(KRYSTAL'S POV)
"Oh… fuck."
A breathy moan escapes my lips as two of Valentino's fingers slide into my cunt, slowly pumping in and out.
"You're so fucking wet already," he murmurs, sliding a third finger in. "Just look how easily my fingers enter you."
Then he dives face-first in between my thighs and takes a slow, deep breath.
"And you smell like heaven too," he says, his voice rumbling low and deep against my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
His lips close around my clit, and the moment I feel his tongue against it, my back arches off the bed.
Valentino picks up the pace, pumping his fingers faster into my pussy as he worships my clit with his tongue.
"Yes, yes, yes! Just like that!" I whimper desperately, drowning in the sensation.
My eyes roll back to the back of my head and my legs start trembling uncontrollably.
I scream as my cunt clenches around his fingers and the first wave of release ripples through me.
Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as his fingers keep fucking my pussy, drenching him and the sheets as my body shakes uncontrollably around him.
"Yes," he growls, his voice deep and rough. "That's it, baby girl. Let it all out."
I collapse onto the bed, shaking from the aftermath. My chest heaves and my lips part as I try to catch my breath.
"That was..." I gasp. "...that was amazing."
He leans back slightly, grinning down at me. "You're welcome."
Then his green eyes darken with lust, and in a low, dangerously seductive tone, he says.
"Now it's my turn."
Valentino drags me to the edge of the bed with a force that makes me gasp.
He grips my thighs and spreads them apart until I'm completely exposed to him.
He positions his long, thick cock at my entrance, teasing my clit and rubbing it in between my folds.
"Valentino… please."
"Please what?" he asks.
I bite my bottom lip as I stare into his eyes. "Quit being such a tease and just fuck me already."
His lips slowly curve into a grin, then in a single thrust, he completely buries his cock inside me.
There's no gentle easing, no slow build. His thick length stretches my pussy wide, making me cry out in pleasure.
He slowly moves back until just his tip is still inside me, then he slams back in, filling up again, pulling another loud moan out of me.
My nails dig into his forearms, holding on for dear life as he sets a punishing pace.
"That's it. Take my fucking cock," he growls. "You love this, don't you? Love getting fucking ruined."
I can't form words.
My head thrashes against the mattress, and any words I can think of die before they even reach my throat.
The only thing that leaves my lips are squeals, whimpers, and moans.
I slide a hand in between us, finding my clit. I start rubbing the little nub as he pounds my pussy with his cock.
"Yeah, play with yourself," he grunts, his voice rough with lust. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
He leans down and captures my lips in a kiss, swallowing every moan that leaves my mouth.
Nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he fucks me senseless.
Then suddenly, his phone starts ringing.
Valentino's lips freeze on mine and he stops moving.
For a second, we just stare at each other. Then he lets out a sharp sigh, resting his forehead against mine.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he says.
I let out a breathy laugh. "Just ignore it."
He smirks. "I was thinking the same thing."
He presses his lips together with mine again, slowly moving his hips as he builds up the pace.
But then the phone starts ringing again.
"What the actual hell," he snaps, a look of irritation flashing across his face.
He climbs off me and picks up his trousers from the floor.
"Fuck," he mutters, reaching into his pocket. "This better be good."
(VALENTINO'S POV)
My brows pull together the second I see Michele's name flashing across the screen.
I answer the call and bring the phone to my ear.
"Michele, what is it?" I hiss, unable to hide the frustration in my voice. "I'm kinda busy here."
"Um… Val? I've got bad news."
My frown deepens.
"Bad news?" I repeat, my pulse spiking almost instantly.
"The shipment… the one we were expecting tonight?" His voice cracks. "It didn't make it. It got intercepted just off the coast by the U.S. Customs and Border Protection. It's in their hands now."
"What?!" I snap. "How the fuck did this happen?!"
"I–I don't know, boss," Michele panics, his words tumbling out fast. "Maybe the Feds got tipped off or it was just bad timing. I—"
My heart hammers painfully as I begin pacing the room.
"Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!!" I scream at the top of my voice.
I feel a sting in my eyes as hot tears gather, threatening to spill.
That shipment of drugs was worth a hundred million dollars. Every cent I funneled from my strip club, the night club, the casino, the restaurant, even the car rental—it was all riding on this.
This was my fucking chance.
My one shot to prove to my father that I'm not reckless or irresponsible. That I can build my own empire, run my own game.
That I deserve a throne of my own.
And now? It's all gone.
