The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 35

“Fetch Jamie; it’s time we had a word with him!” Mazza said, his eyes turning yellow.

The order had been directed to Bianco, who just so happened to have walked in on his boss talking with his grandfather.

Bianco sucked in the cold air as he stepped out of the casino. The snowflakes fell gently on him. All he wanted to do was rest tonight, but that was what a good soldier was all about, obeying without or before complaining. He already knew that Jerald was on Jamie’s trail, and so he placed a call to the man. He felt there was no need for him to fetch Jamie himself. He waited as the line thrilled, and when the cable connected, he relayed Mazza’s instructions.

“I’m afraid I can’t bring him back just yet,” Jerald said firmly. “Jamie will be able to lead us straight to the boss’s lady assassin.”

“Wait, what?” Bianco said, feeling a new wave of strength explode within him.

“Bianco, how little do you know? Taleela could have been assassinated tonight!”

Upon hearing what Taleela had come face to face with an assassination and lived, Bianco’s earlier fatigue disappeared from him. Suddenly, the mission felt like something he wanted to do.

“Fetch Jamie,” Mazza’s voice echoed in his mind, and now it looked like a mission he was going to have to do.

“Send me your coordinates,” Bianco said. “I’ll be there in a while. Don’t lose Jamie!”

“Roger that, I’ve my eyes fixed on him! But Bianco, there’s more. More than I might have omitted from the report I made to the Don.”

Back in the administrator’s office, Alonso kept playing the video in a loop. Something about the guy who attempted to poison Taleela was vaguely familiar. Earlier, he and Mazza had already determined the mode of assassination employed by the man to be some poisoning.

What stupefied both of them was that they saw the man drink the poison meant for Taleela and walk away. Alonso had a list of poisoning in his mind, and arsenic made the top of the list.

Mazza was seated, and his voice coming out strong, said, “You know that we will be seeing Callisto tomorrow, right?”

Alonso slowly turned away from the screen. He wanted to go back to Italy, his home, with Taleela. He regretted bringing her here. It was a bit messed up how she was the only thing occupying his mind right now. Callisto, yeah, his grandfather had asked about the man who killed his father.

“Callisto,” his voice trailed off. “Yeah, I know that.”

“What are your plans?” Mazza asked, watching his grandson with interest.

“Hmm, we would go for the meeting as proposed, but I hope we don’t have to turn it into a bloody massacre tomorrow.”

“Yes, but can you avoid the urge to be the one to start that bloody massacre? I want you to realize that tomorrow will go a long way to test the promise you made to your mother.”

“I’ve let Callisto live his life freely for years now,” Alonso said, knowing what chord his grandfather was pulling on.

“It’s easy to spare an enemy so far away but never the one close. I’m telling you because the human mind likes to think it can overcome emotions. Hereafter, you’ll replace yourself acting from a place of emotion and not logic when you encounter Callisto.”

“That’s why I’m glad you will be there,” Alonso said. “You can help me overcome my emotions.”

“Go to bed, son; Taleela would be feeling lonely in bed.”

He was surprised at the thought that ran through his mind. He thought about having s*x with Taleela as it snowed gracefully outside his casino. He wanted them to have a hot bath together afterward.

“I can smell your desire for her,” Mazza said, bellowing with laughter. Alonso cussed himself inwardly for letting his thoughts run wild in the presence of his grandfather. The man could read him, yet nobody could read Mazza unless he let them.

“Shut up, old man!” Alonso said and snickered. “I have wants and desires, so what?”

Mazza raised his hands defensively and said, “It’s funny because you act as you could survive without desire.”

A smile curled on Alonso’s l*p, and he said, “Don’t stay up too late, granddad.”

Alonso attempted to open the door, but Taleela had locked It behind him as instructed. Just from standing outside the door, he could smell her fragrance. His nose picked up her wispy rosy scent that permeated the air. He could hear her steady heartbeat even in the face of all the ordeals.

He rapped on the door and waited for her to open it. Soon, he heard feet shuffled to the door hence the rattling of the knob that led to the opening.

The moment her dainty, elegant face was ushered, he collided his lips against hers, not giving her a chance to recoup. She seemed shocked and still got a while, but he continued; his palm pushed the door deeper and took her with him.

