Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Nico
I check the time again; Lucky has not arrived. I made it explicitly clear she was to accompany me for this opening, I am enraged and on top of this my youngest brother is drunk and high on my sofa back home. It is an outrage, what the fuck is going on with my life right now? Do they not know who they are dealing with? “Call her again, I want her here in ten minutes, she has thirty minutes at the most.” I tell my assistant, Vinnie short for Veronica.
“With due respect I have called her already twice, Nico and left her several voice messages.”
“Well then fucking send someone to get her, I want her here. Do you hear me?” I bellow down the phone, my protection does not make any gesture that they can sense my distress nor pay attention to my outburst, they have heard worse, but this Lucky Gianluca is trying my patience and ordinarily I can be a very patient man but with her, she sends me over the edge. First hand fucking myself this morning thinking about her, never happened to me before, I go out and I get laid just like any normal guy and now this. She incenses me.
In precisely half an hour the store opens officially, I take in the smoked glass frontage from floor to ceiling with grand doors boasting gold and I mean real gold door furniture, to the real gold lettering, Nico’s for Fine Men’s Wear. It has taken me many years to legitimize some of the family’s business and this is my fifth store. First Milan, second one in Girona, third one in Madrid, fourth one in Santa Monica and now here finally in New York.
We specialize in bespoke clothes for men with a focus on smart casual. Anything, however, can be made to order. If they see something they like but want my brand on it, then we will custom make it. My advisors say I need to branch out to women’s wear and kid’s wear. I am still thinking about it, men are much easier to please than women, perhaps Lucky can look into it and handle that side of the business. The woman will need something to do, she will not be working for the Gianluca family once she is my Queen. No fucking way, over my dead body. We will not have her working or doing anything for the rival family even if we have the alliance. She will belong to me and me alone. Of course, I won’t really kill her father but whilst it hangs over her head and her father’s I can get what I want. Yeah, I know I’m a cunt but that’s the way it is. I didn’t get to be Don by being nice and sympathetic. You can either hate me or love me, it’s your choice. It means nothing to me either way and whether she hates me for eternity, I don’t give a shit either.
A few people, mainly close family except Dario begin to arrive in limousines, photographers begin to take pictures, flashing goes off. I smile and puff my chest out, this is really happening my first store in all of New York, and it is magnificent I have a whole building, six floors of men’s finest, from leather gloves, to high end suits costing a few hundred thousand.
My mother comes to my side, “gorgeous, Nico simply gorgeous. We are proud of you.” The photographers go nuts to snap pictures of my beautiful mother by my side, my father is busy talking with Tony before they both make their way over. He shakes my hand, a big fat cigar hanging from between his lips. “Giovanni, how many times must I tell you not to smoke those things, you have been warned already by your specialist.”
“Mamma, you worry too much. Hush,” my father tells my mother his Queen. Mom’s lips go into a thin line, she knows when to pick her battles and her wars. No doubt this one will continue when she gets home. Tony claps me on the back, we stand as a family except without Dario who by now is in a heroine haze on my sofa. I’ve already told my assistant to get him cleaned up and in the next car to the rehab center. He better not still be on my sofa when I get home later this evening and if he turns up here, he will be kicked out by my protection. They have strict instructions not to let Dario on the premises.
We allow a few minutes for the photographers to get their shots. My father looks smart in his tuxedo with a red cumber band and matching bow tie, he cuts a handsome figure. My mother wears an elegant cream skirt and blazer with a red silk blouse to match my father’s accessories. Her hair is up in a chignon. Mother laps up the attention, I move them forward inside the large area frontage of our store. It’s all chocolate marble with a white vein running through it spreading like marbled chocolate across the floor, matching pillars and the staircase to the next floor. To the right are the gold and wood elevators, but it is the Gone With The Wind staircase that catches the eye the most. We allow the photographers to come in. Still no sign of Lucky inside I am seething, when I get hold of her, I will be sure to punish her for disrespecting me and ignoring my request that she be here.
“Where is your fiancée?” the reporter asks me, he wears a smart charcoal suit, slim build, grey eyes.
“She has been delayed with a family matter.” I lie, God I am fucking going to kill her when I get hold of her. He nods and moves on to my mother and father.
I snap my fingers and a waitress comes running over, she is blonde and slender, her black skirt hugs her hips, on another day I’d consider taking her to bed, tying her up and showing her what a stallion is like as opposed to any other lover she has had. “Sir?”
“Make sure everyone has champagne before we cut the ribbon and make a toast to the store.”
