CRISTIANO
The woman was fucking magic.
The image of her decadent body with her silky black hair, bright brown eyes, and sultry red lips floats into my mind.
Women like Megan make the Dark Odyssey what it is for me.
The Dark Odyssey is one of the first places the guys and I visit when we’re in Chicago. We all love the escapism and the craziness the club owners do to cater to men like us with dark tastes.
My only regret about last night was not having the time to truly do all I wanted to do to the beautiful goddess.
If we didn’t have to meet with Vincent Giordano about his new business venture in Italy, we would have had all sorts of sinful fun with Megan. I would have at the very least had my dick sliding between those pillowy lips of her pretty mouth.
To relieve the ache in my dick, I found myself jerking off in my shower when I returned to my fortress of a home. I haven’t had to do that in a long time because I always get what I want, whenever and wherever I want.
I’m Cristiano Rivera, and I’ve always lived by the strength and power of my name. Last night was one of those times when I had to put business first.
My family’s business is in property development. We have a long-standing business relationship with the Giordanos. Vincent is the don of the family. His brothers and cousins own the Dark Odyssey.
As a man on his way to taking over his family business, I needed to look professional last night in front of Rivera Developments’ most important client.
I couldn’t look like the playboy or the rebel. There’s a time for that. It wasn’t last night, and it’s not now either.
I tamp down my lust as I walk into the meeting room and my gaze settles on my grandfather sitting at the head of the long mahogany table. Lorenzo, his consigliere—advisor and second in command, is seated to his right. The fucker is also the prick who would love to have my legacy.
The last time we met, he tried to persuade my grandfather to pull me off the European projects. He thought I was going to fuck things up because I pissed off one of the investors. I proved the asshole wrong by getting a better investment and making a billion dollars on top as profit.
So the smug go-fuck-yourself smile I’m giving him is well deserved, and he knows it. That’s why he’s finding it hard to look me in the eye.
Motherfucker. When I take over, I’m kicking his ass out. I don’t care how long he’s worked for my family or how valuable he is. He’s gone. A leader can’t afford to have trust issues or any kind of contention with their subordinates. It weakens the structure of any business.
My great, great grandfather might have built this company, but my men and I took it to places no one ever envisaged. We’ve spent the last six years taking care of all the projects in Europe, the US, and the Caribbean. We turned the company into a different kind of legacy for the future.
“Buongiorno.” I dip my head toward Grandfather first, then Lorenzo, just to be respectful in my grandfather’s presence.
“Buongiorno, my boy.” The rust in Grandfather’s voice is from too many years of smoking but is more pronounced today. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.”
Lorenzo doesn’t say anything to me. Instead, he tries to mask the put-out expression on his face with a fake as fuck smile I can see straight through. It’s hard to believe he was ever my father’s best friend. This man absolutely loathes the fact that I live and breathe.
Grandfather looks me over the way a parent would when they haven’t seen their child in a long time. As it’s been six months since we last saw each other, I make my way over to him and air kiss his cheeks. He, however, being the fatherly figure he is, pulls me in for a hug.
Affection like this doesn’t come easy for a man like him. He’s the ruthless mafia boss when he needs to be, but he values family.
Five years ago, when my father died, Grandfather became my everything. I, in turn, became more like a son to him.
I take the seat to his left, keeping my gaze on Lorenzo.
“I heard last night went extremely well,” Grandfather says with pride.
When I think of last night, Megan enters my mind again. I think of the good time I had with her and the delicious taste of her pussy.
He’s not talking about that though. My grandfather must have gotten a good report from Vincent.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Another job well done.”