Dangerous Union

Chapter 1

Noah

There is a moment in our lives when we move from the state of adolescents to the state of real adults. Many become adults the moment they move away from the family home, they begin to go to college, work, live alone. Others, the less fortunate, are those who become adults long before their time.

But whatever it is, there comes that moment when we leave our eternal child behind to face the real world. Which by the way really sucks, the triple six you are part of a world so dark that you have to remain in the shadows of the world.

I, for example, have never thought of abandoning my phase of lightheartedness and stupidity. I didn't think so the night before, when I found Camila Esteban naked in my bed, and I certainly didn't think so this morning while I was f*****g her ass the way I like it.

But I never thought that the time would come so soon to abandon my little self. In fact, I thought I would live with it all my life.

I was so blissful immersed inside Camila's body. And instead my dream had disintegrated. Torn to pieces at the very moment when my father had decided to call me into his office and throw not a bucket of cold water, but an entire waterfall on me.

"It wasn't a request." My father says harshly as he looks at me across the desk, his hands crossed under his finely shaven chin, his blue eyes like mine digging furrows in my face, hard and stiff, as he told me I had to get married.

Me, getting married?

I was sure that sooner or later this day would come, in our world it was not uncommon to have arranged marriages, rarely were couples born who knew each other, dated each other and maybe one day decided to get married, we were not normal people. No, we were part of the mafia world, arranged marriages were f*****g the order of the day. But what I didn't expect was something so sudden.

When my father had summoned me to his office shortly before, I thought he had a job in store for me.

I had been told it was urgent, so I had to leave the placid warmth of Camila's legs behind to come and hear what she had to say.

I would have expected everything except the wedding.

I had been trying to convince him to make arrangements with the Esteban for months.

Camila was a good match, her family was important, she was still single, good at f*****g and a pretty good body, I could show her off anywhere and f**k her to my heart's content. Plus I was tied to her.

Camila was the only one who caught my interest and didn't bore me. Although she couldn't keep my stamina and although in the meantime I had a slew of women, Camilla was the only obsession. I wasn't bored with her. For this reason I thought it was a more than convenient wedding, for her but above all for me.

"I know very well what you mean." I replied looking at my father, Luciano, behind him the huge window that overlooked the garden of the villa opened, the cries of the bodyguards even reached there.

My father had hired at least forty of them, all trusted men with different tasks, some of whom live there, others in the city, scattered in the many apartments owned by our family, the Bianchi family.

"But I thought you wanted to make deals with the Estebans." I said, tilting my head to the side.

"Spaniards are not people you can trust. Many, perhaps too many times, they have made agreements they had made with their allies. Do you know what they did in Chicago? They had agreements with the Buallor, this did not prevent them from exterminating their family and taking all their territory. I don't want to have business with them, I don't care if you f***s their daughter." He said sternly and I shrugged.

"The Esteban no and the Volkovs yes? When the f**k did you think that the Volkovs could be trusted allies? Or maybe you don't remember the decades of rivalry between us?" I asked, bewildered.

Everyone knew that there was no good blood between us the Bianchi and the Volkovs. On the contrary.

There was an enmity that had been going on for decades now, since my great-great-grandfather had f****d old Volkov and abandoned her, deflorating her and not giving her the opportunity to remarry.

Not that he had forced her, of course, but it seems that the Volkovs were never interested when the honor of their princess at the time was ruined.

When my great-great-grandfather refused to marry her, the princess's father flew into a rage, vowing war on the Bianchi.

In those years, such news could completely ruin a woman's reputation and prevent her from finding a husband, at the time it was necessary that the woman given in marriage was chaste, if it had not been so, no one would have taken her in marriage.

"The Volkovs have two children, the boy is the youngest, and is not yet old enough to take the reins of the family, while the eldest daughter, Irina, is nineteen, is of the right age for marriage and it won't be long before someone wants to get their hands on her. Vladimir, for his part, can no longer keep control of his turns, he is losing power and this endangers his empire and his family, and he certainly cannot entrust them to his daughter. So, he needs a husband for her, before anyone decides to take her for themselves." My father explained.

"And why do we need the Volkovs?" I asked bored.

"Because we are suffering too many losses. Last week we lost the cocaine cargo, one hundred thousand dollars Noah, we don't have the funds to repay the debt we owe to the Reds, our clubs are being looted and we can't get any money. Our territories are being plundered and we have spies inside, we have enemies everywhere, everyone wants to take us out and take everything that belongs to us. We need support, and we cannot trust other families."

"You can't know for sure." I said, shaking my head.

"Yes, instead." My father said, taking a pen and starting to twirl it between his fingers. "All families are linked to each other in one way or another. The Volkovs are not linked to anyone, they prefer to keep everything for themselves, which makes them reliable allies at the right price, plus they have honor. Vladimir, compared to his father, is the only one who has kept some peace between us. Even during the quarrels of our men, he has always found a compromise, he is a man with a lot of honor and tries to keep his agreements. Among the scum, he is the best one."

"And what would that price be?" I asked even more bored

"Vladimir is sick and needs someone to train his son while he reaches the right age to take the reins. You will take care of their business until then, marry their daughter and we will get their protection here and in Russia, where Vladimir will give us forty-five percent of his turns." Said Dad, running a hand through his black and gray hair.

"f**k it's a lot." I said surprised.

"Irina's dowry is high, it seems that Vladimir gives a lot of weight to his daughter." He then explained, "In return, he wants an heir within a year to whom he can entrust the transactions in Russia. Apparently, he wants to separate his assets for both children. So not only will you take care of their business until Andrej reaches the right age, but after that, through your heir you will have the shares of the Volkovs in Russia." he said.

