Sniping Her Mafia King

"I don't even like jocks," Deidre protested.

"He's smart," Arwen pulled up a page on the internet. "He graduated university even while playing the NHL with a degree in business economics and a four point oh."

They were sitting in the middle of Arwen's bed, sharing a pizza, and looking up Mathis online. Deidre had Miley on facetime and was texting Portia frantically. Arwen was reveling in her cousin behaving like a typical nineteen-year-old woman and was coaxing and prodding her. "Why is he interested in me? I'm plus sized, scarred and lame." She twisted her hair over her upper lip like a mustache as she contemplated the way the six-foot four athlete had towered over her five-foot-six frame. "It's the eyes," Arwen teased.

"He's out of my league," Deidre moaned in confusion.

"If he makes you cry, Arwen can shoot him." Miley said through the facetime screen. "She's a huntress."

"Done," Arwen grinned as she bit into her second piece of pizza. "I can pick off a cockroach in a mall. Shouldn't be hard to find his pecker."

"Arwen!" Deidre slapped at her as she tried not to giggle but failed miserably.

"Speaking of peckers," Arwen held up her phone and grimaced, "Adrianu Cavallaro. Excuse me ladies. I'll take this on the patio."

She pushed the slider open and stepped onto the balcony. "Mr. Cavallaro. What can I do for you?"

"The name of the FBI agent who was in your office today?"

"Why?" she wrinkled her brow as she leaned over the edge of the balcony and looked down the seven floors below. Not near as high as his penthouse suite. She could see the pretty tree-lined street below with cars parked on either side. The hotel was in a quieter part of town. She liked it here. It was Bellona owned and even on the balconies, all conversations were scrambled and incapable of being picked up.

"Arwen do not argue with me. I have other ways to find out. I'm trying to be respectful and ask you first."

"You're asking me first because you haven't been able to find out on your own yet and it's bothering the s**t out of you." She retorted dryly and took another bite of her pizza.

"Are you chewing in my ear?"

"You interrupted my dinner."

"Where are you?"

"In my hotel room. We were having pizza in bed, and you interrupted."

"Who is we?" Suddenly his voice was icy.

Arwen considered her ear might be frostbit by his tone. She decided to f**k with him. "Addy, why are you calling me? You said you'd only have an answer for me on Wednesday. What I do between now and then is my business."

"Who are you with?" he demanded furiously.

"None of your business." She responded equally angry. "Listen Mr. Cavallaro. You need to stop playing hot and cold with me. Either you want me, and it includes my sassy mouth and the risk I could shoot it off in front of your underlings, or you don't want me. You don't get to flip flop like a stranded fish on a beach from one side to the other until you decide you need to f**k again."

"Arwen," his voice was a quiet threat warning her to stop speaking

She disregarded it, "no. You made the choice Friday night. We are where we are because of your rules, your choices, and your stubbornness. I listened like a good girl just as you demanded," she whispered the words seductively in her ear, "and I didn't touch myself after you kissed me in my office on Friday. Instead of f*****g my own brains out with any of my toys, I obeyed you. I thought, maybe, just maybe you were the one who could, even if just temporarily, be the master to the mistress I crave in the bedroom. Then you left me high and dry Friday night." She stretched her foot up on the rail of the balcony and stretched out. "You left me no choice on Saturday but to find someone else to play with. Then you intercepted. I don't regret what we did in the bathroom, and I understand why you didn't come to my house to finish what you started but you still let me down. I obeyed you all weekend Addy. I haven't touched myself even once," she revealed to him and heard his slow groan at her words. "Today, you made it clear, even after me being the good girl I was for you, I wasn't worth it. You need time, days even, to make up your mind to decide if you're willing to bend with me and compromise."

"That's not true. You said you were going away."

"And you said I'd only have my answer on Wednesday. I'm not a toy to break Addy. You think two days away from you will break me. Make me so desperate for your thick c**k and I'll suddenly acquiesce to your demands of being the perfect little mafia queen, bowing down to her king so all his loyal subjects know he's the perfect ruler. I know what you're doing. You are of the opinion I'll be desperate for your attention I will cave. You call me tonight, all bossy and demanding and making my p***y wet. Tomorrow, you'll send me a couple of texts with instructions and by Wednesday I'll be bent over your knee for a few slaps to the a*s and I'll be kissing the ring, begging you to make me yours?"

"Madre de dio," he cursed furiously into the phone. "Your tongue needs to be tamed!"

His voice was hot like molten lava now, the iciness long gone. She'd pushed him far and she hoisted up on the edge of the balcony, her head swimming with power over him. "You underestimate me, Addy, or maybe you overestimate your control over me. This isn't my first rodeo with a dominant man, Mr. Cavallaro. I love to play games but not at the risk of losing who I am in the process." She noted the pizza she'd been munching on earlier was now curled up in her hand. She tossed it in a bin nearby.

