The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (2 page)

Ah, so that was her name, the brunette was Christina…
damn, she’s hot.
I loved women with dark, lustrous hair. Christina clenched her hand in the blonde’s golden mane, gaining her full attention.

“Well, stop pulling on my hair. If you want me to do more, then ask me, bitch, but don’t you ever touch me without permission. Otherwise, I’m putting the brakes on this little ménage immediately.”

The blonde nodded, which earned her a wet, hot and deep, open-mouthed kiss from Christina. I caught glimpses of flashing pink tongues, sucking and nipping at one another’s lips until both of them were moaning their pleasure and panting breathlessly.

Damn. Now that is what I call fucking hot.

Then, it only got hotter. I watched the slow movement of Christina’s hand gliding down the centre of the blonde’s body, finding her clit and strumming it like a guitar.

My cock stirred again. This was a happy surprise, seeing as I’d already received the duo’s oral worship earlier. These two had worked as a tandem effort, French kissing the head of my cock between their clashing tongues and lips. Then the blonde sucked on the head of my shaft while Christina’s hot, hungry mouth milked me to orgasm. The little bitch didn’t swallow. But the show wasn’t over. I got my money’s worth. When she turned to kiss the blonde, I noticed she still had my cum in her mouth. The blonde lapped it up, sharing and smothering it all over their faces.
Stupid, fucking little whores.

Wide-eyed and panting, I sat back and watched these two
putani
spread my cum all over their bodies as they went to town on one another.

Fuck
. I breathed, almost on the verge of my next orgasm. This was just what I needed. It was just the perfect remedy to make me forget my day’s events and drama.

What a bullshit motherfucker of a day I had, discovering the one man I trusted, the one man I allowed into my family and my business dealings betrayed me by stealing from the Morassi funds! Well, fuck yeah, I was so goddamned pissed with that
bastardo.
That little fucking shit was going to pay, big time. After my men roughened him up a bit, he’d be at my mercy.

Paulie Winters had to pay. You didn’t take from my
famiglia
without asking. Little fucker thought he’d get away with it, too. My men were dealing with him now. He didn’t steal a lot of money, only fifty-thousand. To me, fifty-thousand was loose change. But you didn’t fucking take from The Don.

When were these fuckers going to learn?

CHAPTER TWO

SIERRA

I walked into the house, totally exhausted after being run ragged by that sexist pig I work for. I flopped down onto the couch, not wanting to move. I was looking forward to a nice, long soak in the bath with a good book. Maybe open a bottle of cheap wine I had stashed somewhere in the cupboard or…

I froze in mid-sentence. From the moment I entered my lounge room, I knew my heavenly idea had flown right out the window. My brother’s clothes were haphazardly strewn all around the room. Normally, that wouldn’t cause me to change my plans, but these clothes were all torn up and bloody. They were also the same clothes I had seen him wearing earlier that morning. 

My protective sisterly instinct kicked in. “Paulie?” Barely giving him time to reply, I shouted his name loudly through the house, knowing my voice would carry to all the rooms in our small home. “PAULIE, where are you?”

“I’m in here, Sierra.” His reply was breathy and pain-filled, coming from the kitchen. I dashed through the house and came to a standstill as I took in the sight before me. Shit, there was so much blood; it was everywhere! His right leg was bleeding profusely and blood covered his shin. He was lying on the floor, his left hand wrapped in a tea towel, clutched to his chest. I noticed the blood soaking through the towel; I dreaded to think what damage was hiding under it. 

“God, Paulie,” I whispered. As tears filled my eyes, I kicked myself into gear and grabbed a clean cloth. Wetting it, I crouched down next to him and methodically cleaned the blood from his face. As I wiped away the traces of blood, I found I was uncovering cuts and the beginning of bruises. “Who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter who did it. I deserved it. That’s all you need to know,” he snapped defensively.

Knowing Paulie, he was probably trying to protect me. He likes to forget I was the one who protected
him
. He was my little brother, so he didn’t have a chance at playing the protective brother card today. Especially when I was the one who was wiping the blood from his body.

“Paulie, you are forgetting who protects who in this family. It’s always me. I’m your big sister, and it’s my job to protect you,” I reminded him gently. “So, I will ask you again. Who did this to you?”

