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Reformation

Reformation

Author: Esme_12

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Mafia

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Introduction

Andrea, the only child of her wealthy parents, has a habit of stealing and pickpocketing just for the fun of it. All her parents' efforts to get her to stop, proved abortive until she stumbles upon a murder scene, records it and has to flee for her life as soon as she was discovered. The men whom she had seen are determined to hunt her down and shut her mouth forever, even if it means going after her loved ones. After narrowly escaping death once, her father has no choice than to protect her the only way he could, and that was by marrying her off on contract to a cold-hearted Mafia Boss, Dante Salvatore, a man she had once stolen from. Dante is determined to break and reform her even though she is the most impossible woman he has ever met, but the more he spent time around the annoying and obstinate woman, the more he yearned to protect her and truly make her his, even though she still had a haunting past love life she was yet to recover from. But what she did next, left him feeling confused, angry and jealous.
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Chapter 1

Andrea, an elegant and alluring and lady in her late twenties who was rather infamous for her thievery skills, approached the private bar which was connected to a popular nightclub. She had cunningly gotten past the guard at the door and had snuck in to the part where only selected elites were allowed. She had been informed by her accomplice, Dean, that important personnel would be holding a brief meeting right in the bar with a Mafia lord who had just flown into the city and she had decided to make the best of this opportunity.

She was good at what she did- stealing and was hardly ever caught. Her parents were wealthy but taking things that weren’t hers was more thrilling for her. Her best friend’s boyfriend- Travis worked in the club below, so it had been easy to get all the necessary information from him about her next victim even though he wasn’t in support of her act of stealing from them.

After changing into the bikini costume used only by the waitresses in the bar so that she could easily blend in, she had gotten into character, had boldly approached the bar now, staring at the bartender who was busy shaking a mixture and was yet to notice her.

"A glass of whiskey please." Andrea said sweetly to the bar tender, placing a tray she had taken from an empty table, on the counter. She knew how effective her looks were and she was always willing to put it to good use to get what she wants.

The bartender looked up from what he was doing and a frown creased his face. "Never seen you here before." He said suspiciously.

Her smile didn't waver. "New girl. Got employed tonight." Other girls might have faltered under the intense scrutiny of the bartender but this wasn’t the first time Andrea was doing something like this. She already had enough experience to play any role she wanted to. What mattered is that she didn’t get caught.

"Well, Mr. Wade never mentioned anything about a new waitress." The bartender countered, looking very skeptical.

"Well, that's just because he's too busy screwing the blonde waitress. I'm sure he'll come around when he's done screwing her all over again." She said boldly and when he still hesitated, she added with a serious look now. "Will you place my order or do I have to tell Mr. Wade that you delayed my attending to a VIP because you were busy staring at my tits?"

"What!" He frowned in disbelieve and just then, he glanced down at her bosom on impulse. "I wasn't staring at your tits!"

"You just did!" She smiled wickedly. "Whiskey?" He gave her a brief displeased look then poured her a glass of whiskey which he placed on her tray. "Thank you." She said as she grabbed the tray off the counter and walked away.

As she made her way towards the table of her interest, she cringed when she saw one of the men fondling the buttocks of one of the waitresses who was leaning forward to pour him a drink. If anyone touched her like that, she would split his head open with a tray. She approached Mr. Harish now and heard him saying to the woman sitting with him as he glanced down at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. "They should be here in twenty minutes."

"You said that half an hour ago." His mistress whined. "My ass is beginning to hurt and my legs are beginning to cramp from sitting here for too long."

"Well, sorry honey but these men mean a lot to me. Even if they are this tardy, they are both worth millions of dollars to me and that definitely is worth the wait."

"Hello sir!" Andrea called in her sweetest voice as she reached him then suddenly, she intentionally tripped, spilling the whiskey on him.

He recoiled, raising his arms to the sides as he stared down at his soiled suit and shirt in disgust. "Shit!" He cussed out loud while his mistress stared at the scene in shock.

