The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (14 page)

Although we didn’t always have penetrative sex, Sebastiano was extremely demanding in bed and
kinky
. Oh, God, was he kinky. I couldn’t wait to see what he would use on me next.

So, yeah, I guessed I was a Mafia Mistress, completely and utterly enchanted with the most powerful man in the country. I was blinded by the sex, the money and I was slowly becoming accustomed to the mafia way of life.

During the day, I rarely saw him and if I did, he was always with one of his men.
Always
. If he wasn’t with Riccardo, he was with Guido, Stefano or Vincenzo. Lorena informed me Riccardo was her father’s right-hand man, his enforcer better known as his
Capo
. I had no idea what that meant, but she was more than happy to enlighten me with all the information.

For someone so young, Lorena was very knowledgeable about her father’s business dealings, or
shenanigans
as she constantly referred to them. I was quite certain she’d witnessed a lot in her twenty-three years. She seemed to have a very strong connection with Angela, or
Nonna
. Nonna was a gem. She treated the men like they were all her sons, especially Sebastiano, and she had been amazing with me. If it wasn’t for her and Lorena, I wouldn’t have had the strength or the courage to embrace this lifestyle.

I was still unsure how to take Lorena. I didn’t understand why she liked me or why she was so accepting of me. Apart from our initial meeting, where she was an utter little bitch, she had been nothing but a friend to me the last couple months. Maybe it was because we were close in age; I was only five years older than her.

It was bizarre. Normally, a step-daughter was meant to despise her father’s partner. I honestly didn’t know if I could trust her, but I also remembered Sebastiano telling me she didn’t have a mean bone in her body and was nothing like her mother. I hadn’t seen that vile woman since that first day when I arrived at the mansion. Nor had I heard Lorena or Sebastiano even mention her name. It was like she didn’t even exist.

“Sierra, are you ready? The driver brought the car around to the front and he’s waiting for us,” I heard Guido announce as he knocked on the bedroom door. At least he had the decency to knock this time and not barge in while I was getting changed. He did it once and Riccardo made sure he never did it again.

“Yes, I’ll be down in five minutes. I promise.”

I was going to visit my mother. Her condition seemed to be slowly improving. Her doctor was convinced she should make huge improvements in her mental condition over the next six months. As soon as I had started to pay Paulie’s debt, Sebastiano completely took over and transferred my mother to another rehabilitation facility with completely new doctors, and he took care of the financial burden Paulie and I had been trying to pay off this last year. I was overwhelmed by Sebastiano’s generosity.

I quickly made my way downstairs, not wanting to keep anyone waiting longer than they should be.

“I’m ready. Let’s go. Is Paulie in the car already?” I called out to Guido as I swept past him in the lounge room to grab an apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen.

“Nah, he had to go with
Capo
to get some business finished off, if ya know what I mean.”

“Yeah, no worries, I know
exactly
what you mean.” I rolled my eyes at him.

Out of all the men to act as my bodyguard, or
man
me, Guido pissed me off the most. He liked to rile me up all the time, yet he never did it around Sebastiano or Riccardo. I tried not to let him get to me but without Paulie coming with me, I had to put up with him by myself for the whole forty-minute drive to the facility.

Great. Just fucking dandy!

***

SEBASTIANO

“Don.” The panicked male whisper pulled me from my slumber. I could feel Sierra tucked comfortably into my side like she had been every night over the last couple months, so I knew I wasn’t being woken up regarding her. She could have been the reason he was whispering, though. 

“What is it? Is it Lorena?” I questioned Riccardo as I gently slid Sierra off my arm. I watched as she muttered in her sleep before snuggling into her pillow. The last couple of months had passed so quickly. There was something about Sierra…something I’d sought for a very long time. Something I’d always wanted and since I had her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let her go. She fitted into my life perfectly; filling the hole in my soul I didn’t even know was there in the first place. 

“No, we’ve got a situation…in the basement.” Riccardo sounded nervous, which in turn made me nervous. He was the toughest son of a bitch I knew, but something had unnerved him, which I didn’t like it.
 

I didn’t like it one fucking little bit.