I saw the defeat clear in his face just before he opened his mouth. I blanched at the words which came out, so quietly it was barely a whisper. “Sebastiano Morassi,” he rasped.

I didn’t need to question whether I’d heard correctly or not. Everyone in Sydney knew who Sebastiano Morassi was. They also know the damage before me was simply an etching of what he was capable of. Not him personally, of course, but most definitely one of his cronies, better known as the ‘heavies’ under his order. The question was, what the hell had my brother done to deserve it?

“What the hell did you do? You didn’t sleep with his daughter, did you?”

No way, The Don would have had him killed for that. Paulie sat in silence, not answering my question. I finished cleaning his face, pulling the cloth away as I turned his head so he couldn’t help but look me directly in the eyes.

“Paulie. What. Did. You. Do?” I punctuated every word.

“I… um…borrowed some money.” I could hear the shame in his voice. I pulled the towel from his hand and cleaned until I saw he had a badly mutilated finger. This much damage, meant it had to be a lot of money. I swallowed the vomit and bile trying to come up. I couldn’t lose it. I needed to know what was going on so I could fix it. 

“Jesus, Paulie. What for? Forget it; I don’t need to know what for. How much? How much did you take?” Faced with silence again, I dropped his hand and gripped his face tightly in mine. Paulie winced but I couldn’t loosen my grip. I needed him to answer me. “How. Much?” I repeated.

“Fifty… fifty thousand,” he stammered as he pulled away from me. I dropped the cloth and pulled my brother into a hug, not caring one bit that I was getting covered in blood. My little brother was in trouble. Knowing we didn’t have that kind of money to pay Morassi back, I needed to come up with a plan. I had no other option. My brother needed saving and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

I would do anything to keep my brother safe. He was all I had.

***

After assessing Paulie’s injuries, I took him to the emergency department at Sydney’s St Vincent’s Hospital. There was no way I could repair his damaged finger on my own. Whoever did this to him had done a fine job.

The flesh of his third digit was hanging loosely, veins were severed and bone had been clearly attacked with some sharp object. Honestly, I could only imagine what weapon was used. A serrated knife? A saw? Whatever it was, it must have been torturous because it was ugly. Or perhaps it had been put through some sort of grinder. For God’s sake, my brother was only twenty-one! To me, he would always be my little Paulie.
I mean, who would hurt another human on purpose like that? Who would do that?

Sebastiano Morassi, that was who.

Despite the pain and trauma he’d gone through, Paulie protested and whined the whole way to the ER. After some convincing that he may just bleed to death on the kitchen floor, he eventually relented, but only because he was about to pass out.

When we arrived, we had to lie and say it was a
home accident
. I made up some bullshit story about Paulie trying to fix my meat grinder while I was attempting to make my grandmother’s famous meatballs. A pathetic excuse, but that was all I could think of at the time. I mean, there was no way you could mention the Morassi name, and even if you did, no one would give a shit or do anything. Everyone obeyed and bowed to The Don. Sebastiano Morassi even had the police wrapped around his finger. He had so much power he could run the goddamn country.

While we were waiting in recovery, after they operated on Paulie’s finger and he was comfortable, with lots of sedation, I finally asked him what happened.

“Sierra,” he breathed my name in the faintest whisper. “You don’t need to know, okay. Just leave it. The less you know, the better it is.”

“But why, Paulie? We were doing okay. We didn’t need fifty grand. Why did you do it? I’ve got a well-paid job. I know my boss is a slime-ball, but hey, he pays well,” I assured him, stroking his forehead.

“Yeah, he pays well because he wants to cop a feel of your arse, that’s why.” Paulie’s voice grew louder. Every word and every breath he took was causing him great pain. He looked so much like my late father, with his dimpled chin and light brown hair, which he always kept cropped short. He was toned, tanned and buffed in all the right places. I was so happy for him when he announced he was going to work for Morassi, in his IT and Security Department. That was what he told me anyway. I just didn’t know what to think or believe anymore.

“Shhh… settle down, for crying out loud,” I soothed him. “You’ve got four broken ribs and your body looks like a bunch of kindergarten kids have painted it with blue, purple and yellow paint. Relax, okay? I can handle my boss.” I tried to keep my voice calm for Paulie’s sake, but it was hard.