"You are going to tell me the name of the man you are with right now."

"No." she hung up the phone.

Immediately he called back. She answered on the third ring. "What do you want?"

"You are trying my patience."

She hung up again grinning like the Cheshire cat. It wasn't as if he was going to suddenly show up in Boston and charge her room like a jealous lover. She knew he was in his hotel suite. He himself had said if she didn't agree to his rules they were done. Either he changed the rules, or they were.

Her phone rang again, and she waited until the sixth ring this time, "are you going to continue to threaten me or are you so deep in neanderthal territory you're too far gone."

"Woman," his breaths were measured, and she considered he was probably squeezing his cell phone tight until his knuckles were white. It gave her perverse pleasure. "Do not hang up on me again." "Why? Is it disrespectful?"

"You did it to me already earlier today and I was busy and didn't have time. Now you've hung up multiple times and it is rude."

"Rude is expecting me to continue a conversation which is fruitless. We keep saying the same things over and over and neither of us are willing to back down. It's silly really."

"Where are you sitting, the person you are in a hotel room with isn't upset by our conversation?" he switched gears.

"Balcony." She perched on the corner and took a selfie of herself sitting with no hands leaned back and sent it to him.

"Get down," he said after viewing the photo.

"I like it up here." She giggled at his frustrated groan.

"Why is everything a bloody argument with you?"

"Because you don't know how to ask nicely."

"Why are you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts on a balcony all alone?"

"Because I went for a workout in the hotel's gym, then went for a walk to get my pizza. We had just started eating when you called."

"Who is the other individual in the we?"

"Now Addy, I believe I already told you, I'm not telling you, their name."

"Are you there with the FBI agent?"

She gagged hard at his suggestion, "f**k no. If my choices were never to have s*x again and have my lady bits dry up or f**k Agent Shrimp Taco, I'm joining a cloister of nuns and I'm not even Catholic." "Why do you hate him? Why is he so protective of you he needed to warn you away from me?"

"I met him years ago after the house explosion. He felt bad for me and Dee. Wanted to take us under his wings. He's not my type."

"And what is your type?"

"Strong, dominating, powerful. A man who knows what he wants and how to get it," she paused, "but also one who is respectful. Appreciates my femininity but acknowledges my strength. Doesn't expect me to cede my own power to feed his ego. A guy who doesn't have to make me feel little to make himself feel big. Just because I like a daddy in the bedroom, doesn't mean I need one in the rest of my life."

"And you let Henry be your daddy? Did you call him daddy?"

"None of your business. Did you hurt him? I tried to call him yesterday to apologize for bailing on him, but he didn't pick up once which leads me to believe you scared him off."

"You don't speak to him again."

"Or what?"

"I put a bullet in his head," Addy's voice left no question as to whether or not he meant it. "As it stands right now, he knows you are mine. My resorts and hotels are one of his biggest clients. He knows who is in control. Do not make me kill him and have to deal with his moron of a son for my linens."

She rolled her eyes, "you would kill a man just because -"

"Because he put you in latex, suspended you from his ceiling on that god damn contraption and f****d you? Yes." Addy said hotly.

"Jesus Chris did you go to his house?" She knew exactly what contraption he was referring to.

"No. My men did. They dismantled it as well."

"Adrianu Cavallaro. Not fair."

"Why do you care? You're never setting foot in his lair of depravity again anyway."

"Lair of depravity?" She couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"Arwen, are you sure everything he ever did in there was consensual? He had a horsewhip."

"Yes," she laughed at his question. "Most of the things in there, were things I picked out. He didn't really like spanking me or flogging me. He liked making me feel better after. Henry is about kissing the booboos better, Adrianu, not inflicting the pain. He's a very nurturing man. It's why we didn't get along outside of the bedroom. He likes to smother with his love. It's hard for a woman as independent as I am to deal with."

"I cannot believe we are even discussing this."

"Me either," she waved at Deidre who came to the door. She put her fingers to her lips at her signaling her to be quiet. "Just a second Addy. I'm going to mute you for a minute." She didn't mute him and grinned devilishly as Deidre slid the patio doors open and gave a cough, "hi my love. What do you need?"

Deidre immediately knew what Arwen was doing and her blue eyes danced with glee as she held up the last slice of pizza. "No sweetheart, you can have the last slice. I'll find something to feast on after. We should watch one of those rental movies and get to bed soon."

Deidre was doubled over laughing and she shook her head. Deidre made a sign of a noose around her head and hanging herself in a symbol to show her Addy was going to kill her, but she was laughing, "oh babe, I don't know if I want to be tied up tonight." The sound of Deidre's guffaw of laughter was loud and she slammed the doors quickly to muffle the sound.

