Dante"Dante," Ivan says. We're alone in the same room now. "I want to fill you in on something. Based on how relaxed and calm you look; I doubt you're already aware of it."What's he referring to? I just hope it's not something related to that damn Bachman."What's going on?" I rest my arms on my legs and fix my gaze on him, sitting on the other couch. "Spill it. You know I don't like suspense, especially not tasteless surprises."He sighs deeply and looks at me."A few days ago, I went to the bar. Filippo," he refers to the owner, "told me that Tamara is pregnant."I don't know why he's telling me this. What that bitch does or what happens to her matters very little to me."And how is that my concern?" I ask him, though I wanted it to sound like a statement. "What she does with her life is none of my damn business.""I don't know, I thought maybe you'd want to know.""And why should I? I only fucked her a few times," I mutter. "You know she never meant anything to me other than a qu
DanteI have no intention of bringing one into the world and risking it. I don't want them to live in my hell and inherit the same fate that befell me.Those are my fears. Maybe deep down, very deep down, I do want an heir, a lion, or, as Ivan says, a little devil. Someone who carries my blood. And who better than a child of my beautiful wildcat? Nevertheless, I've already decided not to have any. Being a father is not in my plans, neither in the future nor ever. I don't want to take the risk of her getting pregnant. That's why I need to talk to her and come to an agreement on this matter. She'll keep taking something. I don't know, maybe I'll take her to a doctor or something, so we can continue to have a satisfying and worry-free sexual life.The days passed, and the day came for the trip to Morocco. Ivan won't be joining me, only Enzo, Franco, and his men. Ivan insisted he should go, but I told him I needed him more in Italy and New York. Leo will stay in Italy, arranging some ship
DanteI stand in front of the mirror as I finish getting dressed. Black dress pants and a shirt, no tie, with the top buttons unbuttoned. I rarely like wearing anything around my neck except for my white gold chain, which my mother gave me when I turned fifteen. It holds a wing pendant similar to my tattoo, only with two wings. Behind them is written in Italian, "Sempre con te" (Always with you). She had said those wings were mine, that the phrase was so I would always know she'd be with me, protecting me, that I'd need them when I was ready to fly. In a way, she was right. I needed those wings a lot when I lost them. They were what I held onto. Her words are etched deeply into my memories. However, what wasn't true was that she'd always be with me. When I was much younger, I believed everything, but I never thought I could lose them, that some damn people would snatch their lives away and take them from my life.It's a loss and pain that I can't overcome and heal from. My nightmares
DanteThe night passes with conversations, drinks and more drinks. I had already decided not to drink much, but for an occasion like this, I can make an exception. Well in the intoxication, I check my phone to see if I have received a reply from my wife. In fact, there are two messages. I didn't hear them coming in the middle of all the noise. I open the first message he sent.I hope the days pass quickly.I'm also dying to see you and for you to kiss me the way only you know how to.I wish to have her here with me.I open the following message.Did you fall asleep? Well, rest up, since you're traveling tomorrow.Since I did not reply to his first message, he assumed that I had fallen asleep, but I am more awake than before, before drinking almost two bottles of whiskey.No, beautiful, I'm still awake, I just didn't hear the sound of my phone.A minute passes before she responds.Well, you should be. Aren't you leaving early tomorrow?Even through messages, he wants to discuss. He nev
DanteI know that this is not the right place to give me pleasure. I need to go to my room, so I ask you not to end the call. I want to listen to her voice while I masturbate and climax in my hand. I'll be imagining her all the time. I have no other choice.I'm leaving without saying a word.Honestly, right now, considering how I'm doing, I don't think it's appropriate.Once in the room, I awkwardly start to take off my shoes and shirt. Then I unbutton my pants and pull them down slightly. I fall on the bed and lean my head against the headboard. I grab my penis with one hand and begin my task of relieving the arousal that she provoked in me."Do you want to listen to me masturbate?"I ask, without stopping the caresses. "I imagine it's you who does it."His breathing has calmed down a bit already, but he resumes when I ask the question."Yes, I want to listen to you," he hesitates again. "I want you to imagine with my voice that I'm there with you, doing it."His words make my hand mo
DanteA ringing in my ears is what caused the sound of the explosion. I open my eyes and see Franco get up and walk towards me. My head hurts when I feel that everything around me is spinning. This is when I hate that I drank so much alcohol that night."Sir, are you all right?"It helps me to stand up.Before we could respond, the shots hit us. They found us.And as Franco said, they are completely covered with cloth on all sides, only their eyes are visible and they are heavily armed."We have to get back on the road and see if there are any vehicles left intact," he speaks frankly again.The headache prevents me from thinking or saying anything, so I just nod my head and let him guide me. We took shelter among the sand dunes as we crawled to get to the road.When we get to the roadside, we see three SUVs burnt out in flames. Two are missing, and there is no trace of them. Maybe they managed to escape. I don't know if Enzo managed to get out of this mess.It's Franco and I in the mid
DanteTwo days pass, and Franco remains unconscious. I continue to clean his wound whenever I can. Hasan comes several times and brings us some food. He also stays for a few minutes to chat with me; he says he keeps me company so I don't feel alone. I appreciate his company. I like it. The best thing for them is that we leave soon. He doesn't want him and his grandfather to be in danger because of me."Dante, do you have children?" Hasan asks while helping me bandage Franco's wound. I don't answer. "My parents had me when they were very young. When my father found out my mother was pregnant with me, he didn't hesitate much and eloped with her to live together," he laughs. "That's the way things are done around here.""Well, not where I come from," I'm reminded of the time I almost kidnapped my wild one. "And no, I don't have children," I answer his question."Don't you have a wife?""Not yet, but I hope to have one soon," I smile as I remember her."Then that means you'll have childre
LillieI've been almost three weeks without being able to communicate with Dante. There's no response or any sign of him or his goons, and the guy named Ivan isn't responding either. Could it be that he's already forgotten about me? Or perhaps I never meant anything to him, just sex, until he got what he wanted and disappeared. Maybe he realized it was time to distance himself after getting what he wanted. His lack of response makes me believe that. And since I haven't received a single message since that night, all of this makes me realize the reality. I thought he actually felt something for me, at least that he liked me, but that didn't even seem to happen. I was naive. I don't know how I could believe in this man, trust him knowing he's a mafioso and a killer. If my mother knew about my stupidity and how I gave myself to a guy like that, she would be completely disappointed in me.Today, I was supposed to go see her, but I told her I would come after getting out of university. Sin