One Night Only

Dante

I’m still in New York, but I have to return to Italy as soon as possible. I have some business to sort out.

It’s been a day since I left Esmeralda’s house. I left her more furious than usual. Every time I have her around I want her more and more. It makes me despair that I can’t make her mine. Since I can’t take it by force, I resist. I still don’t know where all this willpower comes from. If he continues to refuse, I will have to act on instinct, since I do not know how much longer I will be able to control myself.

Now I’m at my company, right in my office. Edgardo withdraws and goes to his. I have unfinished business to discuss with your son, important information that you have to deliver to me, and he is not aware of it. I don’t want him to know either. I know you already have information about Lionel Bachman. Until I solve that problem, I won’t be able to focus on anything else.

“Come in. “I say when there is a knock on the door. I guess it’s Ivan. What did you find?” I question him as soon as he enters the office. I find myself sitting in the chair in front of the desk.

“Lionel Bachman Rutherford. His father is German and his mother is of Scottish origin. He is 52 years old. Apparently, an only child. No wife and children. His only relatives were his parents, but a couple of years ago they passed away. There is absolutely nothing, only that he has a mistress. I don’t think he cares if we kidnap his officer whore.

I look at him puzzled. It can’t be that they haven’t found anything. He must be hiding something. He must have something that is his weak point.

“I don’t think so. There must be something. “I mumble. I feel like he’s hiding something. It can’t be that I don’t have a weak point.

We have to look further, get to the bottom and find the problem, which will be my fucking benefit.

“Well, there isn’t,” says my friend’s fool. In the meantime, have a seat.

“I don’t care what you have to do, but I want you to find something,” I say annoyingly. Move land or sea to find something to help us so we can strike the blow. He must have his Achilles heel, like everyone else.

I stand up and walk to the table, where I have the whiskey. I’ll have a drink. I want to get my courage down, and that helps me somewhat.

My friend berates me with his eyes and I just ignore him.

“There is something more important that I have to inform you. The guy has a lot of power. He stands very well with policemen and business people. He has a lot of people bought, and not only that, his organization is allied with the mafia of Asia and the other part of Europe. I mean, their territory is wider than ours.

Damn it! I can’t believe someone is more powerful than our organization. We are the second ones, since the first ones are the Russian bastards.

“Damn it!

“I recommend you to be more careful yourself, since you have that girl, you are risking that something will be done to her. I remind you that they have to win and we have to lose.

He’s right. Like most of the time, he always gets something right.

I’m putting her in danger. I have to make sure she’s okay. Well, I shouldn’t care about that.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“And I remind you that it’s only sex that I want with her, no more, no less, more than that, so, if they do something to her, it would be none of my business anymore.

I take another swig from the glass, which contained whiskey, and light a cigarette. I hope that helps me in some way, since the drink didn’t work.

“Aren’t you supposed to have left him?” he asks his stupid question. I glared at him, and he just shook his head. Okay, I won’t say anything,” he replies irritably. Coming back to the girl, if that’s how you say, then why don’t you take her by force?, and so you get rid of those desires and stop wasting time with her.

I sit back in my seat and take a puff on the cigar.

“I may be a fucking murderer, the very Devil in the mafia, guns and fights, but I would never take a woman against her will no matter how much I want it.

“Well, you need to get this over with before an innocent woman and her family are in danger.

“As I told you, I don’t care what happens to him. When I get what I want, I’ll set her free. Just one night will be enough. “I try to sound very confident.

“If you say so…” he says sarcastically.

I don’t even believe it myself. That little firecracker sneaked all over my being. I’m going crazy, but I don’t want to admit it. I get to the point of losing my mind just because of her. If I am frank, I accept it only for myself. I don’t want anything bad to happen to him, I just don’t want to secure him in front of anyone, not even my friend. I need her to be safe, and the best way is to kidnap her and take her to Italy, even if that raises suspicions, but it’s the only place where she’ll be safe.

I’m just sitting in my office. I look at the restlessness of the outside; it’s a beautiful view. From the top floor of my building I can contemplate the sky and some birds flying. I also manage to see the nearest streets, where people, families or happy couples pass by. They have a normal life. I will never be able to do it, nor the woman who is with me, much less some possible children. Thinking about having them is something I shouldn’t do. For that reason, I don’t want to have a family. It’s one of those days that you can spend with your family. If I had her, I would hug and fuck a simple woman. He would lead a practical life with common problems. But such a life is not in my plans even if I wanted it. My world is not simple.