She looked to the phone and watched the timer ticking and grinned he was still there. She could picture him fuming. "Hey, sorry about that. There's only one slice of pizza left. They were being very considerate of my needs." "You forgot to mute me."

"Oh," she smirked knowing damn well she had.

"You are toying with me, mia cara." He clicked his tongue, "who is watching the chickens while you and Deidre are in Boston?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"I heard her snort laugh," he chuckled lowly, suddenly in a good mood. "You are the devil."

"Takes one to know one. You're a jealous boob."

"Perhaps but you should know better than to mess with me like this. You will pay the price."

"I told you before. I'm not afraid of you Adrianu. Not even a little. I'm afraid of me and being unable to compartmentalize when this all goes away, but of you as a man, I am not fearful in the least."

"Why is Deidre not in school this week?"

Arwen looked at her cousin who was back on the bed, munching on the last slice of pizza and talking excitedly to Miley via video. "She had a rough day today. She tried a new makeup to hide her scars and it didn't go well. One of the girls said something in front of the guy she likes, and she was humiliated." His curse echoed in her ear, and she smiled wickedly as his emotion echoed hers, "I took care of it. I made sure the little b***h will never breath Deidre's name again and if she does, I will personally ruin her life. Nobody messes with my baby girl."

"Family is everything," he agreed quietly.

"Adrianu, why did the feds have you?"

He took a breath, "the two girls you are treating?"

"Yes."

"A family rival shipped them. My father had made a handful of horrible bargains with the man as if they were going to merge families through selling women. I do not know how much truth there is to this, but the feds believe a container of women sent by my father from our shipyard back home arrived in New York last Saturday. They allegedly convince these girls to willingly get in the container with promises of a better life and then they abuse them on the ships. Starve them. Beat them. Rape them. They break them Arwen and they arrived here originally thinking they were being smuggled into America for a better life but instead learning on the ship they were being trafficked. It is possible my father put a container of women just like our rival had, but I have been through every single container on the dock owned by my family."

"And they're not there?" she already knew the answer.

"No. Every container on the manifest is accounted for. Two containers were empty but there is no sign anyone was ever in them. In fact, it looks more like a handful of my father's men may have smuggled other things and then stole it under my nose. They'll pay for it. Nobody steals from me."

"Who would do this to you Addy?" She asked quietly, "I thought if you were the boss, you were the boss?"

"I am the head of the family. Getting rid of me means one of my cousins would be the head of my family." "Why not just kill you?"

He chuckled at her blunt question, "because if someone shoots me, those loyal to me will hunt them down and kill them. If they take down my entire organization with help from the feds, then they can step in without much backlash."

"But now you know you have a mole and a traitor."

"Had."

"Oh," she grinned at his blunt word and then giggled.

"Cara, did you just laugh?"

"Maybe?" she chuckled again.

"Let us change the subject from something nasty to something more pleasurable."

"Such as?"

"How tight you felt in the bathroom Saturday night."

"Ah hell," she squirmed at his words. "No way. We are not doing phone s*x with my cousin ten feet away." She stood off the balcony and faced the street, looking at the hotel across from her, her back to her cousin.

"You tasted incredible. All I wanted was to go to your house, knock on your door like the big bad wolf and eat your p***y for hours after I spanked your a*s and before I f****d you into oblivion."

She groaned, at his hot words, "stop," she whispered.

"Mia cara, I cannot stop thinking of it. When I was in my holding cell all I could think of was how f*****g wet you were. Your juices were running down your legs. I wanted to drink every drop."

Her legs were trembling now. "Addy, please." She closed her eyes against the rush of his dirty words.

"Do you know what I want to do?" his voice was deliberate and sensual. "I want to tie you to my bed and alternate between ice cubes and candle wax, while I f**k every single orifice of your body. I want to make you squirt c*m all over my face and my c**k. I want you to swallow my o****m down your gullet while tears stream down your face as you choke on my rod. I want to do it all while you are incapable of moving away from me, tethered to my bed like my prisoner while you scream and beg for more and more and more." Her breath was short as he continued speaking dirty, nasty words into her ears and she sunk to her knees, her eyes closed as he painted the most vivid picture with his thick smoky accent and his clear grasp of the English language. She forced herself to remember Deidre was feet away as she squeezed her thighs together, sitting now on her bottom whilst burying her face against her knees as he made promises to her which caused goosebumps to arise all over her body.

She whimpered when he called her name. "Yes?"

"All you have to do, is give in."

Like a dousing of ice-cold water over her entire body, she went rigid where she sat on the concrete pad of the balcony and squeezed her eyes tight hating he was making her feel so weak. She whispered the one word she wasn't sure she had the strength to before hanging up. "Never."