“Yes, of course, Sir,” she heads off in the direction of the table to the left that is decked out with a white cloth holding crystal champagne glasses and two waiters standing behind it. Music floats through the air, a string quartet has been hired for the occasion. If I wasn’t so pissed about Lucky, I’d actually find it soothing. From the corner of my eye, I see a commotion, fuck’s sake, Dario has turned up. He is stumbling out of the limo; my guy goes to give him a hand. I see my mother turn then look back me, concern in her eyes.
“How did he get here?” I hiss at my assistant on the phone once I have removed myself from prying eyes. The guests are slowly trickling in thankfully they are more concerned about being papped than my stumbling idiot of a brother.
“Let me handle it,” Tony says. He is a life saver. “Go greet your guests, I’ll deal with him.”
“Get him the fuck out of here, have the driver take him straight to the rehab place and make sure one of our guys goes with him.”
“I’ll go in the limo with him, do not worry, Nico I’ve got a handle on this. I will be back for the reception tonight. And we still need to pay Dario’s so-called friend a visit and find out where our money is.”
“I haven’t forgotten. We’ll go when we finish up here later this evening. It will end by ten in any case.” He nods at me and makes his way to my brother, whose arm he grabs and spins him around with the help of one of my protection. Mom gives out a sigh of relief, my father is angered I can tell by the red color on his cheeks. Dario needs help, we need to find out what is the root cause of his pain that he takes drugs and wants it seems to end his life way too early. He’s only twenty-nine, it’s a waste of a life. More than anything I want to help my brother.
My phone rings, it’s my assistant again. “We found her. She’s having coffee with her friend, Mia. They look like they’re about to pay and head off somewhere.”
“Have her intercepted, I want her here make sure she is taken to the house and fitted in her garment for the opening.”
“Sir, which outfit would that be.”
“For God’s sake, do I have to tell you everything?” I feel shit screaming at my assistant it’s not her fault that Lucky Gianluca is displaying errant behavior. I count to five and calm myself down. The other end of the phone is silent.
“Green crushed velvet. It is hanging up outside the closet in her suite of rooms at the house.”
“Very well, Sir we will do our best.”
“I don’t fucking care if you have to tie her up, gag her and take her to the house like that, I want her here you have thirty minutes, or I will personally see to it myself.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I hang up and go towards the main area where my guests are mingling, all with champagne glasses. I give the waitress a nod, she lets the quartet know to stop playing that I can make my announcement of the opening of our flagship store here in New York. The champagne is flowing the guests clap, my parents look on with pride and my chest bursts. As soon as they have settled in, I will leave them to it and go and get Lucky myself.
Twenty minutes later I am in the limo heading to personally get her. My assistant informs me that Lucky is on a fucking shopping trip. Blood boils inside my body, the pressure is in my ears.
I can pinpoint her via the app on her phone, to Chanel very typical as I approach the store, I see her laughing with her best friend Mia like she has no cares in the world. Slowly I approach her, she turns feeling a presence behind her. “What the hell are you doing here?” Venom drips from her mouth.
“More to the question, Gianluca what are you doing here? You are coming with me right this second.”
“Am I hell.” She is defiant with her hands on her hips.
“Is there a problem, Sir, Madam?” An elegant looking assistant asks us, I am pretty sure they do not want a show down in their store, much less have Nico Santangelo in their plush establishment even if I could buy it six times over.
“No, no problem. Go about your business.” I tell her gruffly. I grab hold of Lucky’s arm and begin to pull her towards me, she tries to break free.
“This is the second time you have man-handled me, Nico. Take your fucking grubby paws off me or I will scream.” I raise my eyebrows as if to challenge her to do so.
“Go ahead, Princess make a spectacle of yourself. Everyone knows we are engaged.” Her face goes red with anger, her fiery eyes narrow to slits.
“Go with him, Lucky, we can shop another day,” her best friend Mia tells her.
“I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. Anywhere. With. Him.” I swear if she could get away with spitting in the Chanel store she would. I grip tighter.
“You are hurting me, Santangelo.”
“Good, now fucking get your ass in gear, we’re going.” I give my detail a nod, he comes in all burly, broad shouldered, six foot four of him and towers above Lucky. He grabs her by the other arm and starts to move her towards the exit.
He doesn’t muck about and gets her inside my limo. “You are a beast, Nico and I hate you with a passion. How dare you inter…..”
I throw myself at her, covering her mouth with my own. She tastes of coffee and chocolate cake; I open her unwilling mouth with my tongue to shut her the fuck up. She is rigid and unwelcoming, I move my tongue enjoying the taste of her the sweet with the strong coffee flavor, who knew those two things could taste so damn good. My cock begins to stir in my pants, clearly forgetting the memo, the one that says Lucky Gianluca is a mere pawn in my game and not for fucking and having sex with. I hear her moan as she allows my tongue in moving hers against mine, they tangle together, her hand comes up to my face, her touch soft, warm.
Then she slaps me. Hard.
