Dipping Into Sin (a BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (7 page)

After putting on my last article of clothing, I looked at myself in the mirror and attempted to compose my disheveled hair. My phone vibrated, breaking my concentration. Looking down, I saw six missed calls from Victoria and five missed calls from an unknown number. Ignoring the incoming text messages, I called Victoria back and told her that I would meet her in the front in ten minutes. Leaning over the sink, I turned the faucet on and washed what was left of my makeup off my face.

After drying my face with a paper towel, I further inspected my appearance. Inhaling deeply, I cracked the door slightly, causing all conversations to cease. All three men looked at me. Andriano stood there, looking like the king who epitomized sex appeal. His rippled abs and muscular, hairless chest were begging to be touched and licked. Even after two orgasms, I ogled this man as wetness seeped out between my thighs.

The atmosphere seemed intense, as all three men looked like they were in a heated discussion. Opening the door wider, I stepped out and tried to walk towards the door when Andriano softly halted me by holding onto my arm. Looking up at his impertinent grey eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and stopped walking.

“Please, just wait in the bathroom for me. We’re almost done talking,” he said, breaking eye contact to look over at Nicolai and Vincenzo.

“Yes, Simone, we’re wrapping this conversation up. We will leave you both to resume your previous conversation soon,” said Vincenzo, with a hint of humor in his voice.

“I have to go. Victoria is waiting for me. Besides, I need to do a few errands tomorrow morning,” I said quickly, as I stepped around him. Opening the door, I walked out and kept walking until I made it to the front of the lounge to find a frantic Victoria.

“I was looking all over for you. Did you see what Andriano did to Jacob?” Victoria asked, while she tried to hail a taxi.

“Yes, I saw what happened. Do you know where he is?” I asked, feeling guilty that I was the reason why he was assaulted.

“I don’t know. I just saw the bouncers drag him towards the back.
Kurt
went back there to check out what happened, but he never returned. What could Jacob possibly do for Andriano to beat him up like that?” she asked.

“It’s because of me,” I admitted. “He was attacked by Andriano because we were dancing.” I proceeded to tell her what had transpired between Jacob and Andriano. I couldn’t reveal to her how I degraded myself by having sex with Andriano in his office. Victoria remained silent for the duration of our ride back to our dormitory. She rested her head on my shoulder, as I tilted my head back to lay it against the headrest.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked Victoria, after a few minutes of silence.

“Sure, what’s up?” she asked, leaning up to face me.

“What kind of job does Andriano do? Is he a business owner?” I asked.

Taking a deep breath, Victoria averted her eyes to look outside the car window. “He owns
The Land
,
City Night Limits
, and a few other businesses,” she answered quickly.

I opened my mouth and clamped it shut when I realized that Victoria seemed uncomfortable about the topic. For the remainder of the ride, we rode in silence, both of us wrapped up in our own deep thoughts.

“W
hat do you want us to do, Andriano? He wants to cut us in with a high percentage from the products that he sells during club night hours. All of the products are top of the line and guaranteed to be profitable,” said Vincenzo, in attempt to convince Andriano of the prospective opportunity.

“I don’t want that shit touching any of our businesses. That only means that we are going to have to pay the cops even more money when we have broads in here strung out and shit,” I said heatedly. I was once again sexually frustrated after being interrupted by my two cousins. I knew that I crossed the line when I attacked Jacob. But watching Jacob’s hands on her waist while she gyrated her hips in a circular motion caused the anger that I suppressed to spew out. She managed to set me back 10 steps, as she released the nefarious beast that was caged up and sealed away. I become a jealous, unrecognizable, and an easily angered man when it comes to
her
. I wanted to hate her, but foreign emotions replaced all negative feelings that I wanted to have for her.
I’ve just never been so out of control in my entire life.

“That’s exactly what I told him. He told this motherfucker that he could do a little test run tonight…” began Nicolai.

“You stupid fuck, I swear on our grandfather’s grave that I will strangle you myself if you don’t tell that fucker to remove his product and the people he sold it to from my fucking property. Right—fucking—now,” I screamed, as I pounded my fist on my desk.