The bartender who had noticed what had happened, shook his head and muttered as he wiped a glass clean with a napkin. "She's gonna get herself fired on her first day of work." He murmured to himself.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry!" Andrea kept apologizing as she desperately tried to clean his suit now. "I was clumsy, sir! My bad! I'm so so sorry! Shit! This must be a very expensive suit!" She said, securitizing his clothes.

"Damn right it is!" Mr. Harish retorted.

"Oh, forgive me! I bet my paycheck couldn't even afford it!" She sounded worried and started to clean his shirt now with the hanky she had took from him. "I'm so sorry sir! I'd pay for the laundry if I can!"

"No need!" He said, obviously still irritated while she stared at him, wearing a false look of remorse.

***

Somewhere in a five-star hotel suite, Giovanna, a top model in her early twenties was relaxed in the foamy bathtub with her head resting back against it. Up to the level of her chest, she was submerged in the water. She was waiting for someone, reliving the secret moments of their clandestine affair.

She was married to one of the most feared and respected Mafia lord, Benito Gambetta, a vicious man in his early fifties who had married her as a trophy wife. She had married him not because she loved him but because she was attracted to wealthy powerful men who could finance her extravagant lifestyle.

However, her husband was always too busy and hardly had time to meet her sexual needs and always feeling bored and lonely with being left alone often, she found herself falling for his young right-hand man, Luca, who fortunately, had always been attracted to her too.

Their secret affair had kicked off but they had been very careful to keep it very discreet from others, especially her husband, and now that her husband, Gambetta had gone out with most of his men for some business, she couldn’t wait to have Luca in her arms.

It was getting harder having to hide her emotions for him. For some reasons, Gambetta had left Luca behind which was rather unusual when he had important business to do, but Giovanna didn’t care, she was too horny to let that bother her.

Just then, she heard the sounds of footsteps and a knowing and sensual smile formed on her lips as she opened her eyes and took the glass of champagne which she had left on the edge of the tub close by, beside a chilled bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. As she sipped from the chute, the almost transparent shower curtain was suddenly pulled aside and Luca smiled down at her.

"Took you long enough to return." She said to him, returning the chute to where she had taken it.

"I had to be careful." He replied.

"Is he gone?" She asked.

"Thirty minutes is a long time... he's sure gone."

"Do you think he suspects anything?"

Luca shook his head. "He knows nothing Giovanna." He assured.

She beamed in satisfaction and said sultrily, lifting her left foot out of the soapy water. "Then we should not waste precious time...have some champagne, get out of those damn clothes and come take me now, Luca!"

He smiled at her and started unbuttoning his shirt, his growing erection almost causing a tent in his pants. In no moment, he was pleasuring her with his mouth and while she moaned, squirmed and closed her eyes to enjoy what he was doing to her. Luca was however concentrated on giving her the intense orgasm she most cherished which they both knew Gambetta was incapable of, and during all these, they both didn't notice anyone coming, but were suddenly startled by the loud clapping of hands.

Turning their heads sharply, they were shocked to see Gambetta leaning with his shoulder against the door jamb of the bathroom, still clapping his hands with four guards standing behind him. Giovanna gasped and quickly tore away from Luca, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand while Luca stood, frozen, staring at his boss in shock whose clapping slowly came to an end with a sinister smile on his face.

"I hope you have enjoyed fucking my young beautiful wife, Luca?” Gambetta spoke in Italian. Then he gazed at his petrified wife whose lower lip was quivering now and he asked her in the same language. "And Giovanna, does his young cock taste better than mine?

"B...bo...ss... It's not what you think." Luca stammered.

"Really?" Gambetta leaned away from the door. "What does this look like? You preaching to my wife?"

Luca swallowed hard and glanced at Giovanna. His cock had gone limp and he could hardly relax now that he saw Gambetta stick his palm out and a gun was placed on it by Armando from behind. "I swear I didn't mean to do this... I don't know what came over me...I was misled by the devil."

