Ruthless Mafia Daddy: Chapter 23
I hold my breath as I click on the folder named Lila and find four new camera feeds.
“Quick work,” I mutter, impressed by my security guy’s swiftness.
I asked him last night if he would be able to install a few cameras in Lila’s apartment so I could keep an eye on her at all times. I was expecting the job to take at least forty-eight hours, but there she is, lying in her bed, eating a bowl of ramen.
I click through all four cameras, getting the full layout of her small apartment. If you can even call it that. It’s more of a large room with a bathroom.
I maximize the feed that shows her bed and lean back in my chair, taking a sip of my scotch.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt, her toned legs stretched out in front of her, and her hair loose around her shoulders. She’s watching something on her laptop, a smile tugging at her lips as she eats.
Part of me aches to be beside her, enjoying her company. Laughing at a show together as we eat in bed.
I haven’t had that in so long, and didn’t realize it was something I was missing.
Until Lila.
I quickly shut off the camera, not letting the thought develop. I have more important things to think about, like what the hell I’m going to do with my sister.
Knowing I have access to Lila at the touch of a button has me on edge, but I choose to reward myself with a glimpse of her after I’ve worked for a few hours.
I’m trying to put through the paperwork to change the name of Mason’s International. It’s my fucking company, it should have my name on the door. But it’s not an easy task. It requires changing everything from our logo, domain names and email addresses, down to our stationery. The board will want to hold off, considering it’s such an expense, but I’m willing to put the money down for it.
I have a call with Kyle, my private investigator. I need him to look into some of Rosa’s friends, to ensure they’re not being bribed for information by Lorenzo. They’re teenagers and easily tricked, and I’m not willing to compromise Rosa’s safety.
If she knew I was vetting her friends, she would lose her mind, but it’s for her own good.
Around nine, a knock sounds at my door, and I let out a sigh, expecting it to be Marco, but it’s not.
Rosa’s head peeks in. “Have you got a minute?”
I get to my feet and signal for her to take a seat on the leather couch.
She shuffles inside, wearing sweats and her varsity jumper, her hair piled on top of her head. She’s wiped off her makeup and her eyes are red rimmed, as if she’s been crying. The sight of her like this has my anger flickering out as I perch on the arm of the sofa.
“I don’t enjoy doing this to you. I hope you know that, Rosa.”
She nods, tucking her legs up underneath her. She doesn’t look at me, but I know she’s taking in everything I’m saying.
“We’re doing our best to handle this situation as quickly as we can, but we can’t afford to make any rash decisions or any wrong moves.”
She nods again, wiping her cheeks on her sleeve.
“This isn’t forever, I promise.” I move to sit beside her.
I reach for her hand and she takes it. I squeeze three times, and she finally looks at me.
“Why do you get caught up in all this, Andre?” she whispers.
“Trust me, it’s not by choice.” I lean back, folding an ankle over my knee.
“Is it just about money?”
I shake my head.
“Then what is it about?”
I let out a long breath and look at my sister.
“It’s about justice, Rosa.”
“Is it worth potentially dying over?”
“Yes.”
“Is it worth me potentially dying over?”
My chest aches as I look into my sister’s eyes.
“Nothing is worth that, Rosa. Don’t think for one second I would ever risk your life, or Marco’s. You’re my family, my everything, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
Rosa is quiet for a moment before she gets to her feet.
“You’re not going to try and convince me to let you go back to school?” I tease, trying to lighten her mood.
“You’re more stubborn than I am. I don’t like fighting fights I’m already primed to lose.” She forces a smile.
“Try and get some sleep.” I get to my feet, walking her to the door. “We can talk more tomorrow.” I press a kiss to her hair.
She nods and walks away, her shoulders hunched.
I try to ignore the growing feeling of guilt as I shut the door and turn the key in the lock. It’s for her own good, I keep reminding myself.
I decide to pour myself another scotch and open up Lila’s cameras once more before I head to bed myself.
It’s almost ten, and when I click to the camera over her bed, I smile to find her asleep, the covers pulled up high around her neck, her dark hair fanned out over her pillow.
I settle back in my chair and watch her for a moment, letting the scotch warm my throat as I slowly sip it.
Just when I’m about to close down the app and head to bed, she tosses her head from side to side, her hair tangling around her face.
I sit up a little straighter.
Her eyes fly open, as if she can sense me watching her, and she runs her hands over her face.
“Can you not sleep, sweetheart?” I whisper, a smile tugging on my lips.
I’ve seen that look on her face before. It’s the very look she gives me when I deny her pleasure.
I lean forward, my blood heating as I watch her squirm beneath the covers.
Her eyes are screwed shut, as if she’s trying to fight the arousal that’s coursing through her body.
“Come on, baby. Let’s have some fun.” I lick my lips.
She throws the covers off, and I’m more than delighted to find the oversized T-shirt has been removed, revealing her very naked body to me.
I let out a groan at the sight of her, my cock instantly hardening in my pants as I take in her full breasts, the luscious curve of her ass and thighs.
“Spread those legs for me, Lila.” I palm my erection through my trousers.
She rubs her thighs together, her hands out to the sides, as if she’s not wanting to give into her urges.
But I know it’s me she’s thinking of right now, me that’s got her so worked up. I know I’m just as much under her skin as she is mine. Why else would she wear that fucking dress today if not to get me to fuck her. Her breasts were practically springing free from the material, and to realize she had not worn panties all day…
The thought has me reaching for my zipper, desperate to release my cock.
I shudder as I take my throbbing length in my hand and begin stroking it, the tip already glistening.
Lila is still writhing on the bed, but her hands have moved to her stomach.
“Come on, baby. Show me how you touch yourself.” I run my thumb over the bead of arousal.
Her back arches off the bed, and her thighs fall open.
My hips buck at the sight of her pussy, and when her hand moves to start rubbing her clit, I have to bite back a groan.
Her movements are hurried, as if she’s already close to climaxing.
“Someone’s very worked up.” I chuckle, pumping myself harder.
She wastes no time pumping two fingers inside herself as her other hand tweaks her nipples.
My mouth waters, wanting to suck on those tits until she’s crying out my name. My spine already tingles, and my balls tighten as I watch her ride her hand.
Fuck. I wish I was inside her right now. To know she’s still not fully satisfied leaves me feeling unsettled. I want to fuck her until she’s limp with pleasure.
I need to feel her coming around my cock.
“Lila,” I groan as I lift my hips, tightening my grip on my cock.
She kneads her breasts once more before moving to rub her clit, her other hand still fingering her glistening pussy. There’s such agony on her face as she chases her release, as if she knows this won’t satisfy her.
Only I will.
My cock feels as if it’s about to burst, but I want to come with her.
I know Lila’s close by the way her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her breasts bouncing as she rides her hand.
She’s quickening her pace as she rubs her clit, her eyebrows pulled together as her mouth falls open.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
As if she can hear me, her legs start shaking, and her back arches even further off the bed. “Come for me, Lila,” I moan, working my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
Her back bows off the bed, nothing but pure ecstasy on her face as she comes.
I grunt as my cock spills all over my hand, but I continue stroking it, getting every last drop out as I watch Lila ride out her orgasm.
She’s so fucking beautiful, and I collapse against my chair, panting as I watch her slowly slide her fingers out of her pussy.
“You’ve made a mess of me, Lila Morano.” I look down at my lap. “And you have no idea.”