THE MAFIA’S HEIR

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He spotted her the moment she stepped out of the gigantic gates of the Ferrari mansion, walking towards his car in that skimpy skirt that didn’t go lower than her mid thighs. The designers crop top she had been putting on, did little to hide the slender curves of her waist. He hated that other men had to see her this way as well, but could do nothing about it. He wasn’t her fiancee, neither did he have any right to question her dress sense. He had been pretty much swallowed by his thoughts that he failed to realize when she had gotten to the car. Her tap on the window glass had pulled him back to the present. He quickly unlocked the car doors, making it possible for her to pull open the front passenger’s seat and hop in.

“Good afternoon Miss Francesca.” He greeted.

“Hello Massimo.” She gave him a small smile that made his heart do a silly flip. He quickly pulled his eyes away from her and focused back on the road as he drove off. The Don had asked him to bring her along, since she ‘insisted’ on welcoming him from the airport. ‘Insisted’. That was the exact word the Don had used.

For the longest time, he knew his boss never really loved miss Francesca, and it hurt him every time. Why didn’t he just go ahead and break up with her, instead of settling and treating her less than she deserved? Massimo knew that even if things didn’t work out between Manuel and Francesca, she would never settle for a man like him. But at least, she would end up with someone better. Someone who would love her better, and she wouldn’t have to force things with. At least, she would be happy.

He wasn’t trying to say the Don was not a nice man. Hell! The man clearly didn’t know that he wasn’t in love with miss Francesca. He was that oblivious when it came to the things of love. Ladies didn’t freak the man out, making it more than obvious that he wasn’t gonna look elsewhere. Manuel was going to marry Francesca at the end of the day, and may probably never learn to treat her right. If only wishes were horses. If only he wasn’t born into a poor home, maybe then, he could have stood a chance to be in the beautiful Francesca’s life. He couldn’t even remember when he started loving her. He remembered the first time he ever met her. Then, she hadn’t met Manuel yet.

She had accompanied her father for a business meeting, and he had gone as an undercover agent under the instructions of Mr Emilio Russo, to get information about a different other businessman present at the same meeting. He continued to trail the man until he lost sight of him at a point. Feeling confused with the turn of events, he calmly pulled out of the conference hall and made his way towards the men’s restroom, only to be attacked from behind by a certain young lady. She couldn’t have been more than 20, but the firmness of her grip on his arm made him think otherwise. She pushed him towards the wall, his face kissing the cold tiles. ‘Are you tailing my father?’ That was the very question she had asked.

Massimo didn’t even realize he had started smiling, until Francesca called his attention.

“What has you smiling that way?” She asked, and he shook his head, putting his focus back on the road.

“N.. nothing.” He stuttered as she eyed him closely. “Nothing serious.” He released a nervous chuckle, before locking eyes with her. She never remembered who he was. He really didn’t expect her to remember him, because they never met again until a year later. She had clearly forgotten his face, but he never did.

“Hmmmm Massimo.” She drawled and raised one of her legs, putting it above the other. He found it difficult to focus with the smooth fair skin of her thighs on display. He knew he was harbouring the wrong thoughts, but that was what it was ever gonna be. Thoughts. He definitely wouldn’t betray the Don, by trying to play silly games with Francesca, regardless of the fact that the man didn’t love her. He swallowed hard, before peeling his eys off her thighs. What he didn’t realize, was the fact that the lady had noticed him looking at her. She always had, which she found particularly funny. She understood though. She was a rich, hot, and successful heiress. Even the men who didn’t stand a chance would still hope that they did. Massimo was one of those men. It was just a shame that he would be more hurt when she eventually married his boss. She tried to steal a glance without him noticing. His large biceps, his clear skin, and full hair. There wasn’t a doubt that the man was a fine specimen, but he would always remain ‘just’ a bodyguard.

They had gotten to the airport and Massimo didn’t miss the indifferent look on the face of his boss. Manuel was supposed to be happy to see his fiancee after 3 whole weeks of being away in Moscow, but the man didn’t seem to be. Instead, Manuel’s eyes hadn’t stopped stealing glances at the lady whom he recognized as Mr Alexander’s personal assistant. Massimo knew quite well that even Francesca had felt threatened by the lady and had tried to be bitchy towards her, but it clearly didn’t sit well with Manuel. At that moment, Massimo knew that what seemed impossible had finally become possible. His boss had taken interest in a different woman, and he only hoped the interest was strong enough to lead to something more between them. If that ended up happening, Francesca wouldn’t have to spend a lifetime with a man that made her feel as insecure as being a bitch to a lady who hadn’t even done anything wrong to her.

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Several months down the line, and things had really turned out like he had thought. The Don had gotten married to miss Bianca, and she was a sweet soul. He had almost found himself opening up about his age long feelings for Francesca, to her. More than anything, he hoped that Francesca was finally going to let Manuel and Bianca be. It pained him so much that the woman he loved, kept embarrassing herself, trying to make a man want her by all means. He hated himself for loving a woman who didn’t even see him, but such was life. Currently, he was walking out of the office building after dropping Bianca off at the Don’s office. The moment he hopped into the car, his eyes caught the cute cake she had given him just some moments back. Today was his birthday, and she had been the only one who had told him as much as a ‘happy birthday’. Even his men had all forgotten it was his birthday, and he wasn’t going to remind them. He gave a small smile, tears clouding his eyes. A lot of people saw him as a tough guy, but he was far from that. He never really planned to live such a life. The life of a bodyguard. Always being in the face of danger, and never having time for himself. He was tired of being alone and lonely, and he could make do with some kindness and show of love on a day like this.