Riccardo stepped back toward the door, ready to exit the room. “It’s fucking bad, Don. It’s real fucking bad.” 

I watched him turn and slip into the darkness of the hallway before I quickly slid out of bed, grabbing my sweats off the stool tucked under the dressing table. I made my way downstairs as I mentally prepared myself for what I might find in the basement. 

***

The basement was a soundproof room I had exclusively built to use when needed to deal with punishments and perform some serious torture. People rarely made it out of the basement alive, ever. This wasn’t what had me so concerned; it was those four words, ‘
It’s real fucking bad,’
uttered by my right-hand man which were my deepest fear and concern.

Walking quietly through the dark and silent house, I made my way down to the basement, preparing myself for the worst. I could see the kitchen light shining through the crack under the door as I approached it. I took a deep breath and braced myself before opening it. 

I first spotted Vincenzo, who stood with his hands braced against the sink as he looked out the window into the darkness of the night. He looked lost and so deep in his thoughts I didn’t think he had even heard me enter. I cleared my throat as I stopped beside him and looked out the window with him. The tension across his shoulders kicked up a notch as he turned his head to glance at me. The horror in his face told me more than anything he could have said. 

Shit has hit the fucking fan!

Leaving Vincenzo to his thoughts once more, I headed for the door to the basement. I didn’t even stop to collect my thoughts before opening the door. I just yanked that son of a bitch open and stomped into the shit-storm I knew was hiding behind it. 

I opened the door to find a bruised and bloodied man strapped to a chair which had been placed in the middle of the room. I didn’t recognise the captive, but there was something familiar about his chocolate-brown eyes staring reverently into my own, revealing nothing but terror. I approached the scene cautiously. The closer I got to him, the more he squirmed. 
He was petrified of me.

“Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” I shouted, not taking my eyes off the man. The fact I didn’t like what I was witnessing went without saying. I sure fucking hoped my men had something serious to tell me about this fucker because I could barely believe my own fucking eyes. This better be some fucking joke. 

Riccardo stepped up, stopping just behind the chair in front of me. I lifted my eyes from the battered captive to meet Riccardo’s sad gaze.

He didn’t speak. Instead, it was Vincenzo who spoke, walking up slowly behind me. I had known he’d followed me down, figuring he was still lost in his own head. I turned to face him, ready to listen.

“I heard him…I heard him spilling information over the phone. I thought he had to be talking to one of us for a minute. That was until I heard him call the person on the other end of the phone ‘Don’. I knew he wasn’t talking to you because you were already in bed with Sierra and Stefano was guarding your door.” He shook his head, still with a vacant look in his eyes. 

“What was the information?” I asked, trying to keep my shit together. It had to be one of my men. Who else would be in my house at this time of night apart from my
famiglia
? I needed to know who the fuck was calling someone else The Don. That shit was not on.
I am. The. Fucking. Don. 

“It was mainly information about Sierra. He mentioned family stuff, too, but nothing which isn’t already common knowledge, Boss. I stopped him before he said anything else.” Thank fuck it wasn’t about the shipments. Those shipments were bad enough. We didn’t need a balls-up to make them any more dangerous. 

Taking a deep breath and schooling my features, I pushed away from the door I was resting against and turned to inspect the captive. He was barely distinguishable with all the blood dripping down his face.

Fuck, first Paulie betrayed me but to have the man in front of me was far worse. It was one of my trusted men who had double-crossed me. Inching closer to him, with my own face mere inches from his, I recognised who it was.

Guido.

Fucking Guido.

“If you have something to say, motherfucker, now is the time to say it,” I said as I circled his chair.

Riccardo leant down and pulled the masking tape off Guido’s mouth, allowing him to say his piece.

The terror in his eyes had gone and was replaced by indifference. “Vincenzo has already voiced it all,” he announced, attempting to shrug while remaining strapped to the chair.

My temper flared. I leant down into his face and snarled. “Why? Tell me why the fuck you would betray me like this!” He flinched as my spittle hit him in the face, but I didn’t give a flying fuck.