“Sis, I don’t want you working for him anymore. All I was trying to do was make our life better. With Mum in rehab at the moment and Dad gone, I wanted to be able to help out more. I know I shouldn’t have taken it, and just when Morassi was beginning to trust me, as well. I fucked up. Man, did I fuck up!” Paulie ran his hands over his face, almost inflicting pain on himself. It was as if he wanted to deliberately cause himself pain by pulling and scratching at his cheeks, full of bruises as he glided his hands over his stubble.

Paulie had been beating himself up over our money situation since our father died from liver cancer a year ago. Then my broken-hearted mother had a breakdown shortly afterward. My parents were so in love, and they had the most perfect marriage. Our life was perfect until it all came crashing down. I was left to pay my father’s medical bills, funeral costs and I’d also inherited Mum’s rehab bills. Up until recently, Paulie was going to university, but he wanted to drop out and work so he could help with the bills. He was such a smart kid. Of course, I didn’t want him to drop out. I told him we could defer the payments, but Paulie was as stubborn as me and when he put his mind to something, he went full pelt.

Luckily, our small family home in the inner suburbs of North Sydney was paid off. My father had been a factory worker for years while my mother stayed home, the ever-loving wife and mother. Seeing her have the breakdown after my dad died almost tore me apart. It was the rehab, which was costing us the most, and I just couldn’t look after my mother at home.

“Paulie, listen, I can fix things. I’ll go talk to Sebastiano Morassi and explain the situation…I can—”

He cut me off in a flying rage.
So much for trying to calm him down.
“Don’t you fucking do a thing, Sierra! You keep your fucking mouth shut. I mean it. Don’t go anywhere near Morassi. Just pretend you never saw me like this and I never told you who did it. If you go to him, he
will
want something and I know what it will be.”

“Really, Paulie, what have I got that Sebastiano Morassi would ever want? I mean, look at me. I’m such a plain Jane,” I scoffed, dismissing his theory altogether. There was no way a man like Morassi would even look twice at someone like me.

“Morassi
will
want you! I know how his sick fuck of a mind works. He will take one look at you and want YOU! He has a thing for brunettes, Sierra. Are you that stupid? Do you not realise how beautiful you are?”

Never had I thought of myself as beautiful. I always thought I was average-looking but never beautiful. My hair was probably my best asset. It was long, very long, mainly because I couldn’t afford to have it cut these days. The silky, dark strands the colour of chestnuts fell in loose waves, almost touching the base of my spine. I suppose I had a nice-enough figure. A flat stomach, and toned legs due to all the walking I did because I didn’t have a bloody car! I just wished my boobs were bigger than a B- cup - definitely not my best asset, that’s for sure!

As for Sebastiano Morassi, he was one hell of a good-looking man. For a forty-five-year-old Italian mafia crime boss, he was one fine specimen. Mind you, I’d never seen him in real life, but he was always on the news and his photograph appeared in magazines and local newspapers, Australia-wide. He had that thick, glossy black hair which he kept slicked back and short. A scar marred his left eye, from the top of his eyebrow to almost halfway down his cheek. I don’t know but there was something about a man with a scar which gave him that rugged, sexy appearance. Every now and then, a lock of hair would fall in front of his face.
Gulp – HOT!

A few weeks ago, they had an article on him in some Australian woman’s magazine. I was staring at his picture while I was lining up at the checkout of my local supermarket and honestly, I was mesmerized by his body. He was built, and I mean huge. He would
have to
work out to get a body with sculpted muscles like that – he was old, right? He had tattoos on his back and arms. The most unusual ones were on his upper thighs, but I could never make out what they were, despite taking extra care to look really hard and up close at the image.

Sebastiano Morassi was hot, dangerously hot.

“Sierra…Sierra, are you fucking listening to me?” Paulie shook me out of my trance. “I’m warning you, Sierra, if you go see Morassi, he will want you and there is no way I want you spreading your legs for him. You can’t go to him because that’s what he’ll make you do. He likes your look, women with long, dark hair. You don’t know him like I do. That’s what he’s like; he’s a fucking monster. Please, stay out of it. I can clear this mess up myself.”