I check the time again; Lucky has not arrived. I made it explicitly clear she was to accompany me for this opening, I am enraged and on top of this my youngest brother is drunk and high on my sofa back home. It is an outrage, what the fuck is going on with my life right now? Do they not know who they are dealing with? “Call her again, I want her here in ten minutes, she has thirty minutes at the most.” I tell my assistant, Vinnie short for Veronica.
“With due respect I have called her already twice, Nico and left her several voice messages.”
“Well then fucking send someone to get her, I want her here. Do you hear me?” I bellow down the phone, my protection does not make any gesture that they can sense my distress nor pay attention to my outburst, they have heard worse, but this Lucky Gianluca is trying my patience and ordinarily I can be a very patient man but with her, she sends me over the edge. First hand fucking myself this morning thinking about her, never happened to me before, I go out and I get laid just like any normal guy and now this. She incenses me.
In precisely half an hour the store opens officially, I take in the smoked glass frontage from floor to ceiling with grand doors boasting gold and I mean real gold door furniture, to the real gold lettering, Nico’s for Fine Men’s Wear. It has taken me many years to legitimize some of the family’s business and this is my fifth store. First Milan, second one in Girona, third one in Madrid, fourth one in Santa Monica and now here finally in New York.
We specialize in bespoke clothes for men with a focus on smart casual. Anything, however, can be made to order. If they see something they like but want my brand on it, then we will custom make it. My advisors say I need to branch out to women’s wear and kid’s wear. I am still thinking about it, men are much easier to please than women, perhaps Lucky can look into it and handle that side of the business. The woman will need something to do, she will not be working for the Gianluca family once she is my Queen. No fucking way, over my dead body. We will not have her working or doing anything for the rival family even if we have the alliance. She will belong to me and me alone. Of course, I won’t really kill her father but whilst it hangs over her head and her father’s I can get what I want. Yeah, I know I’m a cunt but that’s the way it is. I didn’t get to be Don by being nice and sympathetic. You can either hate me or love me, it’s your choice. It means nothing to me either way and whether she hates me for eternity, I don’t give a shit either.
A few people, mainly close family except Dario begin to arrive in limousines, photographers begin to take pictures, flashing goes off. I smile and puff my chest out, this is really happening my first store in all of New York, and it is magnificent I have a whole building, six floors of men’s finest, from leather gloves, to high end suits costing a few hundred thousand.
My mother comes to my side, “gorgeous, Nico simply gorgeous. We are proud of you.” The photographers go nuts to snap pictures of my beautiful mother by my side, my father is busy talking with Tony before they both make their way over. He shakes my hand, a big fat cigar hanging from between his lips. “Giovanni, how many times must I tell you not to smoke those things, you have been warned already by your specialist.”
“Mamma, you worry too much. Hush,” my father tells my mother his Queen. Mom’s lips go into a thin line, she knows when to pick her battles and her wars. No doubt this one will continue when she gets home. Tony claps me on the back, we stand as a family except without Dario who by now is in a heroine haze on my sofa. I’ve already told my assistant to get him cleaned up and in the next car to the rehab center. He better not still be on my sofa when I get home later this evening and if he turns up here, he will be kicked out by my protection. They have strict instructions not to let Dario on the premises.
We allow a few minutes for the photographers to get their shots. My father looks smart in his tuxedo with a red cumber band and matching bow tie, he cuts a handsome figure. My mother wears an elegant cream skirt and blazer with a red silk blouse to match my father’s accessories. Her hair is up in a chignon. Mother laps up the attention, I move them forward inside the large area frontage of our store. It’s all chocolate marble with a white vein running through it spreading like marbled chocolate across the floor, matching pillars and the staircase to the next floor. To the right are the gold and wood elevators, but it is the Gone With The Wind staircase that catches the eye the most. We allow the photographers to come in. Still no sign of Lucky inside I am seething, when I get hold of her, I will be sure to punish her for disrespecting me and ignoring my request that she be here.
“Where is your fiancée?” the reporter asks me, he wears a smart charcoal suit, slim build, grey eyes.
“She has been delayed with a family matter.” I lie, God I am fucking going to kill her when I get hold of her. He nods and moves on to my mother and father.
I snap my fingers and a waitress comes running over, she is blonde and slender, her black skirt hugs her hips, on another day I’d consider taking her to bed, tying her up and showing her what a stallion is like as opposed to any other lover she has had. “Sir?”
“Make sure everyone has champagne before we cut the ribbon and make a toast to the store.”
“Yes, of course, Sir,” she heads off in the direction of the table to the left that is decked out with a white cloth holding crystal champagne glasses and two waiters standing behind it. Music floats through the air, a string quartet has been hired for the occasion. If I wasn’t so pissed about Lucky, I’d actually find it soothing. From the corner of my eye, I see a commotion, fuck’s sake, Dario has turned up. He is stumbling out of the limo; my guy goes to give him a hand. I see my mother turn then look back me, concern in her eyes.
