Chapter 07 Eric

I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and went to my room to get dressed. After choosing a black shirt and jeans, I put on my shoes and left the room. I went to the dining room, where Ariele and Toni were already sitting at the table. Toni's mother hadn't come home yet, which wasn't uncommon.

I sat in the chair next to Ariele, noticing how her breathing quickened as I approached. I loved the effects my presence had on her body. She was stunning as always, even in long and lifeless dresses. The blush and redness on her face were all the color I needed to admire her. And they became even redder due to my blatant stares, looks that indicated how eager I was to make her delirious in my arms.

I began to eat while chatting with Toni. I couldn't forget my niece's presence, although I wished to give all my attention to Ariele.

"Are you okay, Toni?" I asked. Busy days allow me little time in your company.

"Yes, all great, uncle. And you?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking." I smiled warmly at my niece, the only woman who would have this part of me. Although I used diplomacy with everyone, it was different when you truly care about someone, and despite all the bad in me, Toni made sure something human still remained.

I've always cared for Toni since she was a child. After my brother died, I promised him I'd take care of her as if she were my own daughter. I wanted to make sure she was safe and happy and would do anything for her.

While we ate, Toni talked about school and the new friends she had made. Ariele maintained a smile on her lips, a smile directed at Toni. I felt jealous that my niece got more from her. But I noticed how close the two of them were. Maybe it would be even easier to keep Ariele here.

Later that night, I had to go out to take care of family business. I kissed Toni goodbye, wishing to do the same to Ariele but in different places and positions, and all that is allowed to me. But I restrained myself; I wouldn't rush things.

Promising to be back soon, I left the two of them in the living room. I didn't like leaving them alone, but it was necessary.

As I drove through the city, I thought about my brother and my promise to him. I would do anything to protect Toni, even if it meant facing death. My loyalty to my family and loved ones was unshakable.

My position requires me to be one step ahead of my enemies, and I excel at it. The safety of my sister-in-law, Cassandra, is not a secondary concern, even though she's a promiscuous woman. Demitri loved her, and on his deathbed, I promised loyalty and protection.

I promised my brother I would take care of her and protect her at all costs. Even though I have no interest in her, I'm a man of my word. And that's why I need to know every step she takes.

I called my head of security, Thomas, for a comprehensive report on Cassandra's night so far. Thomas entered my office, a serious look on his face.

"So, Thomas, tell me everything Cassandra has done tonight so far. I want every detail," I said without beating around the bush.

I was in the office of one of the nightclubs; today was the day for some deals with the militias. The place was perfect.

Thomas nodded and began speaking.

"Mrs. Greco left home at 8:30 PM and went to the bar 'Oasis.' There she met a group of friends and stayed there until 11:30 PM. After that, she went to a nightclub called 'Electric,' where she stayed until 2 AM. Afterward, she took one of the cars to her apartment." It was no secret that she went to her old house, got drunk, and cried. I couldn't help her; I knew she loved my brother, but he's no longer with us, and we have Toni, who has to deal with all of it at such a young age.

I listened to every word attentively. I needed to make sure she was safe at every moment.

"And was she accompanied by anyone at any point?" I asked, curious.

"No, sir. She was alone throughout the night."

I nodded, relieved. At least she wasn't in imminent danger.

"Very well, Thomas. Keep an eye on her and update me regularly. I don't want anything to happen to her."

He left my sight, and I enjoyed the night until the arrival of the corrupt individuals. The negotiation was easy; it was either that or a grave. There was always someone who would accept my dirty money, so it was up to them to make the right choice.

After another night of negotiation, no whore caught my eye. I sought in them only what the little nun had: innocence and purity. It was stronger than me, this desire to ravage her.

As I entered the hallway of the house, there she was—Ariele, the nun who had become an obsession for me. Her blue eyes shone like crystal-clear water in a mountain stream, and I couldn't help but get lost in them. Her plump, small mouth was a temptation I could hardly resist, and I desired everything about her. All I wanted was to consume her, to taste her, and to make her mine.

I knew it was wrong; she was a nun, and I was a mobster. But something in her gaze called to me, tempted me to forget all the rules I knew and surrender to the desire I felt for her. Following rules had never been my strong suit. I wanted to feel her touch, savor her taste, and hear her moans echoing in my ears.

Every time I saw her, my heart beat stronger, my desire grew, and I became crazier for her. I knew Ariele was a dangerous temptation, but I couldn't resist. I wanted everything from her, and I'd do anything to have her. After all, I'm a mobster, and I'm not used to not getting what I want.