If Looks Could Kill

Chapter Nine

Matteo

Feels like I've been up for a month straight but in actuality it's been three days. Three long nights since I was knuckle deep in the sweetest place on earth. Since that night I've been trying to play it cool around Belaina. The desire I have for her is all too consuming and quite frankly, scares the shit out of me. Like I'd lose myself in her, my soul and dick included. She has me in some sort of trance that I can't free myself from, I haven't even fucked her and she has me out of control.

These past few days I kept my distance in hopes I could shake off this feeling but I can still taste her on my fingers. Like I dipped them into the worlds sweetest nectar, how I managed to walk away hard as a brick is beyond me. Not that it was difficult keeping my distance, Belaina has been noticeably avoiding me. She even seems more pissed than embarrassed, I dragged her to the edge without even tipping her over. Honestly I was just trying to prove a point, I have control and she doesn't. But I miss her oddly enough.

The casinos ordeal is going as well as it can, so far no more money has been taken but we haven't seen the money or drugs move since the solo mission. And we've been able to replace any low grade employees with known involvement in the ordeal. Belaina has proven again how reliable she is. I almost wanted her to not be good at her job just so I could reprimand her alone in my office.

Now I'm sitting back in my office about to sip my liquid gold and I hear a shout from outside the door.

"Matteeeeeooo, your favorite cousin is here!" Shit. Don't get me wrong I love my family, it's just been a long week. Without so much as a knock my door swings open and in walks Cassandra Brazzo. The apple to my eye and pain in my ass.

"Knocking would be considered polite you know?" I say mockingly as I stand and make my way to my cousin. She's a little fire ball with dark brown curly hair and big green eyes.

"It's not like you were busy or anything" she says with her eyebrows raised and one hand on her hip. Giving her a big squeeze and a kiss to her forehead I reply "never too busy for you kid. What's going on? Why are you barging through my house?" Of course she's always welcomed here and never needs an invitation. Since it was only me and Luca Cassie was like the little sister we never had. Her father and mine were brothers, so when her pops died she came to live with us. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her.
"You run the mafia yet you forget everything. But don't worry I won't tell Luca you forgot about his daughters party." Cassie sarcastically taps my shoulder and smiles at me. Shit shit shit. Slapping my own hand over my face in disappointment.

Little Athena turns one this weekend and I've been so wrapped up with the business and my little soldier, I'd forgot. Worlds worst god father, that's me! "It's just been a little hectic around here Cass."

"I can only imagine, especially with that Lara Croft looking chick roaming around your house. It's no wonder you're distracted!" She laughs while holding onto my shoulder, I can't help but grin stupidly.

"It's not like that Cass, she's here doing some work for me."

"But she's sleeping in the room next to yours?" Cassie replies, not believing a word I'm saying.

"A lot of my employees stay here from time to time" shrugging my shoulders as if that'll make this awkward conversation less awkward.

"True, but none of your other employees look like a cross between G.I. Jane and a Victoria secret model Mattie."

Great now all I can picture is Belaina in a red laced pantie and bra set! Is it hot in here or what?