“How did he get here?” I hiss at my assistant on the phone once I have removed myself from prying eyes. The guests are slowly trickling in thankfully they are more concerned about being papped than my stumbling idiot of a brother.
“Let me handle it,” Tony says. He is a life saver. “Go greet your guests, I’ll deal with him.”
“Get him the fuck out of here, have the driver take him straight to the rehab place and make sure one of our guys goes with him.”
“I’ll go in the limo with him, do not worry, Nico I’ve got a handle on this. I will be back for the reception tonight. And we still need to pay Dario’s so-called friend a visit and find out where our money is.”
“I haven’t forgotten. We’ll go when we finish up here later this evening. It will end by ten in any case.” He nods at me and makes his way to my brother, whose arm he grabs and spins him around with the help of one of my protection. Mom gives out a sigh of relief, my father is angered I can tell by the red color on his cheeks. Dario needs help, we need to find out what is the root cause of his pain that he takes drugs and wants it seems to end his life way too early. He’s only twenty-nine, it’s a waste of a life. More than anything I want to help my brother.
My phone rings, it’s my assistant again. “We found her. She’s having coffee with her friend, Mia. They look like they’re about to pay and head off somewhere.”
“Have her intercepted, I want her here make sure she is taken to the house and fitted in her garment for the opening.”
“Sir, which outfit would that be.”
“For God’s sake, do I have to tell you everything?” I feel shit screaming at my assistant it’s not her fault that Lucky Gianluca is displaying errant behavior. I count to five and calm myself down. The other end of the phone is silent.
“Green crushed velvet. It is hanging up outside the closet in her suite of rooms at the house.”
“Very well, Sir we will do our best.”
“I don’t fucking care if you have to tie her up, gag her and take her to the house like that, I want her here you have thirty minutes, or I will personally see to it myself.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I hang up and go towards the main area where my guests are mingling, all with champagne glasses. I give the waitress a nod, she lets the quartet know to stop playing that I can make my announcement of the opening of our flagship store here in New York. The champagne is flowing the guests clap, my parents look on with pride and my chest bursts. As soon as they have settled in, I will leave them to it and go and get Lucky myself.
Twenty minutes later I am in the limo heading to personally get her. My assistant informs me that Lucky is on a fucking shopping trip. Blood boils inside my body, the pressure is in my ears.
I can pinpoint her via the app on her phone, to Chanel very typical as I approach the store, I see her laughing with her best friend Mia like she has no cares in the world. Slowly I approach her, she turns feeling a presence behind her. “What the hell are you doing here?” Venom drips from her mouth.
“More to the question, Gianluca what are you doing here? You are coming with me right this second.”
“Am I hell.” She is defiant with her hands on her hips.
“Is there a problem, Sir, Madam?” An elegant looking assistant asks us, I am pretty sure they do not want a show down in their store, much less have Nico Santangelo in their plush establishment even if I could buy it six times over.
“No, no problem. Go about your business.” I tell her gruffly. I grab hold of Lucky’s arm and begin to pull her towards me, she tries to break free.
“This is the second time you have man-handled me, Nico. Take your fucking grubby paws off me or I will scream.” I raise my eyebrows as if to challenge her to do so.
“Go ahead, Princess make a spectacle of yourself. Everyone knows we are engaged.” Her face goes red with anger, her fiery eyes narrow to slits.
“Go with him, Lucky, we can shop another day,” her best friend Mia tells her.
“I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. Anywhere. With. Him.” I swear if she could get away with spitting in the Chanel store she would. I grip tighter.
“You are hurting me, Santangelo.”
“Good, now fucking get your ass in gear, we’re going.” I give my detail a nod, he comes in all burly, broad shouldered, six foot four of him and towers above Lucky. He grabs her by the other arm and starts to move her towards the exit.
He doesn’t muck about and gets her inside my limo. “You are a beast, Nico and I hate you with a passion. How dare you inter…..”
I throw myself at her, covering her mouth with my own. She tastes of coffee and chocolate cake; I open her unwilling mouth with my tongue to shut her the fuck up. She is rigid and unwelcoming, I move my tongue enjoying the taste of her the sweet with the strong coffee flavor, who knew those two things could taste so damn good. My cock begins to stir in my pants, clearly forgetting the memo, the one that says Lucky Gianluca is a mere pawn in my game and not for fucking and having sex with. I hear her moan as she allows my tongue in moving hers against mine, they tangle together, her hand comes up to my face, her touch soft, warm.
Then she slaps me. Hard.
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