Gambetta chuckled wickedly. "Leave the devil out of this, you backstabbing bastard! I'm the devil himself! You dare share my wife with me?! My most trusted man?!" He hissed. "Do you think I was stupid when I asked you to wait behind? I wanted to confirm my suspicions and you fell for it. I keep you in charge of everything I own and yet there you were fucking my wife like the randy he-goat you are!" He said in disgust. "How long has this been going between you two?" He gestured with the gun at both of them. "A month? Two? Or perhaps you even fucked her right under my nose on our wedding night!"

Petrified, Luca suddenly bowed his head and pleaded in Italian. "Forgive me for my unredeemable sin, boss. I beg of you! Punish me if you have to but please spare her. I lured her into this. forgive me, boss."

"Bastardo!

You bastard!

" Gambetta hissed. "Even after this you dare remain loyal to her?!" He asked, aghast. "You'd rather spare her?! I raised you from the gutters so don't you give me that shit about you luring her into this because your fucking loyalty should be to me! I know the whore of a wife I married! The bitch eats cocks for breakfast! Not even the cocks of ten men will ever satisfy her so she's as guilty in this as you! Merda!

shit!

You are the least person I expected would betray me you damn filthy animal! And yet you had to go disrespecting me by screwing my wife anytime I turn my back!"

"Honey..." Giovanna started to say in a trembling voice but suddenly recoiled in fear when Gambetta yelled, pointing the gun at her now with a scowl on his face.

"You call me that one more time and I'll shatter your pretty face against the tiled wall right now, you hoe!" He held the gun down by his side and started pacing as he thought of what to do. He was clearly agitated and Luca could not even dare meet his eyes. Soon as if he had finally reached a conclusion, Gambetta said to his men. "Bring him out of the tub!"

Two of the men behind Armando and the others moved towards the bathtub and dragged Luca out while Giovanna panted, afraid for Luca as they dragged him towards Gambetta and forced him down on his knees with his arms held behind him. Gambetta glared down at him and suddenly struck him in the side of the face with the gun, splitting his lip and blood trickled down his face out of a deep gash in his temple. The men forced Luca who had bent due to the force and pain to straightened up as he clenched his jaws, wincing in pain. Giovanna was already sobbing in fear for him. "Please do not kill him!" She cried out to her husband. "Benito, please let him go I beg of you!"

Gambetta slowly looked up to glare at her then suddenly fired a shot at the wall close to her head, deliberately letting the bullet, tear out the lower part of her left ear. She screamed, forgetting her nudity and flinging her hands to her bleeding ear whose blood had splashed on the wall behind her and was now trickling through her fingers down her arm and dropping on her shoulder as she stared at her husband in disbelief. Gambetta turned, met Armando's gaze then nodded, passing across a secret message. Armando nodded and walked past him and Giovanna watched in confusion as he began to take off his clothes. The other three men behind him began to do the same and Giovanna's lower lip trembled as she watched them in trepidation. "Benito..." She called in a teary and trembling voice. "What are they doing?"

"Since just my cock is just too incompetent to satisfy you and you promptly decided to opt for Luca's, I'm only making sure that your lust is forever sated tonight." He answered apathetically.

She started to shake her head slowly as Armando stripped completely naked and started to come towards her. "No, Benito!" A sob escaped her lips as she cried out, her eyes never leaving Armando. "Benito please! Benito!" The other men who were now naked joined Armando and two roughly cleared all the candles into the bathtub with their arms, snuffing the lights out in the soapy water. "No!" Giovanna cried out, trying to scramble away from the men as she pressed herself against the wall. One of the men yanked off the shower curtain from the rung and laid it on the wet floor and Armando suddenly seized her arm. She cried hoarsely, kicked and fought but another man seized her legs as she violently struggled and they dragged her out of the bathtub and forced her down on her back on the shower curtain. "Benito!" She screamed hoarsely. "Don't let them do this! I'm your wife!" She cried. "Benito!" She sobbed.