and sure as hell not anybody else.

And yet, here she was, giving me lip.

Sort of like that blue hair:

I don’t give a FUCK who you are.

I took a second to look her up and down.

Madonn…

What I’d do to you if I got you into bed…

I decided to play along, just to amuse myself.

And by ‘amuse myself,’ I meant ‘get her goat.’

“Adriano,” I said.

“Bianca,” she replied like she was doing me a favor.

“Women like you are usually better mannered. Or at least pretend to be.”

“And what type of women are those?” she asked tartly.

“Whores.”

Then she surprised me again.

“Well, I’m not a whore, so I guess I don’t have to pretend.”

That didn’t make any sense.

“If you’re not a whore, why are you here?”

She gave me a look of pure contempt. “Do you really have to ask that question?”

“Since I have no idea yeah, I guess I do,” I said sarcastically.

“Because I’m being paid.”

“For what? To annoy me?”

“What are YOU here for, then?” she asked.

She was pushing me.

She knew why I was here.

She knew what was up…

And yet she was trying to goad me.

Saying you were in the Cosa Nostra or trying to get someone else to admit it wasn’t something that was done. Especially not with strangers. It was an invitation to wind up in a dark alley with a bullet in the back of your head.

For the briefest second, I wondered if she was wearing a wire

And if my family had lost control of the cops in Florence.

Then I remembered that the Agrellas had hired her.

No way would they let a cop into their organization even if she could take my family down.

I looked over at Carmine and also remembered how Don Agrella had let the Turk try to kill Massimo, Valentino, and Alessandra.

“To settle some scores,” I muttered.

“I thought your type did that with guns.”

She was getting on my nerves. “And what type is that?”

From the tone of my voice, she figured out she’d overstepped…

But she played it cool.

“People in your line of business.”

“And what line of business is that?”

“The kind that settles scores with guns,” she answered.

Clever.

I looked her up and down again I couldn’t help myself. But I wasn’t about to admit how much I liked what I saw. “You’re an odd choice for this sort of thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked haughtily.

“If the Agrellas are looking to butter me up, they should’ve gotten somebody better at this part of the job.”

“And what job is that?”

I decided to quote her from earlier. “Do you really have to ask that question?”

She stood up straight, like I’d offended her. “I told you, I’m not a whore.”

“What are you, then?”

Then she got this look in her eye this Fuck off and die look.

“Somebody who just got tired of this conversation,” she said, and turned to walk away.

I reached out and grabbed her arm.

I don’t know why.

Yeah okay, I do know why.

She was hot, for one…

And that attitude?

It pissed me off…

But it also kind of turned me on.

No woman had ever talked to me like that

And some of the men who had were dead.

I admired her balls.

Plus, I didn’t want her to walk away.

But she didn’t exactly like me putting a hand on her.

“Let GO of me!” she snapped.

So I did.

But she’d piqued my curiosity… and I wanted to know more.

So I decided to play a game with her.

“You’re here for the money right?”

“Aren’t you?” she sneered.

She was being such a bitch that I couldn’t help but be a dick in return. “No, to settle a score. Keep up.”

She gave me a sarcastic look. “Uh-huh… and this score you’re going to settle it has nothing to do with business, or money, or whatever it is you do for a job right?”

Okay, she was a bitch

But she was smart as a whip, too.

Until that exact second, I hadn’t realized that was one of the reasons I was into her, too.

She was a challenge…

Something I didn’t get a lot of with women. Most of the chicks I’d been with had tried to ingratiate themselves with me so I’d buy them shit.

“Alright, so we’re both here for the money,” I agreed. “How’d you like a little bonus?”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she said coldly, like I was some douchebag propositioning her.

I couldn’t help but clap back at her.

“Good, I don’t want to catch anything.”

…maybe that was a little much.

She gave me a look of pure hatred and turned away a second time.

I grabbed her again

And she turned around like a pissed-off alley cat. “Let GO!”

“Hold on,” I said, trying to smooth things over.

Suddenly Carmine was right there beside us.

“Hey hey ” he barked

But he wasn’t pissed at me for manhandling his worker.

He was mad at her.

Made sense. He’d hired her to screw me and here she was, screwing up his plans instead.

“What’s your problem?!” Carmine snarled at her.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Bianca froze like a deer in headlights.

I wanted to keep talking with her, so I covered for her.

“No problem,” I told Carmine.

He addressed me but kept glaring at her. “You want me to throw her out, Signore?”

“No.” I paused, then added, “I like it rough.”

Carmine looked shocked, like he’d just heard his grandma say she liked to take it up the ass.

He scurried away a second later.

While Bianca was recovering her composure, I said, “Answer a few questions and I’ll give you a tip. No sex required.”

She gave me a distrustful look. “…how much of a tip?”

Ah.

So she could be bought.

My attraction immediately plummeted.

“How does 300 euros sound?”

She thought it over for a second.

Finally she muttered, “What do you want to know.”

“Are you one of the Agrellas’ girls?”

She glared at me. “I’m assuming you mean a prostitute.”

I’d pissed her off again.

Not gonna lie:

I kind of liked making her mad.

“Yes.”

“NO,” she seethed. “I’m NOT.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

She looked conflicted for a second

And then she said, “My father owes them money.”

Her answer threw me for a loop.

She was being honest. I could see it from a mile away.

But Jesus

What a shit stain of a father to pimp out his daughter just to settle some debts.

In my shock, I accidentally revealed my thoughts. “So he whored you out?”

She looked like she was about to punch me. “I swear to God, you make another crack like that, I’ll slap your goddamn face.”

I liked this chick.

I hated her, yeah…

And I wanted her…

But I liked her attitude.

When she wasn’t driving me crazy, that is.

“I’ll remember that for when I wanna get slapped. Why’d your father send you here, then?”

She looked sullen. “He didn’t. I can’t reach him, and they’re gonna break his legs, so I’m doing this to buy him a little more time.”

None of this added up.

The more details I heard, the fishier it sounded.

“That’s a pretty good story,” I said facetiously.

She got pissed off again. “It’s the truth.”

I’d heard a lot of guys swear the exact same thing over the years

It’s the truth!