His foot crushed the door close to replace her against it, his mouth still ravishing her.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, as her unsteady hands found his chest placing them on him, seemingly confused on what to do.

He pulled away long enough to unbutton and throw off his shirt, leaving his flesh open to feel her quaint fingers against him. Just as his mouth was about to touch hers, she darted back slightly, tired eyes staring back at him in uncertainty.

“It’s alright, baby, trust me!” he said, returning his arms, engulfing her, and giving her no chance at a protest.

As his mouth found hers once more, he was rough and, at the same time taking his time to explore the sweet nectar of her mug.

In their frantic state, they moved from the door to the bed wall where he raised her hands above her, his coarse yet soft palm cupping her neck and bringing it close as his nose delved down to lapse against the white flesh.

He inhaled deeply engrossed in her scintillating fresh scents. He g*****d raggedly, his mouth snapping open to replace his nose in her neck. His eyes glowed red, and his fangs came out ready to mark her, but he retracted them. Taleela could only gasp and pant, her body molded into him, wanting more of what his hands promised.

He sucked into her white flesh the rough urge to bite her very persistent. Managing to resist the urge, his lips traced to her coalition and peppered hungry k****s down her neckline to stop at her sizable cleavage.

His hands instinctively found the mounds and fumbled them while Taleela whimpered and flushed herself at him, her eyes closed while her arms hung at her side, unsure of what to do with them.

“You like what I’m doing?” he whispered as he slid up while his hand continued in their administration.

She didn’t respond. She was passed her sanity to be able to form any coherent word.

“Say something or….”

“Yes! Yes, please don’t stop. I’ve wanted you since forever,” she giggled, her hands snapping out to hold unto him.

He smiled as he tugged her to the bed and pushed her on it. He stopped long enough to pull her simple gown above her head tossing it to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her camisole and red thong

He observed her beautiful body through l**t clouded eyes; her tattoos were massive and strange, his heart thudding at how exquisite she looked. Seeing how he looked at her, Taleela quickly covered her body in fear that he might not be happy with what he saw.

Noticing her reluctance, he corrected his action by joining her on the bed and taking her hands in his to k**s her knuckles gently.

“Don’t hide away from me, Kittie!” he said. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the privilege of seeing.”

Without wasting more time, his lips merged with hers in a soul-searing k**s that left Taleela’s toes curling as he gently pushed her on the bed and swiftly joined her.

She gasped as his hand went to release her from her thong, and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue down her throat. The rustling of the bedcovers as they tumbled on the bed was the only thing that was audible in the room, following yanking her close to stare at her red dripping cunt.

His lips trailed down her thighs as his hands held her down to steady her. He knew she was still uncertain about this and wanted her to enjoy every bit of it without regret.

His mouth found her perky buds and swiped through it, the act registering on Taleela’s brain and making her jerk forward with a gasp.

“Relax,” he encouraged and gave her a reassuring smile.

Taleela nodded, wondering what came over him today and what he was doing with his head on her that way.

Her body was raging from his touch, and her legs felt wobbly. She wanted him down there sooner to curb the need to gnaw, lest she lose herself, and finally begged him to take her.

His fingers soon slid down until they were at her entrance, and then before she could fathom his next move, he slid a finger in to be ensued by another.

“Ah!” She cried and buckled forth to meet his thrust. He began slowly, but with time his thrust increased till she was nothing but a wet mess before him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and had to withdraw enough to fling his remaining around.

“I promise to be slow, okay?” He cooed to her as he climbed in on top of her. She nodded, hot sweat now dripping all over her body.

She knew and understood what they were about to do, but it didn’t stop her from being afraid of what would happen next.

He nudged her legs apart and positioned himself at her entrance pushing in gently. The minute he felt her wetness, every mantra of going easy was flung off through the window as he lost his restraint and plunged into her.

Taleela saw red as she cried out in painful pleasure and held onto him in fear that if she let go, she would burst. He was nearing his release, and so was she.

His growls became more frantic, and so was his hold on her and his k****s. Not long, he let out a loud pant and shuddered, the action causing her cunt to construct and send her jostling alongside him as they experienced a turbulent wave ride to their ecstatic bliss.