Love In The Mafia Wars

***Bri***

My name is Bri, only daughter of Tony SMITH, the redoubtable Tony, the one who reigns over the entire East Coast.

My father is in business. Yes, he is in business, but he also runs a lot of other businesses.

"Bri, how many times have I told you not to set foot on my desk again," my father tells me.

"I answered with an annoyed look on my face.

I get up and look out the window.

I have always known this life. This monotonous life with my father at my side. He's like my best friend. No, he is my best friend.

Of course there is Ramona there but dad and I are a whole different matter.

He stares at his latest phone in amazement.

"Wait, why am I looking at an overdraft of over two hundred thousand dollars..." he asks, looking dumbfounded.

I quickly dial up my little girl face, the one I use to coax him.

"But Daddy, it was you who gave me your card the other day, did you forget?" I say with round eyes.

"No I didn't forget, but a bill for almost five hundred and ninety thousand dollars?"

"I went shopping," I argued.

"You know money is no object. You can afford it, but that's no reason to abuse it...I want to instill good values in you. And stop giving me that look... Screw it, who cares?" he said, swinging his hand in the air.

We burst out laughing.

The door of his office has just opened. It is Marco, the new recruit.

He is walking towards dad. I look at this handsome athletic body and I have some not healthy thoughts at all.

He's wearing jeans and a simple tee shirt but one that molds his torso perfectly.

I go into bitch in heat mode.

"Is the recipe any good?" questions my dad.

"Yes, very good boss." he says with a closed face.

My father examines the envelope he gave him back.

"Indeed. Take your share son. "he concludes

This last pockets his pactole.

"Stay to drink with me... Bri serves us please." proposes my father.

I head towards the row of alcohol. There are all kinds but I know my dad's favorites.

A few ice cubes in both glasses and I add some dry whiskey.

I hand Dad his glass.

"Thank you, honey," he says.

I walk over to the beautiful stallion. I look him straight in the eye and run my tongue over my lips.

I pass my fingers with the hyper long manicure on his hand. He is receptive, I feel it.

So I turn around and turn my hips tirelessly, just to give him a magnificent view of my backside.

He's going to crack I can feel it. They all crack.

Once turned over, I smile at him.

He continues the discussion with Marco.

"So are you getting your bearings?"

"Yes boss I'm starting to fit in.Everything is going well."

"The old-timers, they don't bother you too much I hope." said my father.

"No boss, I'm fine."

"If someone is bothering you you talk to me, I'm here for you."

"Thanks boss."

The glance on his lips, I observe him swallowing little by little his glass of whisky.

I surf the net a bit.

I turn to my father

"Dad, I'm leaving" I say smiling.

I kiss him.

"Ok, see you later sweetie" he answers me.

I go out of dad's office. His office is on the third floor.

It's a casino that serves as a cover.

I go through the back to avoid the crazy crowd at the entrance.

I stop just outside.

With one foot resting on the wall, I light a cigarette.

Nearly ten minutes later, I see that he comes out, the new recruit: Marco!

I call out to him.

"Hi!"

"Ah ... Bri, hi."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, and you?" he answered

"Good...working with my dad isn't too much of a burden?"

"But no, I'm getting my bearings."

"And you're doing great by the way. This is the first time we've had someone so quick to learn." I said, complimenting him.

He just nods his head.

I offer him a smoke with me.

He refuses.

"No, I don't smoke thanks."

"Okay, how about we go for a walk together? I ask

He didn't answer.

I burst out laughing.

"What? I don't bite... or maybe I do, when I get into bitch-in-heat mode." I say, running my tongue over my lips in a teasing gesture.

He smiles.

He seems to like what he hears.

"Alright, let's go!" he replies.

We walk into the alleys. I don't really intend to go back or else I would have taken my car that was left at the entrance of the casino. I have something else in mind.

It is nine o'clock in the evening. It is a little dark.

We are near an alley without the shadow of a human.

I take the first step. I hold him up against the wall and start kissing him. I do not deprive myself. I pass my long thin hands on his chest and I go down much lower.

At the beginning he is reluctant but ends up letting go....

A few minutes later

***Bri***

I take down my skirt and he closes the zipper of his pants.

We engage again on the way as if nothing was.

He whistles.

"Ufh, you are still unpredictable"