“Andriano, please,” Vincenzo began as he folded his hands into prayer form. “Please try to be reasonable. This is guaranteed to bring us at least $100,000 a week,” he pleaded.

“A 100 G’s only? We make over that amount in just two days. Most of that money would be used to pay off the fucking cops for fucking insurance. What profit would we really make? Huh? Think about it. The only person who turns a profit over our fucking head will be the dealer. You interrupt my fucking night over a schmuck?” I shouted as I pointed my index finger at Vincenzo.

“Vin, use your fucking brain. You want more responsibilities to run businesses, but you’re willing to take on a shitload of unnecessary baggage just for a fucking measly one-hundred G’s. Handle this shit tonight,” said Nicolai sternly to his younger brother, before turning and walking towards the door.

“Before you leave, Nicolai, remember that we have a meeting tomorrow,” I said. I withdrew from my desk drawer two pieces of paper with the address and time written down. I handed each man a paper. Both of them looked down and confirmed their attendance before Nicolai left the office.

Turning to face me, Vincenzo solemnly said, “I’m sorry Andriano. I really am. I tried to take some initiative to bring more profitable business ventures in…but…I didn’t think it through on this situation.”

“Fix it. Get the dealer and the people he sold it to out of my lounge right now,” I said calmly. Nodding his head to indicate compliance, Vincenzo quietly left the office.

Staring at the closed door, I replayed in my head everything that had taken place tonight. I didn’t get a chance to release my pent up frustration into the one woman who caused me much dismay. Slamming my fist onto the table, I knocked the rest of the papers onto the floor and screamed out my agony. I was about to throw my cell phone across the room when it started vibrating. Looking down, I saw a lengthy text message from the woman who tormented my mind, body, and soul.

Simone
: I can’t do this with you. For almost two weeks, you called consistently up until two days ago. I don’t expect much of an explanation from you, especially since we are not in a relationship. But, I can’t keep allowing you to fuck me whenever you want to. This is the second time that we were intimate without protection. I don’t know what you have, and I sure as hell don’t want to be pregnant. Tomorrow, I’m going to the bank to take out the money that you deposited. After I give it back to you, I will really appreciate it if we go our separate ways and pretend that none of this happened. Goodnight.

Andriano
: Goodnight, bella mia.

“I
’m sorry miss, but you cannot withdraw the full amount from either account. The policy at this branch only allows the maximum of $25,000 to be withdrawn from all domestic accounts,” said the kind, pretty female bank teller.

“If this is my money, why can’t I withdraw the full amount?” I asked, feeling a sense of imperativeness brewing within.

“Unfortunately, this is the bank’s policy,” said the bank teller apologetically.

Placing two fingers to my temple to soothe the throbbing headache, I briefly closed my eyes. Opening my eyes again, I stared at the bank teller who appeared uneasy. “Can you deposit the amount that is in the savings account into my checking account, please?” I asked.

“Yes, we can do that. Ok, Ms. Sinn that transaction is completed. Can I help you with anything else today?” she asked, as she handed me the transaction receipt and my I.D.

“Is there anything that can be done today? Because I really need the money to make a payment at my school, and I really need it by Monday morning,” I pleaded again, hoping that my lie would provide a loophole.

“Let me ask my supervisor a question. Please wait one moment, Ms. Sinn,” she said, as she went into the back room.

Looking down at my phone, I responded back to Victoria’s text message about attending a frat party on campus. I made an excuse as to why I didn’t want to go out tonight. After trying to convince me through a series of text messages, I told her that I would think about it if my cramps subsided. Last night, I tossed and turned in bed, plagued by dreams of Andriano doing masterful things to my body. Needless to say, I wanted this man in the worst possible way.
Maybe, I should invest in a dildo,
I almost announced out loud.

“Actually, Ms. Sinn, there is something that we can do. You can write a check in that amount and make it out to your school. Do you have a checkbook, or would you need a bank check?”

Again defeated, I acknowledged this option with the perkiest smile and said, “I have my checkbook at home. I’ll have to bring it in first thing on Monday. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. Can I assist you with anything else today?”