A lone tear dropped down his cheek as he thought about his parents. Lately, he had been having difficulties picturing what they looked like. He had to go home already. He would spend the entire night looking at their pictures, while eating the cake that Miss Bianca had gifted him. Just when he kick started the car and was about driving off, he noticed a familiar figure walking out of the office building, towards the parking lot. She seemed unstable as she walked and fell to the ground eventually. Without thinking, he rushed out of his car and made his way to where she laid on the cold ground. That was when he noticed she had been crying, and he didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him what had just transpired between she, Manuel, and Bianca. What was she doing at Manuel’s office so late in the night? Why couldn’t she just bring herself to let the man go? Immediately that thought crossed his mind, his subconscious quickly reminded him that he was yet to let his own feelings for her go. Fair enough.

“Miss Francesca.” He muttered, before picking her body off the ground. She was too distraught to even say a word, and let him take her to his car. When he finally got into the driver’s seat, he looked back at her and asked. “The Ferrari residence?” And she simply shook her head ‘no’. “Where would you like me to take you ma’am?” He asked, and she shot him a bitter smile.

“Is that a cake on the seat?” She asked, and he slowly nodded in response.

“Yes. It’s my birthday today.” He muttered the last part, making her smile more genuinely. It was a small smile, but a genuine one.

“Happy birthday Massimo.”

“Thank you ma’am.” He smiled, too shy to keep an eye contact with her. She noticed it and thought it was cute.

“Uhmm… I want to go to my apartment. Could you be kind enough to take me there?”

“Definitely.” He nodded and kick started the car once more. He drove out of the parking lot and within 15 minutes, they made it to her apartment. It was somewhere he had been more than a couple of times, but had never made inside. Little did he know that he was going to get inside her apartment that night, and they were going to do unforgettable things.

“Massimo.” She called out, sounding much serious. He looked up at her in response. “How about you call me Francesca for today? Birthday privileges.” She smiled and he reciprocated it. “Thank you for helping me Massimo, but I think I sprained my ankle.” She muttered, causing him to get worried immediately.

“You sprained your ankle?” He asked, opening his door to go check her leg at the back seat. Indeed, her ankle seemed a bit swollen. “Let me help you inside your apartment.” He offered. “That is if you don’t mind.” He quickly added, and she nodded in agreement. He quickly scooped her into his arms and made his way up the flight of stairs. When he finally got to what seemed to be her apartment floor, she pointed the door of her apartment to him. They got there and she punched her password into the customized lock. The next second, the door lock clicked open, and Massimo pushed his way inside the partially dark room. He gently dropped her on the nearest couch in the living room, and tried to look around for some sort of light switch. She clapped her hands twice and immediately, the lights came on. ‘Nice’, he thought to himself. Looking around the room, to see that the entire place was very organized and neat to the detail.

Her unrequited love for Manuel asides, she was actually a smart and hardworking businesswoman. The only woman in the tech business world currently. They were actually a lot of other business women who oversaw tech companies, but Francesca was truly the only one who stood out. It was no surprise that she was quite organized.

“You should have a seat.” She offered, pointing at the empty sofa just beside where she sat. He slowly shook his head in disagreement, but she quickly waved off his refusal. “We should celebrate your birthday with a glass of wine at the very least.” She shrugged, standing to her feet with little difficulty. She limped towards the mini wine bar at the other end of the living room, and returned with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. Massimo knew he wasn’t supposed to remain there, but he found himself sitting on the sofa beside her. She very easily opened the wine and while she did, he took note of the skimpy gown she had been putting on. If she made the mistake of sitting wrongly, he would be able to see her panties. He looked at her creamy thighs for a moment, before pulling his eyes away. She seemed to have caught him staring at her, and he noticed she had. He swallowed hard, blinking his eyes in mild embarrassment.

She refrained from make any remarks concerning the fact that he had been staring at her, and just went ahead to film the empty wine glasses with some wine.

“Here.” She handed one of the glasses to him, and he accepted it.

“Thank you.” He muttered, before taking a sip. The atmosphere had been kinda awkward because they just kept taking sips from the cups, without actually saying a word to each other. Finally, Francesca broke the silence and asked him a very obvious question.

“Massimo, do you like me?”

“Huh?” He rushed out, almost choking on his wine. She locked eyes with him and release a sigh.

“I know you do.” She muttered, reclining into the sofa she had been sitting on. She looked at him, a lazy but sleazy grin on her face. “Tell meeee… do you want to see what kind of panties I’m wearing underneath this gown? They are lace and cute.” She giggled, making his heart do a clean somersault inside his chest. This couldn’t be happening.

“Uhhhmmm…” He cleared his throat, his ear and neck going hot. “Miss Francesca, I think I have to go now.” He muttered, before standing up to leave. She quickly stood up and well, placing her hand on his suit jacket and sighing lightly.

“Don’t go now.” She whispered. “I know how long you have imagined being in between my thighs. Today is your chance.” Her hand trailed down his abs, before reaching his cock and squeezing it lightly. He couldn’t believe what she was doing, and couldn’t help the way his body reacted to her. She was like a drug he needed so badly. “Don’t you want to fuck me so hard that I forget your boss? I know you want to.” She whispered sultrily, squeezing his hard cock again and leaning up for a kiss. Her words made him wonder the possibility behind them. Could she really stop pinning for Manuel, and begin to want him instead? The moment their lips touched each other’s, that was it. Massimo lost every form of self control. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her soundly, their tongues fighting for dominance. The need to be inside her became more urgent and he saw himself hoisting her up, while she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He loved the mild and sweet scent of roses that wafted through his nostrils. God! How he had dreamed of having this woman in such a position for soooo long. It was finally happening and he wanted to engrave this moment in his heart forever. She could finally see him now, could she?