"Shit," I mutter, biting my lower lip so hard that I draw blood. My hands dive into my hair, tangling through the auburn strands as my chest heaves.
"What are we gonna do now, Mickey? This… this is massive. It's gonna hit everything—every fucking business I've built! How do we fix this?"
"I have no idea," he replies, panic still evident in his tone. "The Feds are probably already onto us. The best thing we can do is lay low for now. We can figure out our next move later."
I exhale slowly, trying to calm my nerves.
But the anger and anxiety keep twisting deep into my gut like a knife. My head is all over the place, and my heart is racing a thousand miles an hour. But I can't afford to show weakness.
Not now.
"Okay…" I nod. "But what about my dad? Does he know about this yet?"
Suddenly Michele doesn't respond.
The silence drags on for so long that I have to check the screen to see if the call is still connected.
"Hello?" I say. "Mickey, answer me!"
Michele finally speaks up. "Uh… he actually called before I could reach you."
"And?"
"I told him what happened," Michele says quietly.
My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach.
"Oh my god, Michele, what the fuck! Why would you do that?!"
"What did you want me to do?" he replies, panicking. "Lie to the Don?"
My phone starts beeping mid-conversation, signalling that someone else is calling.
Before I even check the screen I already know who it is.
"Shit," I curse under my breath.
"What is it?" Michele asks.
"It's him."
The two of us don't say another word for a moment.
"Alright, Mickey. I'll call you later," I say.
I accept my father's call and bring the phone back to my ear.
"Valentino," he says, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Explain to me how a shipment worth a hundred million dollars ends up in the hands of the Feds."
I swallow hard, my heart pounding more violently now.
Every instinct tells me to stay calm, to choose my words carefully. But fuck—it's hard to sound calm when everything you've built just took a bullet to the chest.
"Padre… I–I don't know how it happened. We were set up, I swear. Michele says it was intercepted just off the coast. It's almost as if they knew it was coming."
There's a very long pause that makes my stomach twist into knots.
"You don't 'swear,' Valentino," he says finally. "You don't get to fuck up when we're talking about my business. My legacy. Do you understand me?"
"Y-Yes, Padre," I say. "I know. I—"
My father cuts me off before I can get the words out.
"Ma sei proprio un idiota senza cervello, lo sai?" (You're really a brainless idiot, do you even realize it?)
"One hundred million dollars," he hisses through the phone. "Gesù Cristo! How does someone lose money like that, Valentino?! Tell me—where were you when the shipment was seized?"
I glance over my shoulder to look at Krystal for a second before forcing my eye away.
"Padre, please listen to me," I say, my tone filled with desperation. "I sent my men to secure it. I—"
He snaps so hard I almost flinch away from the phone.
"No! You listen to me, cazzo! Why can't you seem to do anything right?! You were supposed to be there to receive that shipment but only God knows where you were."
For a couple seconds, the line goes silent before he says,
"You're a disgrace, Valentino. A stain to my legacy. The Vipera name bleeds because of you."
Every single word hurts like a knife, stabbing deep into my chest.
"Padre…" my voice breaks. "I—"
"Don't you dare interrupt me when I'm speaking!" he lashes out. "Do you think this is some kind of game?! What are you going to do if the Feds start cracking down on all your operations?! What are you going to do if those American gangs—those cockroaches—smell weakness and start causing trouble?! Word gets around in this world of ours, you know that right?"
The tears stinging my eyes threaten to spill no matter how hard I try to blink them away.
I turn away from Krystal, not wanting her to see the look on my face.
The line is silent for a few seconds. Then his voice comes through again, low but sharp.
"I sent you to America because you wanted to prove yourself," he says. "Because you wanted to show me that you're capable and responsible enough to handle things on your own. And to be honest, I had faith in you, Valentino. Yet you've somehow managed to let me down, time and time again. But this? This is the last straw."
"Padre, please…" I start, my voice shaking, desperate for him to hear me out. To give me a chance to explain.
But he hangs up before I can even finish my sentence.
I stare at the phone for a good moment, frozen, with the weight of his words still burning in my chest.
Then I let out a raw scream from deep within my chest, hurling my phone across the room.
It slams into the wall, breaking into pieces.
I stand there, breathing hard, my fists clenched tight as my blood boils with anger.
I turn around and find Krystal sitting up in bed, her eyes wide as she clutches the sheets against her chest.
She looks like she's not sure if she should come to me or stay exactly where she is.
"Get on your elbows and knees," I growl. "Ass up in the air. Now."