The mistake

One year ago, Italy

My heart was pounding so hard, and I could feel how my body reacted just from a look over the bar. I just landed in Italy, so I left my stuff in the hotel room and came into this little bar in the middle of the town. Drunk women with short dresses that could barely cover their bodies, and men with that sexy smirks that could turn everyone on in a second. I was cold-hearted, but I could feel my wet panties, my thighs always moving, increasing the fraction between my legs. I drank the last drop of my third drink and went right to the center of the dance ring.

The smell of sex, alcohol, sweat from people's bodies, all made me let myself again take the supreme drug. The lust I saw in their eyes consumed me, my orgasm was on fire when hot hands with rings and tattoos were now on my waist. I could feel he was turned on, by his cock against my ass. He put his head on my bare neck, his tongue licking me, and his teeth biting me so hard that my moan couldn't resist against my lips. My pussy was throbbing so hard so I pulled up my dress, showing him what I wanted so much.

" Mi Amore, you are a naughty girl, don't you? You want me to fuck you right here, in front of these men who fuck eye you from the second you came in the club?" his voice making me tremble, my legs now were shaking so he held me tighter.

"Yes, please!" I moaned in pleasure when I felt his fingers playing with my clit so fucking hard. Then they were inside me, deep. He smashed our lips together, bitting them with his teeth, making me open my mouth for him. Our tongues were playing a dangerous game, that would finish with us in bed.

" Fuck. You taste so good Bellissima. Fuck that mouth of yours. Tell me it's mine."

" It's only yours. Yours."

" Let's get out of here," he told me after he sucked his fingers with my juices on them. "You are so sweet. I could eat you all day long."

We go to his car, still suffering from the moment he could fuck me right there, instead of walking me to his fucking car. I was tensed now because all I wanted was I quick fuck, not a one-night stand, and waking up in another's bed.

Fuck this!

I looked at him again, his face was dark but I could see his blue eyes and dark brown hair. He seemed so familiar, but my mind was now high from all the alcohol I drank tonight. His tattoos were all over his body, but one of them caught my eyes. It was a skull with swords around it. Then a flashback punches me in my stupid fucking face. I knew they wanted me, to kill me slowly, but not even in thousand years I couldn't imagine that the person next to me was the Italian Mafia Leader.

The gun was at his back so nobody saw it. Just a master knows that that incredible suit can cover our weapons so fucking well. I acted like I didn't recognize him, Luciano de Rossi. My enemy since I was born. I wanted him to be at my feet with a bullet between his eyes, but it wasn't the right time for this.

"It's something wrong, mi amore? Do you want to cum around my dick in my car? I can tell you can't wait so much until we reach the hotel." he whispered in my ear, my control now was lost.

"Yes. I can't wait any longer..." I say while my hand grabs the gun under my dress. He puts his hand around my waist, leaning me into him for a kiss. His perfume was now all over me, and it took only seconds when a bullet was now in his stomach. Just in the right place for me if I wanted to keep him alive.

"You piece of shit. You thought that if I was drunk I couldn't recognize you. You fucking bastard." I punch him so hard that his nose is now bleeding all over his face.

" It's not what you think, Bellissima." But then he went unconscious, his body meeting the ground.

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" Who the fuck does he do here? I told you to keep him in the basement, not in my fucking gym. What the hell is wrong with you?" I yell while I saw my enemy still dreaming with his eyes fold with a red piece of dress. All my guards were alert after I called them to came after me and move Luciano far away from my family's eyes.

They've never understood how important was the mafia for me. I was raised to be the next leader of the Russian Mafia. I don't give a fuck about them. All I do is send my parents some money every month to keep them alive. My uncle is the only family I ever had. He was training me since I was a kid and I always thank him for the person I became.

Now, I look at Luciano cursing myself for being so blind. I had to know for the first time, that that fucking club was his. I needed to do some research before I came there, but as always these little things don't come to my mind.

"Wake up before I punch you again!" I say in Luciano, hoping he will do what I said because I wasn't exactly in the mood for this. I lit my cigarette and try to calm down because I just wanted to end this.

"You really think I will answer your questions, Chytia." My name was like a moan after orgasm on his lips. My body was slowly betrayed my mind and plans.

" Take care of him. I don't want my hands dirty today. " I said as the smoke was now around me. We will see soon, Luciano!

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Hey guys! This is the first chapter and I really hope u like it. First, this was just a stupid idea, but now you can see that it became a true story.

Hope you like this. Love u so much!