Still, I want to know more about her. What will he be doing now? I keep thinking about her, she is always present in my mind, especially when I find myself in a dangerous situation. Every morning, when I wake up, it’s the first thing I remember; her beautiful emerald eyes. Maybe it does affect me the desire I have for him. As my friend said, maybe it is necessary to end it once and for all and thus get out of those overwhelmed thoughts.

Even though I have her phone number, since the lawyer gave me the information I never called her or wrote to her, and I don’t plan to do so. I know that with that I can also put her at risk, because the phones may be tapped. Ivan and Franco are always in charge of checking them, but I still don’t trust them. When I call to notify or ask for information about something, I speak in code. I’m always cautious.

“State. “It’s a way of asking to find out information about her.

“Everything is in order. The kitten is still at home. “It’s a code way of calling her, but to me she’s like a feline, a kitten.

“Perfect. In a few more minutes you will receive some indications of what you will have to do.

“That will be done, boss, as soon as you tell us,” replies the guard I have in charge of watching Esmeralda.

I feel calmer knowing that he is still at home. With all this stuff I’m getting crazier. The good thing about this is that I went ahead and put surveillance on him. However, now I need to change the orders a little. I must tell them to protect her, to be her bodyguards more than anything, but without her noticing, that way they won’t be able to hurt her. I have to think very hard about the next moves to keep her safe. I must do it even if I deny it in front of my colleagues. I dragged her to my hell and maybe put her in danger, for that reason I have to think ahead of time, so my duty is to protect her.

I try to concentrate on what I have pending. I must call the other allies and keep them all informed of what is coming with the Germans, because it is my duty as the leader of the Italian mafia and as in charge of the organization of the entire European continent. I finish with the matters I had planned, although I still lack some. I’m going to the hotel where I’m staying, which, in turn, is one of my possessions. I need to rest. I am staying in one of the suites, which is the largest and was made by my orders.

It’s a nice sunny day, but neither my head nor my eyesight are there to take it. I close the curtains and go to bed. I feel exhausted, but I can’t sleep. No matter how tired I am, I can never rest. It has always been an agony for me not to sleep. I know that much less will I do it now, with so many problems that are to come.

Suddenly, the memory comes to me of the day I was locked in a toilet cubicle with her. Having her this close, touching her and kissing her, made me think about what it would be like to sleep with her in the same bed, to have her in my arms and not let her go, to be able to sleep together all morning and part of the day…

I am completely lost in thinking such things. I’ve never shared a bed with a woman. Apparently, I’m delusional with those thoughts. The hard and cold man who never cared about anyone is getting to know firsthand what it’s like to live without living. The man who one day swore never to lose his mind for any woman, that he would never feel anything but desire, falls like an idiot before those precious eyes of a small but fierce blonde.

I can’t understand the reason why if I haven’t made it mine even once yet. Maybe it’s a whim, as Ivan said, but something tells me that it’s more than that, since never in my life had any woman made me feel something like she does. Among so many women I’ve fucked, none of them aroused anything that was nothing but pleasure, and this little girl just by seeing and touching her already has me hooked, tied to her beauty and her not easy character. Maybe that’s what made me stupid. However, I like everything about her and it drives me crazy… until I lose control.

The photo that Charlie gave me with her information is in my wallet. If my friends find out about it, they’ll say I’m in love. I wouldn’t describe it that way. I’ve never felt that feeling, but I don’t think I am. It’s mostly for having her around and to calm my wild instincts that I have towards her. I’m not going to deny that at some moments I masturbated watching her and remembering how I touched her. It is more than anything desire, possession. That’s right. I even asked myself why I didn’t buy it and got it by force. I feel that it is getting further and further out of my reach despite being able to pay and having so much money to have it brought to me any time I want. With just a snap of my fingers I can have anything I want, even her. However, there is something in me that tells me that I have to do things correctly, never force anything. The damn Devil is softened by a beautiful creature, one that even she doesn’t know what she provokes in me.

Deep down I know that nothing good can bring this. If this gets out of hand, and actually out more than desire, I know I will never be ready to have a normal relationship. I am aware that, if she were part of my life, sooner or later she would get tired of my hell. She doesn’t deserve to live in a world like this, full of danger, where she could be hurt at any moment. That fills me with anger. The very thought that they will lay a finger on him makes me angry.

I won’t let her get hurt. I don’t want her to live in my world, but I don’t want to get away from her either. What can I do? When I have her away, I want her more by my side.

After thinking all that in my mind I came to a definitive decision; I accepted that my desire is much more than just one night. I want to have her with me and make her mine completely in every aspect. I’m not willing to let her go ever.