A Mafia Family Ch. 01

"Where the fuck are you going?" Mario asked, now angrier than before.

Eleanor turned around, still in the same faze from before as she replied to her husband. "To pack." She simply stated and continued on her way to the master bedroom, the cigar still burning between the fingers of her right hand.

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London, England

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Tony Marinetti fucked his new plaything of the night viciously and deep. His muscles were already burning and straining at their limit, but he ignored it and re-focused on the female that was the root cause for the immense pleasure his body was absorbing.

They were fucking missionary, the red haired companion tightly wrapping her legs around Tony's waist, as if wanting to pull him deeper into her. Tony's head was comfortably nuzzled in Aida's shoulder, biting down and leaving his mark on her while his right hand painfully teased a luscious nipple. The bed synced with the movements of their bodies and kept hitting the wall, causing loud bangs that transported through the room and into the hall outside, accompanied with their groans and moans.

In the last room down the hall on the right, Emily Van Woven had attempted several times to sleep but to no avail. The noise of the intense love-making kept her awake and she couldn't help but let her imaginary side of being a chef go wild and firmly envision her employer, glistening in sweat and his firm and bulky body moving strongly. She blinked several times and gazed at the ceiling, punishing herself for those overcoming thoughts. But it wasn't entirely her fault, she reasoned. Her boss was incredibly sexy that it should be illegal, the things and effects he controlled over women was absurd.

She heard another loud bang followed by a series of moans, making Emily bite her bottom-lip and toss onto her back. She closed her eyes again, her breathing deepening as she imagined Tony over her, nibbling on her neck. The images that flashed in her mind were lucid and so vivid that she could firmly smell his sweet scent. Emily couldn't hold back anymore as she allowed on hand to grasp a tit while the other travelled down her nightgown and into her knickers. She cursed the profile of her boss again as she began to rub the thick outer lips of her pussy, grunting at the touch of pleasure.

Tony grunted loudly as he pulled out from the insatiable tight vagina. He was about to collapse but held on as he sought the finish of this fuck session, thus getting a strong hold of Aida's legs, forcing her onto her stomach, her face hiding in a soft pillow and her ass presented highly to her prince.

Tony licked his lips. He smacked one of Aida's ass cheeks, gaining pleasure from hearing her howl. He entered her in one motion, making Aida scream from the things he made her feel, needing more of him. Grabbing Aida's silky blonde hair, he pulled on it, his other hand twisting to the front of her neck while continuing fucking her wickedly, like a man on a mission, he was thirsting for his own finish as well as hers.

Emily heard the smacking of the bodies, fuelling her hands to continue their magic on the pussy. She couldn't hold back anymore and inserted two fingers, moving the hand that was occupying and teasing her nipple to her clit and began to slowly stroke it in sync with her fingers. This stimulated her pleasure tanks and a thick trail of her honey was flowing out. She groaned louder and louder, her hands moving faster and faster, as her own pace mimicked the pace of the couple down the hall who were fucking furiously.

Tony had heard the moans from down the hall and knew very well the origin of them, but disregarded them for the moment and instead bookmarked this information to discuss at a later time tomorrow. For now he was nearing his orgasm and could feel that Aida was closer to it than him. He let go of her neck and instead bit down hard on it, making Aida split her eyes open from the intense pleasure, and in a mere second, after Tony kept hitting all her sensitive and right spots, she fell stiff and squirted all over his iron dick, her mouth opening wide yet no sound escaping her soul while it was in a state of ecstasy.

Tony thought his cock was about to fall off as he witnessed his partner reaching her orgasm way prior to his, contracting her pussy walls tightly around his member. But he couldn't deny it. His face was filled with an expression of thrill. There was nothing more enjoyable for him than being in control over someone's pleasure, to be able to make them feel good and gift them what they desire. It was almost god-like and he felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins, giving his exhausted body a last shot at finishing the job.

Marinetti didn't waste any time, grabbing Aida firmly again, he rolled her onto her back, pulled her legs up and placed them on his wide shoulders, lined up his still hard dick against her wet opening and slowly entered again, this time relishing everything he felt; from the warmness of his nightly safe-haven to the tightness of the walls wrapped around his dick. He glanced at Aida, whose face was partially covered by her now frizzled hair, and saw a look of satisfaction and hunger. He knew that although she already came, that she wanted more. Aida needed more of him.

Emily felt a wave of pure jealousy wash over her as she heard the female companion rushing to an orgasm.

"Undeserved bitch." She muttered.

