Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Nico
I rake my hands through my hair as I head back up to my bedroom suite, that woman is intolerable, she has to fight and argue about everything. Damnit, why am I chasing this to be King when I could have any other woman I want? I know why because it is a passion, a desire it fills my needs it fills my senses and so what if I am power hungry. There can only be one King here in New York and it will be me. Then I will work on branching out further afield to my great grandparent’s hail from. Sicily. I will knock the Cartel sideways when I start to bring my name over there.
I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of my youngest brother laying on my sofa in the main lounge area. “What the fuck are you doing with your feet on my furniture? Get up you lazy piece of shit. And when did you last shower you look like shit?” Dario dressed in black dress pants, his black shirt open to the waist displaying his fine chest ink, one hand slung over his face, the other hanging down with a whiskey glass in it, does not move nor respond. Tony shoots me a look.
“Fuck’s sake, Dario you are still drinking, it’s eight a.m. I am disappointed in you.” I march towards him in my gym kit and throw his feet off my cream Damask sofa.
“What’s your problem, Nico? Always the big ass bad brother, always the boss, always calling the damn shots. Leave me alone. I’m here, aren’t I?
“We have been looking everywhere for you. We were worried, you’re not to be trusted, when did you take your last hit?”
“None of your damn business.” He manages to pull himself into a seated position and takes a drink from the glass, looks at it then downs it.
“He came in about twenty minutes ago. I couldn’t find you in the gym or your rooms.” Tony tells me, one leg crossed over the other.
I nod. “Fine, get him in the shower, we need to talk I want to get to the bottom of the casino robbery. So far it looks like you, Dario are the one who stole from me and I want the name of the man who was with you. We will deal with him later.”
“Oh, fuck off, Nico. I didn’t steal any of your precious fucking money.” He spits out at me. I could punch him in the face right now, instead I fist my hands by my side. Hitting my brother is not something I do anymore, I hit him once so hard I broke his nose. It was ten years ago, I was younger in my twenties, he was off his head on all sorts of drugs, he was lippy, I was young, angry and unable to contain my temper when he pushed my buttons too far. I’ve never struck him since. It made me feel sick inside, that I would retaliate on my own brother, a man who clearly needed help, who unfortunately still needs help. We try but he checks himself out, he persuades people to let him go, he offers them money, diamonds, literally anything to be set free. They don’t care about him enough, as far as they are concerned, he’s just another junkie with money to spare, his life isn’t their concern. But it is mine, I love my brother even though he makes me mad nearly all the time.
Yet, when he isn’t high on drugs, he is sweet, adorable, caring, loving and the best kid brother you could wish for. Those moments are few and far between.
“I hear you have that Gianluca slut-whore in the house.” He sneers, his otherwise beautiful face with his chiseled cheek bones, full lips, dark eyelashes that frame startling blue eyes much like mine, well now his face just looks contorted and angry. Somewhat like my blood now boiling inside my body. Nobody calls Lucky a slut-whore, except me. He has no right to bad mouth my future wife, the woman that is currently my fiancée, arranged or not.
“You will never speak of her like that again, do you hear me?” He glares at me like he couldn’t give a shit what I say.
“He has a point, Nico.” The words come from Tony’s voice, both of them deserve to be hit in the jaw, but I refrain. I have learnt self-control. “She’s a Gianluca, you are wrong to bring her into the Santangelo family. Nobody respects nor likes her, she is bad luck for this family. Having her as your wife won’t make a blind bit of difference to your goals. You can be King of New York without that bitch in our family.” He reaches for his glass of water from the black marble table that sits between the two cream sofas and takes a drink.
“And don’t you ever talk about my future wife like that. I don’t give a flying fuck what either of you think, Lucky Gianluca will be my wife, she will be my Queen and right now you are both going to treat her with respect and be civil to her.”
“Right.” Sneers Dario. “Like you do, you’re a joke Nico. One should marry for love, passion and intelligence not for an alliance. We could do it some other way and fuck the Gianluca’s we don’t need their alliance. We could kill every last fucking one of them, that whore of yours included and then you will have everything you want.”
My blood is beyond boiling point. And why do I even care right now what words they use, what they think about her? They are right, Lucky is a Gianluca, they are scum, but they hold the other half of the city I want to conquer. The city that by rights should be mine. My phone vibrates in my hand, it’s a message from my detail.
Fuck, this morning is off to a bad start. I clench my fist and my jaw. “Problem?” Tony asks. I shake my head.
“Nothing, I will deal with it. Get this fuck-up of our brother cleaned up, showered and sober. I want to speak with him later. I have the store opening in a few hours and have to get ready.”
“Sure, no problem, Nico.” Tony gets up and goes over to Dario who is leaning back against the sofa his eyes beginning to close. He treats Dario with kid gloves as he gently pulls him to his feet and laces an arm around his waist and throws Dario’s arm around his shoulders. Fuck’s sake. Why can’t he just be like a normal kid? It worries me so much that it gnaws in my gut. I’d give my left arm if it meant Dario could be better, if I could help him. I feel useless not being able to do anything about his situation and the pain he must go through everyday being like this.
He gives me a thumbs up as I make my way up to the bedroom suite where I strip off my clothes and head into the warm shower, leaning my head against the wall allowing the water to trickle down my spine, down my buttocks and hit the tiles behind me. I have to get a grip on this situation with Dario, I have to get a grip on that wayward fucking fiancée of mine, and I have to find out who was at the bottom of the casino theft. Too much to handle and all in one morning.
There’s only one thing to relieve stress, I take my raging cock in my hand and begin to pump as I think about Lucky’s luscious lips wrapped around it, her hands gripping my balls tightly, so I am in pain, sucking and licking me, begging and groaning for me to spill my hot cum in her mouth. The release is almost instant, fuck, my legs want to buckle, as tremors run up my body. I’ve not come like that since, when? This is a first, this intensity this lightning speed at which my balls unloaded, thinking about Lucky fucking Gianluca.