Braden: A Dark Mafia Romance (2 page)

“He’s ready.”  One of our associates, a man we simply called The Dentist walked out onto the balcony and lit up a cigarette.

“Does he have any idea why he’s here?”  I asked as I sipped my whiskey and lifted my cigar to my lips.

“No, he’s blabbering and crying about his father’s money and how much he’ll give us if we let him go.”  He shrugged.  “The usual stuff; you know how they are.”

“Of course he thinks money can liberate him.  That is all they care about.”  I tapped the ashes off of the end of my cigar and sipped my whiskey again.

“I love the rich boys.  They scream the moment they feel my pliers.”  He chuckled as he exhaled a stream of smoke.

“If he’s smart, he won’t scream at all.”  I looked over at The Dentist.

“He doesn’t seem to be very smart.”  He motioned towards the door.  “Are you ready?”

“Let him wait.  I don’t want to waste this Cuban.”  I looked at the label on my cigar and lifted it to my lips again.

“Fair enough, I’ll go terrorize him for a little bit until you’re ready.”  The Dentist stubbed out his cigarette and walked back inside.

The man sitting inside our cell was means to an end.  He wasn’t important, but that didn’t matter.  He had placed himself in my path and men who did that usually ended up in the ground.  He was lucky that I needed something from him, because it could possibly spare him that fate.  Despite my callous nature, I was a fair man.  If he gave me what I needed, he might be home in time for Christmas.  By then it wouldn’t matter.  I would have what I needed and he would simply have to live his life knowing he betrayed those closest to him.  What I needed was complicated, but I had a plan.  I should have already had it within my grasp, but I was determined enough not to let one failure stop me from achieving my goal.  I finished my cigar and walked inside, making my way down to the cell.  I pushed it open and stared into the man sitting in the chair.  He was strapped to the chair with his hands and feet bound.  His neck and forehead were locked in a metal restraint which would be clamped to his jaw so The Dentist could his work.

“Hello Ronald.”  I walked up to him and gave him a full view of my face.  “Remember me?”

“You…”  His face was riddled with terror.  “You were at the bar the other night!”

“Yes I was.”  I moved closer to him.  “You cock blocked me.”

“What the fuck?”  He asked in a hurried tone.  “You kidnapped me because I kept you from getting laid?”

“No, I kidnapped you because of who you kept me away from—Angela Madison.”  I tilted my head and stared into his terrified eyes.  “But this is your chance at redemption, Ronald.”  I tilted the chair so that he was upright.

“What do you want?”  I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“It’s simple.  I have a questionnaire here with a few things I need to know.  You know all of the answers to the questions because you’ve spent your life following Angela around like a puppy dog.  Answer them all and my buddy here doesn’t start removing your teeth, one by one.”  I pushed a tray over with a drill, a pair of pliers, and a scalpel.  Next to the instruments of his demise was a single sheet of paper.

He looked down at it and started to read it.  “What is her favorite color?  What is her favorite movie?  What the fuck man?”

“I need to know everything there is to know about your friend.  I would have gotten it myself if you hadn’t of ran interference.  That was the easy way; this is the hard way.”  I motioned to The Dentist who picked up a pair of pliers.

“Don’t do this, man, please don’t do this!”  Ronald’s face was crippled with panic.

“I’m going to go and keep myself entertained for a few hours.”  I nodded to The Dentist.  “Once I’m done, my buddy will either bring me that completed questionnaire, or all of your teeth in a jar.  Any combination of the two will work as well.”

“Wait!  Wait!”  Ronald yelled as I walked out of the room and slammed the door.

There was a time when I felt bad about doing the things I had to do in order to get what I wanted.  Those emotions had been purged from when I was forced to look down the barrel of my sniper rifle at women and children serving as suicide bombers in Iraq.  The government had made me into the perfect soldier, except I no longer served their cause. Justice was no longer red, white, and blue; it was simply crimson—the color of blood.  I walked upstairs to the bar area and made my way over to the counter.  A fresh whiskey was placed in my hand and then I turned my attention to the women.  I wasn’t really horny, but they would help me pass the time.  I pointed to one who looked like Angela with her long blonde hair and emerald eyes.  She immediately came to me and followed me to one of the private rooms.