But that didn't stop her from nearing her own finish line, her lips swelling and becoming puffy, her legs beginning to quiver. She was so damn close. Her breathing intensified, she added another finger into her cunt and bit down hard on her lip, trying to stop from screaming. Her ears were listening with the highest concentration to the other bedroom. She heard Tony moaning louder and louder and knew that he was mere seconds from cumming, and so she picked up the pace herself, in sync with her employer.

Tony grinded perfectly into Aida, holding her legs tightly as he dominated her sex creating another rise of moans from the two. He titled slightly forward, stretching Aida out and grabbing her firm tits. Tony groaned loudly and right before commencing his orgasm, he dropped Aida's legs on either side of him, which she quickly wrapped around his waist, and then went down, locking her lips in a passionate encounter. Not holding back anymore, Tony began to orgasm, his dick contracting powerfully and cumming a bucket into Aida. This intense experience made Aida roll her head back, eyes shut and entering her very own world of explicit ecstasy.

The aftermath consisted of several heated bodies breathing heavily. Tony tussled away from Aida, wiped his lips and walked to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind him. Alone in there, he glanced at his reflection, analysing his structure and every single detail while cooling down. He found it amusing, how he was this Greek-god walking the roads of Earth, blessed with intellect many would kill for and looks most paid for, yet he has no collection of memories of the history of his genes. In a profession where was dedicated to examine the past and predict the future, his very own past was a blank 'X'. He had passports from several countries, stating his place of birth to be different locations in every one of them. He doesn't remember anything before the age of eleven, and sometimes, when he was alone at night, in times like these, that very fact scared the shit out of him. But thanks to Vito Vitali, a vital piece of a puzzle was found, and Tony couldn't help the excitement from building up inside of him.

Tony blinked, shook his head like he always did, and the familiar intense and focused gaze returned. He smirked knowingly. Tony Marinetti was back to business and back to reality. Opening the bathroom door, he leaned against the doorframe and watched Aida slip slowly into a slumber. He found her beautiful, angelic-like with her light blond hair and pale complexion. But despite her prettiness, he felt nothing towards her. She meant nothing to him besides a memory of shared pleasure. A memory that will be soon forgotten and by noon tomorrow, any contact to and from her will cease to exist. Tony Marinetti lived a dangerous life paved by the choice of his profession. So he knew better than to let his guards down, or worse yet, do something idiotic like starting a family. He was fully aware, that a family would be his weakness and that he cannot afford. The only reason why he was known as the Keiser of Europe was because of the lack of openings possible to his enemies, he had no one they could threaten and that made everything fifty times more difficult already, and Tony intended on keeping things the same.

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Somewhere above the North-Atlantic Ocean

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"Another glass of champagne Madam?" The flight-attendant asked.

This was the fourth time he offered, and Eleanor couldn't help but smile at the poor puppy of a man who was falling victim to her insatiable looks and charms. Leaning forward a little bit, Eleanor pretended to have not been able to hear what he said. She used this chance to give the cute young male a little peek at her large assets down the blouse. She saw him blush instantly and couldn't help but feel empowered by the effects she placed upon men.

"I would welcome one now, thank you." She spoke slowly and sultry, knowing full well what consequences her voice brought.

As soon as the man disappeared, she returned her attention to the laptop screen in front of her, her brows furrowing again as she continued her research.

Tony Marinetti was a shadowy figure. Not much was known about him, except for the well-known yet almost never spoken nickname; The Keiser. Eleanor understood why. He had his hands in almost every deal spanning across all of Europe and even deep into Russia's highly complex network interlinking in Moscow. He moved in cautious and aware to every move made, like a maestro playing a game of chess, he knew everyone's moves before they did. They always said that knowledge was the most powerful weapon, certainly the most lucrative too, and Tony Marinetti infested into it.

"Here's your glass madam."

Eleanor took the drink, this time disregarding the male admirer. She was deep in thoughts as she waved off the flight-attendant and sipped on the expensive alcohol. She was content with the drink.

She swiped across several photographs taken of Tony Marinetti, or more like attempts as in every single one his face was either covered by an obstruction because of the angle, or his security guards were protecting him from sight. She crossed the features she could pick up from across the databases of several government's intelligence, but no results were found. He was a ghost. A man non-existent officially. She was frustrated that he achieved the almost impossible, with more power, wealth and influence than any other figure of importance in history. But somewhere deep down, Eleanor felt a sense of proudness overwhelming her and pushing her to the verge of tears, which she strongly fought back.

'The age must be taking a toll on me.' She thought while wiping any wetness around her eyes and attempting to stop her mascara from being completely ruined.

