Chapter 2

Nico

Alexander my best friend stands next to me knocking back neat whiskey as if it’s going out of fashion. Someone needs to have a word with him, and he has his eyes on the red head in the corner, the same one I want to take home with me tonight, push up her peach skirt and stick my cock between her legs.

Damn Lucky Gianluca and the way she lifts her chin like she doesn’t give a shit about me looking at her. I’ll show her.

Soon we will be married, and she is going to have to do exactly as I say. Not that I want to have her sexually, she doesn’t do it for me, but my cock seems to think she does. It hasn’t received the memo, yet that Lucky is effectively my enemy.

I only want her for pure selfish reasons, to be head of an empire, the biggest and best yet in New York City, hell not even the mafia families of the twenties were as powerful as I am going to be once this alliance is made.

No, I don’t give a shit about her, but she will be mine and I will have a strangle hold on that woman. How dare she turn away from me as if she is dismissing me? Who the fuck does she think she is? I’ve a good mind to go and pull her off that chair and show her who is the damn boss around here.

“Stop drinking so much, you’re a fucking idiot when you’re drunk.” I tell Alexander, Alex for short. “Last night we had to carry out of Tequila’s club. It doesn’t look good for us. You’re supposed to be looked up to being my right-hand man, Alex.” I sneer at him. He ignores me. He usually does.

“Why are you in such a fucking shitty, Nico? Oh, I see because your fiancée hasn’t come over to sit with you.” He throws his head back and laughs. Fuck him, he knows nothing.

“Like I want her to. She is just a pawn in my game, the bigger picture, Alex you should know that by now.”

He finishes his drink and clicks his fingers, a waiter comes practically running towards him wearing black dress pants, a white button-down shirt and a maroon waistcoat. “Another and get this grumpy shit something too.”

The schmuck nods and makes his way towards the bar where I watch as the bartender starts to pour two fingerfuls of whiskey in each crystal globe glass.

“Threatening her father to be killed is a bit extreme, however, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t fucking think that, Alex. Why are you still a pest in my ear tonight? Go fuck that woman you keep looking at and leave me the hell alone.”

“Listen, word on the street is that you’re pushing to big too fast, and it will have repercussions.” I swivel my head round to glare at Alex, he is tall but not as tall as me. Where I am broad and masculine, he is leaner. Alex is a runner and has the body of an athlete. I work out in the gym every morning for ninety minutes, I get up at half four in the morning to do so, before the day starts and becomes crazier than shit. I do cardio but not long distance, just enough to keep the fat off.

“I don’t give a flying fuck, Alex what the word on the street is. I want to be the King Pin and I am going to be it.”

“You already are, though. I don’t get it.” He shakes his head.

“I am of our family sure, but I want the whole of New York, don’t you get that? Growing up on the streets poor not having enough money to get my shoes soled was not fun, Alex. I wasn’t born into money like you were. I had to work my way to the top taking the shitty grunt jobs wherever I could until I got taken under my wing. My own father didn’t get into the mob business until he was in his thirties and then he was lucky that a man like Moretti wanted to be his mentor. If that hadn’t happened, nothing would have been left to him when he was shot, and my father would have been on the streets hustling and bustling for a dime.”

Alex shrugs his shoulders, it’s not the first time he’s heard this, but it won’t be the last either.

“She’s coming, your Princess is on her way.” Alex raises his eyebrows. I take a look in the direction he is staring. Her walk is magnificent I can’t lie about that. The way her slender hips sway in her tight red dress that hangs to the floor, a slit on one side exposing lean, toned legs. Her waist is cinched in I wonder if it’s natural or that bodycon shit women are wearing these days. At least when I fuck a girl from the club, I know I’m getting a hand full of silicone.

I glare at her, disinterested yet my dick is aching in my goddamn pants. Now is not the best time for my manhood to decide it wants a piece of pussy, especially not a piece of Lucky Gianluca.

“Yes?” My voice is cold as ice. She doesn’t deserve anything better. She is a Gianluca, this is merely an arrangement to give me what I want in this city. My empire and that is all I am interested in.

“My father sent me.” She spits back at me, I can see the hatred in her eyes, the venom in her emerald eyes hold no bars, I can see the detest and the pure anger as her nostrils flare at me. I wonder if she is this fiery in the bedroom.

What? Why the fuck do you care what she is like in the bedroom. Get your shit together Nico, Man or you’re going to be in fucking trouble.

“I have no interest in you this evening.” She glares at me and opens her mouth no doubt to say something sharp and piercing then thinks twice.

“Fuck you, Santangelo.” She hisses at me not missing a beat. “Fuck you to hell and back and your egotistical attitude. I can do better than you.” She flicks that long, black hair of hers over her shoulder. I’d like to fist it in my hand and yank her head back and bite her fucking neck, brand her with my fucking teeth.

“You best wash that mouth of yours out with soap, Princess. It isn’t becoming of my wife to be. You will be a Santangelo in just a few weeks’ time and you will behave like the wife of a Don, not a potty mouthed fucking whore.” My voice is laden with ice as I give her my coolest stare. She doesn’t back down, she is defiant. Yeah, I’ll tame her and show her who is the fucking damn boss around here.

“I am not, nor will I ever be your Princess, Santangelo. Never.” She spits at me.

“You are dismissed go pay your respects to my father. Afterall, I am allowing him to stay alive. But make no mistake, Lucky if you pull out on me, I will not hesitate to kill him.”

She looks at me as if she wants to stick a knife in my gut and twist it. I chuckle as she raises her middle finger and gives me the bird, turns back the way she came and sways her hips even more. The fucking bitch.