Vladimir was a very old man, he had had a first wife, from whom his first child, Irina, was born, but his wife died immediately after giving birth. He was already fifty at the time and did not remarry for many years, before finding a French woman with whom he had his second son, Andrej, who at the time must have been thirteen. Except that Vladimir was now over sixty and, for men like us, that threshold no longer allowed him to command or be taken seriously in our world.

I perfectly understood why he needed someone strong to protect his empire and his children, probably for this reason he had made agreements with my father, certainly offering a large sum. My father had only exploited the situation, as always.

I sighed and shook my head.

"When?" I asked surrendered. There was nothing I could do to prevent it, so why even force myself to fight?

"We haven't decided on a date yet, it could be in a month, as well as in two or three. It is not certain. But you will have to be seen together as much as possible, once the contract is signed and when she has the engagement ring on her finger. We'll also arrange for her to be transferred here." He said, turning his attention to the screen, and I raised an eyebrow.

"He should take her with him to Mont Blanc on Friday, if he feels safe." He continued.

"Magnificent." I replied and stood up.

"Am I allowed to leave?" I asked then. He nodded.

"Noah," he said, stopping me at the door. My hand was already resting on the handle, and I squeezed the other into a fist.

"I don't want bullshit, put your w***e aside, Vladimir is a proud man and if he learns that you have extramarital activities branding his daughter's honor, he won't take it well. And we need the Volkovs much more than they need us." He told me and I nodded and then left the office.

I put my hands in my pockets and went towards the living room, the laughter of the bodyguards came from the playroom, probably those that were resting. I turned to the large staircase and began to climb to get to the third floor of the Victorian-style mansion that had belonged to my family for generations.

My ancestor had built it ten years after he had arrived in America, after having built the beginning of his empire, and from that moment it had passed from son to son and would surely pass to me when I took the reins of the family.

When my father wanted to give up everything, but he still didn't seem inclined to do so.

I entered the corridor of the third floor, the one where my bedroom was located, and I passed in front of my younger brother's room from which unmistakable verses came. I paused for a moment and listened.

Two female voices.

Not bad Lorenzo, not bad.

Shaking my head I continued, arriving at the end of the corridor where my room was located. On this floor there were only the family rooms, while our parents' were located on the upper floor, they had the master bedroom. I, on the other hand, occupied the room at the end of the corridor of this floor, my brother Lorenzo the one near the stairs while Mia the one next to Lorenzo's.

On the opposite side of my room was the largest room on the floor, with a space that included two exact rooms but was empty, the rest of the rooms we left for guests who came to visit us from time to time, like my cousin's who was currently in Washington but usually lived here.

I went to my room and as soon as I got to the door I opened it and I went in. The curtains were drawn, the room was therefore dark while only a glimmer of light filtered through the detachment of the two dark curtains. On the sofa on the side there were still all the clothes from the night before, on the floor a pair of heels and above them a black thong.

Let's say that, when Camila showed up in front of my door, I hadn't wasted much time in ceremonies before bending her over on the couch and f*****g her wildly.

I shook my head and ran a hand through my black hair before turning towards the bed, my gaze fell to the center of it where, under the sheets there was a disheveled Camila, who was waiting for me, her doe eyes still shiny, she must have just woken up, her dark hair was a messy skein on her head, due to how I had grabbed her that night while I was f*****g her in the ass.

The chocolate-like eyes were red and slightly shiny, while the lips were swollen. She had the dripped mascara in front of her eyes, and at that moment I realized that, around her neck, she had red marks, like hands, but it wasn't me who had made them for her.

As soon as she saw me, she pulled herself on her elbows and looked at me, studying me lasciviously, and then took the sheet off, remaining completely naked in front of me.

"I thought you had abandoned me." She said, opening her legs and giving me a wide view of her rosy, swollen cunt. I licked my lips and walked over to the bed, starting to unbutton my shirt and taking it off.

"You must have missed me to death" I said putting one knee on the bed. She bit her lower lip and ran her hand over her belly, playing with the piercing she had at her navel, then she went further down, teasing her already wet cunt, her eyes did not detach even a second from mine.

"I thought you were tired, how did you say? That's it, I can't take it anymore." I said approaching her.

"My ass couldn't take it anymore, Noah. You f****d me all night there." she said pulling herself up.

"My cunt felt lonely." She said as she crawled towards me. She unfastened my pants and freed my already partially hard c**k, she started to take it in her mouth but I blocked her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back violently. I ran my thumb over her lower lip then went down, touching her neck where the marks were.

"What do we have here?" I asked in a cold, icy and dangerous tone.

"What?" She asked with feigned naivety.

"Don't f**k with me. Where did you make these signs" I said pulling her head back.

"You made them for me." She said, reducing her eyes to two slits.

"Mistake," I said, shaking my head. "It wasn't me," I continued. "Are you trying to fool me?" I asked her dangerously.

She ran her tongue over her lower lip. "Maybe you don't remember it, or you don't realize it, but you get very violent when you f**k me, and I like it when you do." She said and grabbed my c**k with her hand, starting to pump it slowly.

"It makes me keep the memory of you inside me even for days. I feel you every time I move." She continued as her hand massaged me. A low moan escaped and my eyelids closed automatically, as my hips pushed against her hand, my mind already blank as my grip on her hair loosened slightly.

Camila took advantage of it and bowed her head, taking my c**k in her mouth and sucking the tip fiercely.

I threw my head back and sank into her mouth with a groan.

Fuck, that was heaven.