We've Been Fucking For The Last Three Years

Repeatedly there were rumours about his connections with the shadowy business of Chicago, but this information has never been confirmed. The same can be said about the Vitiello family, which leads to the question of what is the connection between them. Salvatore Vitiello and Rocco Scuderi declined to comment. One can't help but wonder how Aria Scuderi managed to convince Luca Vitiello to give up his riotous lifestyle.

I closed the paper. What the heck? My phone rang and Grace's name popped up on the screen. Usually, she didn't call me: I'm the one who makes the appointment.

"Oh, it's a call of rage," Matteo said cheerfully.

I answered, but before I could speak, Grace's scream almost deafened me.

"And when were you going to tell me?" Her voice was irritated and aching. Matteo chuckled and finished my coffee.

"Tell you what?"

"That you're going to get married, of course!"

"It's none of your business."

"What? she screeched. - We've been fucking for the last three years. I thought I deserved..."

"You don't deserve shit, Grace. You yourself said everything. We were fucking, and if I remember correctly, we were also sleeping with someone else the whole time."

Silence.

"If you asked, I would agree to be only with you."

"I just don't need it. I don't care who fucks you." Matteo laughed softly, making me want to throw the phone right at his cute face.

"So you think I'll let you keep fucking me when you're married like nothing happened?"

"For starters, I'm not married yet. Second, you've fucked other married men before. And third, you're not special to me, I don't give a fuck if you let me fuck you or not."

"Luke," her voice became even more hysterical. "You don't mean that. Why don't we meet a little later and have some fun?" I hung up. This woman had no pride.

Matteo chuckled. Grace's tantrum brightened my day again.

"Let's go to the carpet. I can't wait to mess up your pretty little face." Matteo clapped his hands.

"Okay." I shook my head and followed him into the elevator. I had several reasons why it was urgent to let off steam, and Grace was the lesser of two evils. I needed to free myself from the need that had been born in my body since I saw Aria.

***

Two days later, the most important words in my life were inked on my chest, the thing that made me a monster forever. My father's hand tightened on my shoulder as we entered Foxy. I have been here several times before when he was discussing something with the manager. It was one of our most expensive brothels.

The whores lined up at the bar, the manager stood by. He nodded to his father, then winked at me. His father waved him off.

"You are 20 years old, Luka," said the father. I was amazed, he remembered that today is my birthday. Nothing like it had ever been seen before. You became a member of the mafia 18 months ago. You can't be a murderer and a virgin.

I blushed, my eyes fixed on the woman who definitely heard my father's words. Neither of them laughed, probably too afraid of him. I squared my shoulders, wanting to show them that they should be just as careful with me.

"Choose two," said the father, nodding in the direction of the whores.

I was shocked to finally realize why I'm here. Slowly, I made my way towards the woman, trying to look calm even though my stomach was churning with nerves.

I was almost a hundred and seventy centimetres tall, already too tall for my thirteen years, so that women, despite their high heels, were at eye level.

They weren't exactly dressed, in short skirts and bras. My eyes skimmed over their chests. They all had big boobs and I couldn't stop staring. I've only seen a few naked women in our strip clubs, but always in passing, never so explicitly. They were all pretty and I pointed to the brunette and the blonde.

The father nodded. One of the women took my hand and led me to the back door. The second one was next. In the end, I ended up alone with them in a large room at the back of Foxy. I swallowed, trying to act like I knew what was about to happen. I watched porn and listened to the stories of other mafia men, but everything felt different.

The blonde began to slowly undress, touching herself all over; I couldn't look away, but I tensed as I felt my pants get tight. The brunette smiled insincerely at me and came up to me, I tensed even more, feeling her touch on my chest.