Dario

"Oh, for heaven's sake, when will you wake up?" I heard an angelic voice say near my ear, and I slowly opened my eyes. For some odd reason, I felt like I had the best sleep in years and was utterly refreshed. I was ready to start my day and get to business when I felt a presence under me. "Finally! Dario fucking Romano, get the hell off me now!" I glanced at Jolene, who was glaring at me, and I tried to remember how I ended up on top of her. I slightly raised my body to ease the heavy weight off her, but I kind of liked our position.

Her brown hair was all over her face, so I removed it with a brush of my hand and stared at her. She was stunning, no denying there. Her soft pink lips and big Bambi eyes were so fucking alluring, and I wanted to do things to her so she could scream my name in ecstasy for hours.

Bambi annoys me sometimes, but I get extremely turned on whenever she argues with me. With her petite sexy figure ready to bounce on and kill me, her witty comebacks, and her angry expressions, I always get horny. Like now, her irritation turned my buddy on, and I bit my lip while shifting my hips.

Shit! That's dangerous.

I quickly snapped out of my trance, got off her, and sat while covering my lower region from her view. "Buongiorno, did you sleep well?" I asked to distract her from my predicament. I was a struggling mafia don because of this particular woman.

I was not too fond of her effects on me, yet I did not want them to stop. I was fucked up, and I fucking loved it.

You need fixing, man.

She scoffed as she removed the blanket from her body and sat on the chair near the mattress, clearly upset about something I did. I was an asshole even in my sleep. I was talented in the wrong fields in life. "I didn't sleep at all because you were breathing too loudly, and I could not go to my room since your massive body was crushing the living shit out of me. Thank you for that! I will be so grumpy and snappy today, just giving heads up." I suddenly felt terrible for her because I had forgotten about her misophonia, yet I did not regret the experience of having her under me.

She did things to me; I have never felt like this. I was so perplexed and flustered at my own feelings. I sighed, and she leaned on the chair and closed her eyes for a second.

I remembered that grandpa was still in my house, so I looked at the sofa and saw him staring at my hands resting on my pene. I coughed to grab his attention, and he smirked, knowing he had caught me in a discomfiting position.

"Buongiorno nonno, non osare commentare," I warned with pleading eyes, and he laughed. My Bambi looked at us with narrow eyes. She did not understand Italian but knew how to use a fucking translator.

"Let's go out and eat, and we can visit grandma's grave too, if you don't mind, Jolene." I wanted to call her Bambi, but grandpa was here, and I did not want to explain anything. I got up from the mattress I did not know existed until Bambi sat on it. I need to pay more attention.

She must not use her own money while she is in my care. I am a shitty host.

"I am going to take a quick shower. I will be ready in half an hour," Bambi said and walked to her room. I stared at her ass and felt hard once again.

Damn it!

"I think you need a cold shower, Dario," Grandpa whispered as he placed his arm around my shoulders and grinned.

"Fuck off," I snapped out of habit since I talked with my men like this all the time, and for a moment, I forgot what he was to me. "Mi dispiace, Nonno. I was out of line." I lowered my head, and he ruffled my hair.

"It's okay; you are flustered. I understand your physical pain, but don't fucking repeat it," he said with a smile as he grabbed my ear and twisted it. It still hurts.

"Go get your cold shower. I took a warm one yesterday night, so I am good. Just give me something comfortable to wear. I don't want to wear a suit today. Preferably something black with a hood."

I nodded and ran to my bathroom.

"Fucking Jolene Hansley. You will be the death of me."

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"Thank you for the food, son," grandpa said as he looked out the cafe's window and sighed. His memories of her occupied his mind, and I did not blame him. If Enola and I were his world, Nonna was his universe. I have always admired their love and wanted something like that in my life. I was glad when I saw Enola achieve that goal by marrying Mattia. She was incredibly happy, and I was delighted for her. They created my favorite little person, so I was not complaining.

I felt a hand brush over my knee, and I looked to my left and saw Bambi staring at my grandpa with teary eyes. "What's wrong, Bambi?" I asked in a low tone, and she sniffed.

"He looks so sad," she whispered and squeezed my knee. I hesitantly placed my hand on her lower back and rubbed it in small circles. I admired her empathy, and it made me like her more.

What were these emotions?

Did I like Jolene romantically?

It was true I hooked up with a girl or two in the past, but I did not go further than the lips. I never had a serious relationship. Some might make fun of me for being a virgin at 28, but I was waiting for the perfect one, so I did not care about their sarcastic remarks.

I was old school regarding these topics since my grandparents taught me about life and love. I was grateful to them for planting these standards in my head from a young age.

Grandpa walked to the bathroom, and Bambi instantly looked at me. Her tears were like a waterfall now. I did not even believe that she would show me her vulnerable side, but she did warn me about the side effects of the lack of sleep. However, being entirely glum was not one of them.

"That's one reason I am postponing the search for my man. I do not want to die before him and leave him like your grandpa. He looks so depressed! That's it, I do not want to get married!" she said with determination, and I was flabbergasted at her ridiculous decision.

She sounded too serious to my liking.

"What makes you think he will outlive you and spend the rest of his life without you? He might love you earnestly and end his life on the spot when you die."

I would do that if that was my situation.

She shook her head and wiped her tears with a napkin. "Not everyone has a mind like you. Your grandpa didn't take his life, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love her any less."

"He had us to care for; otherwise, he would have died with grandma. My grandparents raised the bar so high that I am struggling to reach it," I explained my perspective, and she just stared at me.

Her eyes looked like they were shining due to her tears, adding to her beauty.

She was not an ugly crier like some people I know.

"You are weird, Dario... but in a good way." Her smile stirred my friend, and I immediately shook those dirty thoughts away. "There you are. Are you okay now, Basilio?" she asked him once he stood next to our table.

"I need to see and talk to her. I feel suffocated, and I need to release these feelings. Can we go now, per favore?" Grandpa was unusually polite, probably because Bambi was here with us. The word please would not exist in his dictionary if it was not for her.

"Let's go, Nonno. I am sure she missed you too," I said, and we walked to my car.

I know he visits her grave at least once a month, but that is what love does... it ruins you beyond repair.

After arriving at the cemetery, Bambi and I sat on a bench watching Nonno speak with his late wife. "When will we have that dinner to discuss our business? I have been here for more than a month, and I think we are ready for the next bigger step. Let everyone in on it, and divide the work."

"Yeah, I was going to tell you before you did. We will have dinner with the mafia tomorrow at eight. Wear a suit since it will be an official meeting, but I guess I did not need to tell you that," I explained, and she nodded. She always wears suits, and she looks like a badass in them.

"I hope Atlas doesn't show up," she whispered, thinking I did not hear her, but I did. I felt my blood boil.

"Why did you bring that fucker up?" 

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2.04.2023

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