“Get undressed.”  I said as I removed my suit jacket.

She obeyed without question.  It was her job after all.  I rubbed my cock until it was hard and bent her over the side of the couch once she was naked.  I slid inside of her easily, pressing her against the couch as I buried my cock inside of her cunt.  She was nothing but an outlet.  I had lost the emotion that usually drove me to the bedroom long ago.  I had love once, and it was enough to drive my demons away, but once she was gone, I just sought relief.  The whore in front of me would do, even if she wasn’t going to give me much satisfaction beyond a quick nut.  I held her tight against the couch and pumped my cock in and out of her cunt as quickly as I could, just looking for the conclusion to the moment.  My cock swelled, struggling to fill her canal, despite the fact I was well-endowed.  It was tight enough for what I needed, but she would never be a wife to anyone who had self-respect.

“Oh god, that feels so good!”  She said, but I knew her words were lies.

“Shut up.”  I said angrily as I slammed into her.

The only way she would have felt anything was if I punched her in the ribs while I was fucking her.  Her moans were fake.  Her pussy had been destroyed every day since the first day she walked into the club and decided to sell her body to us.  As a Mafia soldier, I didn’t have to pay her.  She wasn’t even worth a penny as far as I was concerned.  Thankfully, I felt the end coming so I picked up the pace.  It was little more than masturbation with a human sized fleshlight.  The pressure built up in my balls and she tried to moan along with my thrusts, but it was annoying me more than turning me on.  I pressed her face to the sofa and finally shut her up.  I fucked her until I felt the peak and then I exploded inside of her with a grunt.  I held her there until the last drop flowed into her pussy.  I withdrew and wiped it across her ass.

“That was great, baby.”  She looked up at me and smiled.

“Get over here.”  He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to my crotch.

I used her mouth to clean the remnants of my cum and her vaginal secretions off of my cock and then threw her face back down on the couch.  She was used to being treated like trash.  It didn’t even faze her.  She cleaned me up and then got dressed.  I sat down on the couch and lit up another cigar, waiting for her to leave.  The good thing about whores was that they didn’t linger.  She exited the room and left me there alone.  The cigar was better than her wretched cunt, but it was better without blue balls distracting me from my goals.  I smoked in silence, thinking about the things to come.  I had a lot of work ahead of me.  I walked back to the bar and got a refill on my whiskey, watching the people wandering around.  The place was a who’s who of Mafia elite, at least for those who carried the same rank as me.

“Braden!”  A full blooded Italian soldier pulled himself up on to the stool next to me.

“Hey, Nunzio.  How have you been?”  I really didn’t care, but I couldn’t very well ignore him.  It wasn’t polite.

“I’ve been good!  Did you get you a slice?”  He motioned to the girls.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting on The Dentist to finish up with my latest client.” I sipped my whiskey and puffed on my cigar.

“The Dentist?  Damn man, that is hardcore.  What did the guy do you?”  He motioned for a beer.

“It’s personal.”  I stared into the crowd.

“Yeah, I get that.  Cool, well I think I’m going to go entertain myself.”  He slid off of the stool with his beer and started towards the girls.

I greeted a few more soldiers and then decided it was time to go back and check on the progress.  As soon as I got close to the cell, the door opened and The Dentist walked out with the paper in his hand.  Apparently, it didn’t take very long at all.  He extended his hand to me and I took it, reading through all of Angela’s likes and dislikes.  Most of it was basic information, but it was important for my plan.  I sat down in a chair and continued reading.  Once I was done, I tossed it on the table and looked up at The Dentist, giving him a satisfied nod.  He lit a cigarette and sat down next to me.  I couldn’t argue with his results.  He always managed to get what we needed.

“No blood?”  I asked, looking him over and looking at the paper again.

“Naw, that little bitch caved before I even got my pliers in his mouth.”  He took a drag and held it for a second before he exhaled.  “You know I’ll have to charge you extra since I didn’t get to hear him scream.”

“Yeah, I know.”  I dug into my pocket and thumbed through an envelope, withdrawing a stack of hundreds.