“What does it matter? It won’t change what happens next.” Guido had some balls; I’d give him that. I guessed that shouldn’t have been much of a surprise considering the situation. He had to have balls to go against me. A pussy wouldn’t go against Sebastiano Morassi. 

“No, I guess it doesn’t… It doesn’t matter at all.” I glanced over to the table with all those lovely tools on it. I stepped over and brushed my hand over the cutters. If I left it to Riccardo, he’d go for the cutters; they were his favourite. But, not this time. The rest of my men needed to see me get my hands dirty. They needed to see how brutal I could be. 

How brutal I am. Maybe they have forgotten who the fuck I am.
 I often wondered if the violence I’d been raised in was the root of my sadism. The adults in my family had tried to keep me protected when I was young, but I’d seen evidence of things, things which had turned me into a fucking monster.

My hand stopped on the knife. “Is it worth me asking who the hell you were calling by my fucking name?”

He didn’t answer me, but Vincenzo did, “He doesn’t need to. I grabbed the phone before he finished the conversation. It was Antonio, and he wasn’t too bothered about you finding out. In fact, he was quite amused about it all.” 

That got Guido’s attention. His head snapped up. 

“Aw…did you think Antonio would be sending his rescue squad, Guido?” I ridiculed him. “Sorry to break it to you, but Antonio-fucking-Bertucci doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. His men are just that. Men. They aren’t
famiglia
. Not like my men are.”

I let that thought sink in as I moved my hand across the table and picked up the pliers. “Vincenzo, I’m going to need some scotch.” 

I heard Vincenzo take the steps two at a time, no doubt to follow my order.
Good to know some of my men are still loyal.
“Make it two bottles. Leave it on the table and then you decide if you want to stay or leave. It’s going to be a long night.”

Riccardo grabbed Guido’s head and held it still against the chair’s headrest, knowing exactly what I had planned by the tool I had chosen. I roughly grabbed Guido’s chin, not caring about any pain I caused. What I had planned was going to cause Guido a world of pain. When people use the saying ‘
like pulling teeth’,
they weren’t just saying it to sound cute. 

It took hours getting to the last tooth. My wrist fucking hurt and I had no doubt I had blisters on my fingers from gripping the fucking pliers, but I wasn’t giving the job to anyone else. Riccardo had offered to take over numerous times, but I needed to do this. Guido fell in and out of consciousness throughout the whole ordeal and every single fucking time, I slapped him awake. 

“Wake up, Guido. We have one more left.” 

He blinked his eyes open with a grunt and the bloody saliva dribbled down his chin. 

I gripped the tooth with the pliers and jiggled it about, side to side and back and forth. The pliers slipped off the tooth like they did all the others, and I repositioned them and tugged once again. Finally, the fucker gave and I pulled it free with a grunt.

“Fucker.” I dropped the last tooth into the bottle of scotch and it joined all the others. I could see the doubt in Riccardo’s eyes. He didn’t want me to go through with the whole job. He didn’t want me to kill Guido. The thing was, I didn’t have a choice. I had to do this. I had no option but to end Guido. I needed to make it clear to Antonio and my men—the few who were present and those who weren’t—that I didn’t take betrayal lightly. 

I nodded to Riccardo and he tilted Guido’s chair on its back legs. “Time for one last drink together, Guido.”

I took a swig out of my bottle, the bottle I had been drinking my way through the last few hours. I picked up Guido’s bottle and gave it a swirl to mix the teeth about before pouring it into Guido’s mouth. It didn’t take long for him to start to sputter and choke. Whether it was the teeth he was choking on or the scotch filling his lungs, it didn’t matter. The end result would still be the same. 

Guido dead.

I kept pouring more scotch into his mouth, even after the life left his eyes. Guido had been my
famiglia
once, but unfortunately, he’d thrown that all away.
Now it’s time to send him to his boss
. Antonio would know that even if he managed to turn my guys against me, I wouldn’t be fucking soft. It would always end with a painful death. 

Once the last drops left the bottle, I set it down and picked up my own, toasting Guido with the bottle, “
Saluti
,” before taking a healthy mouthful. I turned my back on the body as Riccardo repositioned the chair back on its four legs.