If Eleanor was successful in her mission, than the Vicenti family would be in conjuncture with Marinetti, putting them above the Russian's and the Japs. But if she failed, she could lose everything. The simple of thought of every single attribute she worked so hard for to vanish so easily was rather scary, but it was a risky gamble she was willing to take, not to satisfy her own greed and ambition, but for the family, and to that she raised her glass and took a sip.

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London, UK

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The restaurant was dead quiet. Besides the staff, who were awkwardly standing around reserved in each of their corners, there were no customers but only one. Classical French music was playing in the background creating a calm and elegant atmosphere throughout the space. The establishment was high-end with several Michelin Stars earned. It was home to the wealthy independents during lunch and dinner hours.

The restaurant was managed to perfection of every single detail, from the crisp white-linen covering the tables to the exact dim of the lights. 'Moreau' was a restaurant often tagged 'Harmony', because the staff worked incredibly hard to achieve every possible little measure in sync with the rest.

And it was at this brilliant restaurant that Tony Marinetti was sipping on a glass of expensive red wine while waiting for his dinner companion. He was early by ten minutes, as he usually liked to be, in order to observe and analyse the surroundings. His security wasn't with him. That was a sign of respect he was offering to his dinner guest tonight.

Tony glanced at his Rolex and calmly took another sip. The designated time was nearing. Tony smoothed his dinner tie and made sure it looked neat. The Italian tie matched his black suit, the jacket double breasted, with Italian leather shoes on his feet. Tony looked and smelled perfect, and he hoped his date would certainly try to at least match his selection of wear.

Before he could finish that thought, he heard the garcon welcoming a person and directing them over to him. Tony turned and smugly glanced at the woman who was wearing a sheer black dress, which was hugging her figure tightly showcasing her incredibly curves. The dress was matched with heels, although due to the length of the dress, were invisible to Tony. Her generous peek down her cleavage was accommodated by a very expensive necklace made of crystals embezzled neatly around the neck. It looked fragile.

Tony observed the way she was carrying herself, so light, confident and mesmerising. She was fully aware of her devilish charms and knew how to work them to her advantage, abusing them. Tony guessed that was the way she had gotten everything she built so far, but he wasn't ignorant enough to not see that the amount of beauty she possessed did not match the scary intellect she hid behind those emerald eyes, the same piercing green reflected in Tony's.

Eleanor noticed the gaze of the man and could feel herself blush. She was walking with confidence, but her heart was beating harder than ever and she couldn't help but hold her breath under his intense stare. She felt as though she was getting undressed by his eyes, feeling completely and utterly naked and vulnerable, an attribute she hasn't felt in a very long time.

Pulling her Italian strength together, Eleanor returned the gaze with the same level of intensity, this time it was he turn to observe and analyse. She was impressed by his build, clearly he worked out a lot and was blessed with all the right genes, as she noticed him towering over the table despite being seated. He was too big for the chair. At that thought she couldn't help but smile. He was a true beast and she briefly licked her lips, before realising her mistake and trying to cover it by running a hand through her silky black hair. However, Tony saw it crystal clear and was about to smile, but acknowledging her mistake would be his mistake, and so he simply turned around, stood up, buttoned his dinner jacket and walked a few steps to Eleanor, his hand leading.

"Good evening, mother." Tony said, gazing into her eyes.

Eleanor held his look, returning the same level of intensity and emotion, before speaking. "Hello, son."

They both shook hands and smiled at each other, their minds already racing with the business proposals each wanted to advocate over the next 90 minutes.

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London UK - Two hours later

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Tony couldn't fathom the scene enfolding in front of him. He was naked from the top, his trousers still hanging onto his waist, but his dick rising past the zip and emerging as the beast it was with a life of its own. It was held by two small hands, wrapped slowly around it and stroking it gently. Eleanor, his own mother, was on her knees, topless and blessing Tony with the sight of her incredibly big and firm bust, her nipples were fucking hard. Eleanor looked up at her son, the passion in her emerald eyes mimicking his. She winked at him before letting her saliva drip sensually on his dick, making Tony groan loudly.

"Oh my god."

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TBC

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Author's Note:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Dear readers,

I do hope you enjoyed this story. I tried to make it interesting wherever I could and I know there wasn't much element of incest in this particular arc of the story, but I promise it will pick up in the next ones, so please do bear with me.

Please do like and leave a comment, I welcome all feedback. I am still a beginner at writing but I do hope you enjoyed the character building in this first instalment.

I am not sure when the next part will be released as I am nearing some university deadlines, lol, but I did enjoy writing this story and so will try my best to get it done ASAP.

With that being said, thank you for reading this far.

Yours truly,

MyRy