“If it was anyone but you, I would have taken a few of his teeth before I even offered him the paper, but I know you’re a man of your word.”  He took the money and stuffed it in his pocket.

“My word is all I have left.”  I clasped him on the shoulder.  “It has to count for something.”

It was difficult to explain honor to someone like The Dentist who made his living delivering cruelty in order to force individuals to divulge information.  I had known men like him my whole life, from the shores of America, to Iraq, and then back on my home soil.  I would never be able to call myself a good man.  That title was reserved for priests and the few who had managed to hold on to their sanity.  The only thing I followed was my Mafia Family’s code and it demanded an eye for an eye.  Angela was technically innocent, as was Ronald, but guilt came by association, by blood, and it there was no way I could turn back without seeing that guilt brought into the light.  It was unfortunate, but it was necessary.  Sometimes pain was required in order for vengeance to be served, and sometimes innocents had to suffer in order for the guilty to truly feel the pain they had inflicted.

Chapter 3:  Angela

Today

The champagne lingered on my lips again as I took sips from another glass behind a pillar.  I could feel it coursing through my veins, and it made me happy.  I could practically feel Ronald’s voice in my head telling me that I shouldn’t have more than one.  I knew I shouldn’t, but everything around me was boring.  In my younger years, my father was proud to introduce me.  Now, those introductions came with questions about where I went to school and what my occupation was.  Being a socialite was good enough for my mother, but it wasn’t as respected as it once was.  My father would have probably preferred to introduce them to Danielle, who was trying to follow in his footsteps, but she wasn’t mature enough to stand by his side.  If he could have fused us together, we would have been the perfect daughter, but each of us had our strengths and weaknesses.

“Mr. Fallon.”  I strolled up beside him and looked out into the crowd.  “Why aren’t you dancing?”

“Perhaps I was waiting on someone beautiful enough for the dance floor.”  He extended his hand.

“So now you want to talk to me?”  I took his hand and let him lead me into the crowd.

“I had business to discuss with your father.  Now, business is done.”  He twirled me as the music started up again.

“Does that mean you tucked your check into his pocket?”  I let him pull me close and did my best to emulate his dance steps.

“Of course, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t intend to make a donation.”  He spun me around and dipped me as the music hit a high note.  “Your father is going to bring down the Mafia.”

“You know he used to represent criminals, right?”  I grinned as he pulled me close.

“That is why he’s the right man for the job.  He knows them.”  He pushed me back and drew me close, perfectly tuned to the instrumentals.

Richard Fallon was nice enough, but I knew he didn’t want anything more than a dance.  I could see it in his eyes as he finished the dance and twirled me back to the edge of the crowd.  Another partner was in his hands before the music picked up again.  So much for waiting on someone beautiful enough for the floor—I was just a momentary distraction.  I made my way back to the bar and took another glass, disappearing behind the pillar so I could drink it out of sight.  I stared at my phone again, still confused that Ronald hadn’t called me back.  I actually started to get worried that he was finally over me, and he had found someone more interesting to take him away.  Of course, I would never feel the same way about him that he felt about me, but that didn’t mean someone else wouldn’t find him to be quite a catch.  I looked into the crowd and for an instant, I saw a pair of steel colored eyes locked on me, but when I tried to focus on them, they were gone.

“Did Mr. Fallon ask for your number?”  My mother startled me and I hid my glass.

“No, of course not.”  I shook my head at her.

“Don’t bother to hide the glass, Angela.  I know you wouldn’t be out there on the floor if you weren’t drinking.”  She lightly sipped her glass and motioned for me to follow her.

“Like mother, like daughter.”  I said with a smile as I finished it and followed behind her.

“If I was your age, there wouldn’t be an eye in this room that wasn’t locked on me.”  We walked up to the balcony again.

“We’re in a room full of millionaires and billionaires, mother.  They have no use for the daughter of our District Attorney.”  I pressed my fingers to the balcony.

“You just don’t know how to present yourself, darling.  You don’t dance with the first man who asks you out on the floor.  Give them something to think about as they twirl soulless broads around the room.”  She leaned over and yanked on my dress.