Esmé:Return of the Mafia Heir

9

*Esme’s POV*

“What do you need right now?” Mason asked as he looked at me. I looked at him while trying to keep myself from running into his arms. Darn him and his good looks. I sighed silently, wishing that he was not here in a way. Again, I don’t want him to get hurt, and I know him being here puts him in danger.

“Stop thinking so much, Esmé. I am a big boy and can take care of myself. You are not the only Capo that I work with.” He whispered as he got closer to me, but of course, since I was daydreaming of being under him, I didn’t notice. I cleared my throat and walked to the other side of the counter. Space. I needed space from him, that is why I am leaving for Italy tomorrow. That, and I need to meet with Caputo.

“I need to get eyes here in this building and the house where my family got murdered.” I replied to him, crossing my arms over my chest. I was trying hard to focus here. I looked down to gather my thoughts, then looked back at him. “I also need any information that you can gather from every person in said house. As I said before, is that something that you could do?” I asked him, turning around and taking two water bottles out of the fridge as I placed one in front of him.

“Thanks.” He replied. “Now, I am only going to say this once, Esmé. I take my job very seriously. I will do anything and everything to get all the information you need and more. I already have eyes in said house.” He told me, making my eyes widen at his words and making me cream my panties as well.

“Muy bien.” (Spanish for Very well) I replied. “What do you have so far?” I asked him, waiting for him to show me. Once he got in his ‘zone,’ my mind was not where it needed to be. My mind was very deep in the gutter. He was typing profusely, making calls, and talking to himself when I interrupted him. “If you wish, you can take a seat at the table. I am going to shower.” I told him, grabbing my cellphone and turning around.

I walked to my bedroom as if someone was turning my asš on fire. Once in the four walls of my bedroom, I locked the door and then stood there, trying not to think about him.

Why? Why was the universe punishing me? Everyone in the mafia knows that having a family is a recipe for disaster. You make a wrong move. They kill you and your loved ones. The mafia is either kill or be killed. As much as I tried not to think about this man, it was as if he was there at every turn. I walked to my bedside table, taking out my small silver bullet vibrator. I needed release, and I didn’t have anyone as I killed my last fūck buddy. The real man that my pūssy craved for was off-limits.

*

I walked into my ensuite bathroom, stripped of my clothes, then got inside the shower. My shower had this handy built-in bench that I loved so much for situations like these. The silver bullet vibrator with the words “We aim to please” engraved, was more than enough at this moment. I sat on the corner of the bench, raising one leg to the other corner, leaving one leg hanging down. I turned on the single-speed bullet vibrator and then spread my pūssy lips apart. I placed the vibrator right on my clīt, making me jolt up instantly. My heart rate accelerated as I thought of Mason being right between my legs, licking me all up. One hand was holding the vibrator and circling it in my clīt as my other hand was two fingers deep inside of me. I finger fūcked myself as I spun the vibrator on my clīt faster and faster. Two seconds later, I could feel the inside of my pūssy walls clenching then cūmming so hard my toes were curling, my head thrashing side to side, and my back arching.

‘Fūck, I need to get myself a new fūck buddy ASAP.’ I thought to myself.

I turned the vibrator off, stood up on wobbly legs, and grabbed my favorite body wash and loofah from the shelf. I squeezed the bottle on the loofah and then lathered my whole body. Once all clean, I grabbed a towel and wrapped my small petite body. I walked out to my bedroom, holding a pair of white lace thong and my silk pajama short set. I brushed my hair, applied some lotion, then walked out of my bedroom. Most of the men were gone, leaving a few stragglers around.

I looked at where I had left Mason, and I guess he felt eyes on him because he looked up at me at the same time. First, he had a smile, and then when he saw what I was wearing, I swear I noticed his jaw tightened. I walked towards Thomas, wanting an update.

“What’s the update?” I asked Thomas.

He looked me up and down, then shook his head. “You like fūcking with him, don’t you?” He asked, pointing his head towards where Mason was at.

“He is no one. Now tell me.” I told him, glaring at him. I could feel eyes on me, and I knew it wasn’t loving eyes. No, they were pissed the fūck eyes.

“We are getting a safer location for you to get into. Starting tomorrow, you will travel with at least two armed guys. The SUV you loved so much is gone. Now replaced with a bulletproof SUV.” He told me, making me nod.

“Thank you, Thomas.” I replied. I looked down at my feet and then back at him. “You know this is the time you make a decision. From this point on, it will get dangerous. I understand if you want out.” I told him, trying to hold my tears back.

“I am not going anywhere. Now please go and calm that man down. I could feel his eyes on me. He might not be anything to you, but I know he is not going anywhere, so get used to it, Esmé.” He replied, making me throw my head back and laugh.

I walked to the man in question, stopping in front of him. “Now, what has your panties in a bunch?” I asked him, crossing my arms across my chest and bringing my t**s up higher purposely.

He looked at me, then smirked. “Go fūcking change now, if you don’t want me to throw you over my shoulder and teach you how to dress in front of men. For fūck's sake, I can see the pebble of your n*****s asking for attention and the lace of your white thong. So your choice, Esmé.”