Ermanno's POV

I just got off the phone with Luigi, my consigliere. My actions at the last famiglia meeting had mild consequences. It didn't matter to me, as long as they landed Luca in the hospital.

He was going to come back more resentful and spiteful than ever, but there was never a time when Luca wasn't hateful, from right when we were growing up as kids.

I loosened my tie and walked to the mini wine bar in my room. Ivanov's engagement party was in three hours and I had to be present.

I poured the colorless liquid into my flute and took a gulp. I liked its burn, I always have.

It had been raining for over an hour and it better stop before the party. I was never a fan of the rain. Bad things happened when it rained, people died in the rain. And when it's finally my turn, I know I will too.

I walked to the window, my glass flute still in my hand only to notice Mercedes in the rain. Drenched, her summer gown transparent and staring up at the sky.

Gesú Fottuto Cristo, this child.

I wanted to walk away, to leave her to her stupidity and misery but I found myself staring.

Cazzo

She wasn't moving, just gazing up at the sky as her short gown clung to her body. It was so transparent I could see her underwear. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration as my eyes couldn't leave her.

She was beautiful, yes but petty as well. She was also very pitiful. It was unfortunate that Hugo was her father.

I didn't particularly like seeing her cry yet her tears shed was necessary for my revenge and the wounded ego of the Sandrino name.

Her father was like an uncle to me, that was what made it hurt more. Betrayal from the closest people to you.

Everyone I ever called family had betrayed me; My mother, Luca, Diavolo, Hugo and my father. I could trust no one. All I had to live for now was my name.

I took another sip of the gin as my eyes were fixed on her, her wet hair hung on to her back and her dress outlined her perfectly.

The memory of us in the kitchen resurfaced into my mind and I could feel my cock twitch inside my pants.

Cazzo.

Although the lights were dimly lit in the kitchen, I could still make out her naked body and the bouncing of her breasts and her warm lips wrapped around my cock aroused me even more.

Cazzo!

I dropped my glass on the table and tried not to look down at my already hard dick. The memory of her alone did that.

I groaned in frustration as I made my way to my bathroom to turn on the shower. While it was running, I undressed out of my shirt and suit trousers.

***

Tucking my gun into place, my dressing was finally complete.

Gianna
'Boss, something came up. I can't make it to Bella's engagement.'

I stared at Gia's message before heaving a sigh.

You
'what happened?'

Gianna
'Something Minor. Bruno messed up the shipping on the east wing. I'll take care of it.'

You
'Minor? I don't play around with my money. Sort it out and take care of Bruno'

I didn't wait for her respond before turning off my phone.

Couldn't my men do anything right without my supervision?

Their incompetence was irritable.

Jovani was waiting for me downstairs, a cigar in his mouth and a magazine in his hand.

“Graciano,” I groaned, descending the staircase. “How many times will I tell you, no smoking in La dimora.”

“Boss.” he stood up from his chair and quickly disposed the cigar. “Apologies. The cars are ready.”

I nodded my head, wearing properly my seven rings on my fingers. “And Mercedes?”

“Boss, she-”

“I'm here.” my gaze turned to her as she walked down the staircase. She was in a silk evening gown which stopped mid thigh. The low v line collar gave out most of her cleavage and the spaghetti straps held on to her shoulders.

She was beautiful.

Her hair was curled and let down, and she had no jewelry on except an earring.

Her steps down the stairs looked calculated and I could tell she was struggling to walk in the six inch sandaled heels.

“Remember the rules I gave you the night of the auction?” I muttered once she was close enough to hear me. “I want you to follow them tonight.”

She was silent, her head up and her eyes straight.

“Molina will ride with me.” I told Jovani who did nothing but glance in Mercedes direction before nodding.

In the car with the tinted windows wound up, her lavender scent filled up the back seat.

The fact that her skin was exposed didn't bother me much, it would only bother me when I caught any motherfucker looking at what belonged to me. I'll be forced to plunge their eyes out

She was calm and collected and mostly just stared down at her lap during the drive. Breaking the silence was going to be exhausting.

Finally, the car stopped at one of my many warehouses. I made sure it was deserted, just for tonight.

“Wait in the car.” I instructed Mercedes and stared at the driver at the front seat through the rare view mirror before stepping out.

I left three of my men to watch Mercedes and the cars while Jovani and two others went in with me.

The dimly lit warehouse reeked of sweat, it almost made me vomit.

I smirked upon seeing the man tied to the wooden chair at the center of the warehouse, a dirty sack bag over his face.

“Where is my money?” my heels clicked on the floor as I approached him, one of my men locking the door.

“Please Boss, I'm sorry. I'll get it to you in twenty four hours. I promise.” he pleaded but I wasn't buying that bullshit.

“Where is my money, Soprano?”

“Boss please, I used it for my Son's surgery. I'll pay you back every last cent.” 

I chuckled, signaling Jovani to pass me the black gaslighter in his hand.

“You've been visiting the bordello
more often these days. While your dying son is still on the hospital bed.” I lit up the gaslighter, a small smirk on my lips before I turned it off. “Why did you lie to me Soprano? Why have you insulted me?”

Soprano was quiet for some seconds before he broke down into tears. “Please, please boss. I'll pay you back your money. My wife is pregnant-’’

“Shh,” I hushed him, “Your debts have been forgiven. Those are are your son's responsibilities now.”

Instantly, Soprano stopped sobbing. “Thank you boss-”

“Receive Redemption.” I granted him as I lit up the gaslighter once more and spread the fire on the sack cloth over his face.

The sack cloth caught fire quickly and soon enough, his whole face was on fire. His screams and pleas were music to my ears. No body steals from me and goes free. As for his debt, his son's would take care of their deceased father's burden.

“Clean this mess up.” I instructed one of my men as I had one final look at Soprano who's upper half was still on fire.

I glanced at my watch before stepping out of the warehouse. I had a party to attend.

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