The Alliance: Force to Marry the Rival Mafia King (A Mafia Boss Series Installment One)

Chapter 3- When I say come

~Victor POV~

As I hung up the phone, I realized Isabella Rossi had already gotten on my nerves. Not only was I marrying a “Rossi”, against my better judgment, I was marrying her. She screamed privilege, entitled and disrespectful. But what did I expect from the spawn of the devil himself, DON Alphonso de Rossi!

It didn’t help matters any to have her sucking on another man’s face with his hands between her thighs in a club, the very night our “engagement” was announced. That was a slap in the face. I couldn't care less if she was or wasn’t a virgin, but I knew that would be one thing to rub in that old man’s face and would ultimately allow me to call off the wedding if I so wished.

I had hired private investigators to find out anything and everything about Isabella’s sorted w***e filled life, and they found nothing. This only proved she was better at hiding secrets, and I knew her, and her family had plenty of them.

When my Uncle Vito floated the idea of an arranged marriage to the “Rossi Princess”, my stomach turned, but even I saw the advantages to an alliance with the second most powerful mafia family left in the country, never mind in the city. The Rossi’s and the Bernardi’s were like oil and water. They do not mix.

The family wars began in the old country when my great Grandfather, Aldo, killed Rossi’s great cousin, Alfredo, after sleeping with his wife. Then the conflict moved from women to revenging the death of this brother killed by that brother and that cargo being stolen by this mafia soldier and on it went.

There were so many wrongs on both sides, no one could say for sure when and how the feud really began. It became a song and dance that continued as both families settled in Staten Island in the early 1900s. It was a tug and pull, gaining, losing, and regaining territory. We went from knife fights to guns and bloodbaths, body parts being dropped off in front of doors, car bombings and kidnappings.

It all stayed pretty under wraps too, as we owned the police, politicians and the papers. Nothing could be printed in the newspaper unless we said so. But it all came crashing down in the 1960s when Congress decided it would be good political farther to go after organized crime.

I am the newest iteration of the mafia family. I am the “All American Boy”. Princeton Graduate, Oxford Alumni. The media has dubbed me the next Jeff Bezos with GQ model good looks. Now all my family’s past scandals were tragic mishaps that shaped my worldview and philanthropic endeavors. I stand for truth, justice, and the American way! The crime free American Way, Bernardi for President ~ 2028! …. Oh God, what a f*****g joke! The reality is so much further from the truth.

Unlike my predecessors, I have learned to be a more palatable crook that does not offend the sensibilities of other crooks, doing the same f*****g thing but yet have managed to be praised for it. I am not far the worse, that is what all these cookie-cutter elites and the lapdogs who eat that f*****g s**t up fail to realize. It’s just a different side of the same f*****g coin. My family’s sins are all out in the open, but theirs are much darker, and might I say much eviler.

My plans go beyond the Rossi and Bernardi feud, but as they say, you can take the boy out of the old country, but you cannot take the old country out of the boy. Don Rossi was the worst of the worst. It will be a pleasure for me to break that old man and that f*****g Rossi-b***h into tiny little pieces while I go in and dismantle their organization for all the wrong they have done to me and my family.

Today's meeting was the first shoe to drop on my plan. I had arranged for last-minute negotiations with the Rossi's before the nuptials. I purposely left them for today to strengthen my bargaining power and leverage against the Rossi's. One thing about me was that I am a master negotiator. Before I sit down for any contract negotiation, best believe I did my homework. I pride myself on being three steps ahead of my opponent and winning in every negotiation. There was no such thing as a fair and amicable deal with me. If your assumption is that you are making out on a deal or that you have won, then you would be wrong. In fact, know that you are probably losing and you are losing big.

I didn’t realize it when Angie walked back into my bedroom until she started bending over to find her shoes. Angie was my on-again and off-again go-to-quick-f**k, personal assistant and sometimes secretary. She was a pretty blond, 5’8”, leggy with big boobs. Natural boobs, which are a rarity these days. She was one of my soldier’s cousins, which was a plus that she knew the rules and protocols of the life. She didn’t see anything, ask even less and did what she was told.

In addition to our friends with benefit status, Angie was the best assistant I ever had. She was smart and organized. She knew how to anticipate my professional needs and her extensive knowledge of corporate law from her years as a paralegal was extremely helpful in negotiations. At times, she knew how to read a contract better than my own lawyers.

Angie was still naked, which I knew was her way of saying she wanted to go another round. Normally I would have left her wanting, especially when I had important meetings, but since that Rossi-b***h had pissed me off, I decided to f**k Angie senseless. It wasn't like what was happening tomorrow was going to change this arrangement.

“Come here,” I commanded as I sat down on my lounge chair.

She looked at me with a knowing smirk and took her time to get to me. I grabbed her by the hair as she leaned forward, and I had her look at me in my eyes. “When I say come, you come!” I said in a low voice that did not leave any room for argument.

She nodded sheepishly. “What do you want me to do, Don Bernardi?”, she said seductively while licking her lips.

I unwrapped the towel that I had around my waist to expose my very erected c**k. “Suck, now!” I spatted. I hungrily pushed her open mouth on my c**k when she leaned down, and she choked but only too quickly started bobbing her head up and down, wetting my shaft as she moaned. Angie was very adventurous and loved it rough and dirty, which was definitely a turn on. As she sucked my c**k to the brink of cumming, I could not imagine anything more than f*****g that tight, wet p***y of hers, so I pulled her mouth off of me. I got up and pinned her down on the lounge chair on her stomach in one swift move. Angie moaned in anticipation as I spread her p***y open and thrust into her with such velocity, she buckled, screaming out my name. I kept thrusting in and out, hitting her g-spot until she came all around my c**k. She began to grip me hard, so it didn’t take long before I fell over the edge and had to pull out and release all over her red ass. I collapsed on top of her as we both rode off our orgasms.

When my senses came back, I realized I was already late for my 9 o’clock meeting with the lawyers. f**k! I hated being late for anything, never mind for important meetings such as these. The Rossi-b***h was already f*****g with my life.