“No, you have been more than helpful today. Bye,” I said, leaving her station. As I walked to the train station, I sent a text to Andriano, asking him to meet me at Columbia University in an hour.

“Two words: Car dealerships. The profit from each dealership is guaranteed to be seven figures within the first two months. We can start off with one on each borough,” said Seamus O’Brien, our Irish American business associate.

“How many cars will be on each lot?” asked Nicolai dubiously, as he eyed Seamus’ cool demeanor. Like most of our family members and members of our alliances, Nicolai did not trust anyone who was not of traditional Italian bloodlines stretching back to Italy. In fact, he whole-heartedly believed that any outsider would only bring about the collapse of our empire. Nonetheless, the O’Brien’s and the Balducci’s have conducted business together since they arrived through Ellis Island and settled in The Five Points of the central lower area of Manhattan. Seamus and his predecessors have yet to be deceitful or pose a threat to our empire.

“Well, that depends on the demographics of each borough. Luxury car dealerships should be in wealthier areas, and used car dealerships will be in middle-class areas,” said Seamus casually, as he handed a blueprint to each of us.

Sitting at a round table in an abandoned warehouse on Staten Island, the four elder Balducci men, my cousins, Donald Spillmore, Seamus, and I discussed the new business venture. We never took chances on audibly announcing our meeting locations, mainly for security purposes. Our meetings have been held in far more undesirable places, such as Dominican hair salons and Catholic churches. We never held meetings in the same place more than two times. Every two months, on the first Saturday of the month, we have a meeting with our family accountant and associates. Every six months, we held meetings with our payroll representatives and constituents.

La Cosa Nostra, which is the name of our organization, consisted of the five families in New York. The Balducci, the Pistone, the DaVecchio, the Salmieri, and the Capparelli family united together to form this unit over seventy years ago. Of the five families, the Balducci family makes up the largest sector and holds the most power. The eldest male from each original family held a seat on the commission board. Andriano Balducci, Senior, is the Don and boss; Salvatore Balducci is the underboss, Agostino Balducci is the consigliere, and six members hold the capo position. Ciro, Nicolai, Battista, Vincenzo, and I are all capos. We all had to start out as an associate and move up the chain of command to be soldiers and now capos. None of us received special treatment because of our father’s positions. In order to be a made man, who held the position as a boss, we all had to commit crimes and display the ability to make money. I am next in line to be the successor of my father, the Don. There were specific protocols that needed to be followed before anyone could enter the meeting. With top of the line electronic equipment installed the night before, our highly paid IT staff disables all electronics and disengages all possible bugs or wiretaps by using advanced warfare technology.

“Well, Seamus, this appears to be an attractive business investment that I will look into further. I will announce my decision at our next meeting,” said Andriano Balducci, Senior, in his rich, thick Italian accent. All eyes went to the man who spoke—a man who appeared to be a shadow of his former self. The once proud, tall ruthless strong man now had sunken shoulders, pale blotchy skin, and watery eyes. His once thick sumptuous hair, that he had always kept neatly trimmed and slicked back, was now thin and stringy.

“Thank you, Don Balducci,” said Seamus as he stood and bowed respectfully to my father. Our Lieutenant escorted him out of the building while we continued the rest of our meeting.

“Andriano, mio nipote (
my nephew
).
Quale fu la risposta della famiglia Capparelli durante il vostro viaggio per l'Italia? (
What was the response of the Capparelli family while on your trip to Italy
?)
” asked Ciro, the senior capo, and the youngest out of the four elder Balducci brothers. He was also my favorite uncle, mainly because of the vigor of the violence that he inflicted on anyone who even looked at his family the wrong way.

“Ah yes, they are in agreement with our decision to have the formal engagement on September 9
th
,” I answered. While in Italy, I spent the first two days consulting with the Capparelli’s family. In order to marry Josephine, I had to murder an enemy of the Capparelli’s family to prove the Balducci’s loyalty and belief in our uniting together as a family. I spent the last two days of my trip locating and executing our target.