A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

With the gun aimed at Dave, the man was all set to pull the trigger. As he pressed his finger onto the trigger, he took great care to aim straight for Dave’s head. However, it appeared that fate had other plans for Dave because just as the man was on the brink of squeezing that trigger, a doctor suddenly emerged from the surgery recovery area. Marisa and Dave, who had been nervously waiting, rushed towards the doctor together. Alejandro’s henchman cursed loudly in frustration as he missed yet another opportunity to eliminate Dave.

“Doctor,” Marisa began, her voice quivering with anticipation, “Can I go and see my son now? Is he alright?”

The doctor, a kind and compassionate individual, smiled reassuringly at Marisa and replied, “Yes, you can go see him. Jeffrey’s surgery went well, and he’s currently in the recovery area. However, he’s still asleep due to the anesthesia. You can be with him, but it might take some time before he wakes up.”

Marisa nodded with gratitude, her heart feeling lighter with the news of her son’s successful surgery. She turned to Dave and said, “Thank you for being here with me, Dave. Would you like to come with me to see Jeffrey?”

Dave smiled warmly and nodded, “Of course, Marisa. I’d be honored to meet your son.”

Together, they followed the doctor as he led them to the recovery area. Marisa’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety as they approached the room where Jeffrey was resting.

Inside the recovery room, they found Jeffrey lying on a hospital bed, connected to various monitors and machines. Marisa rushed to her son’s bedside, her eyes filled with tears of relief and love.

Jeffrey looked peaceful, a small smile gracing his face even in his slumber. Marisa gently touched his hand and whispered, “My brave boy, you did so well. Mommy is here.”

Dave stood beside Marisa, a silent but supportive presence. He watched the tender moment between mother and son, knowing that he had been part of this journey and had made a difference during a difficult time.

After a few moments, Marisa turned to the doctor and asked, “Doctor, when can Jeffrey be discharged? I want to take him back home as soon as possible.”

The doctor, still wearing a reassuring smile, replied, “I understand your desire to take him home. Considering how well the surgery went, Jeffrey can be discharged in the evening. We’ll need to monitor him for a few more hours to ensure he’s stable, and then he’ll be ready to go home.”

Marisa’s eyes welled up with gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor. You’ve been amazing, and I can’t express how thankful I am for everything you and your team have done.”

The doctor nodded, his kindness evident in his words, “It’s our pleasure, Marisa. We’re here to help. I’ll check on Jeffrey’s progress, and you’ll be updated when it’s time for his discharge.”

The doctor then excused himself to attend to other patients, leaving Marisa and Dave to continue their watchful presence by Jeffrey’s side.

As Marisa sat by her son’s bedside, holding his hand and silently watching over him, a soft ringing broke the silence of the room. Dave’s phone had started to ring. He apologized to Marisa with a reassuring smile and said, “I’m sorry, Marisa. I need to take this call. It sounds urgent. I’ll be right back.”

Marisa nodded understandingly, her focus still on her son, who was resting peacefully. “Of course, Dave. Please take your time.”

Dave stepped out of the room to answer the call, leaving Marisa alone with Jeffrey for a few moments. As he spoke on the phone, Marisa couldn’t help but reflect on the unexpected friendship that had formed between them in this trying time. She was immensely grateful for the support and comfort Dave had provided.

A few minutes later, Dave returned to the room with a somewhat solemn expression. Marisa looked at him with concern, and he explained, “Marisa, something urgent came up at work, and I have to leave. I’m really sorry, especially at a time like this.”

Marisa nodded, appreciating Dave’s honesty. “It’s okay, Dave. I understand. You’ve been a tremendous help and support. I can’t thank you enough.”

Dave smiled, his eyes reflecting genuine care. “You and Jeffrey are in my thoughts. Here’s my number. Let’s exchange numbers so we can stay in touch.”

Marisa gladly exchanged numbers with Dave, feeling a sense of gratitude for the friendship that had blossomed in the midst of adversity.

As they finished exchanging numbers, Dave reassured Marisa, “I promise to give you a call later to check on Jeffrey’s progress and to see how you’re doing. Please take care of yourselves.”

Marisa, with a heartfelt smile, said, “Thank you, Dave. Your kindness has meant the world to me today.”

Dave bid Marisa goodbye and walked out of the room, leaving Marisa with a sense of deep gratitude for the unexpected friendship and support she had received during one of the most trying days of her life.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Gambinos’ Empire, Alejandro stood at his window, wearing only a pair of ripped out jeans. His muscular tattooed arms, his broad chest and his sexy biceps were all in view.

He was holding his phone, and his ocean blue eyes were fixed unwaveringly on his phone’s screen. His countenance was etched with a profound frown as he gazed at the image of Dave, enfolding Marisa’s waist in a desperate attempt to prevent her from tumbling. This photograph had been sent to Alejandro by the individual he had tasked with the duty of surveilling Marisa.

For well over an hour, Alejandro had remained transfixed by the image, and the longer he stared at it, the more his fury raged within him. A burning desire to exact revenge upon Dave welled up within him, for he dared to lay his hands on what Alejandro considered to be his possession-Marisa. The urge to cut off the arms that Dave had wrapped around Marisa’s waist in that photograph consumed him.

Ever since Alejandro woke up after his passionate encounter with Marisa the previous night, he couldn’t get Marisa off his mind. Her beautiful face, her big sized breasts, her sexy body, the way she moaned when they were having sex, and the melody of her voice; Alejandro just couldn’t get any of it off his head, and that filled him with another desire-to have sex with her once again.

Mere thinking about his passionate encounter with Marisa, aroused him greatly, and his dick bulged instantly in his jeans.

Just like clockwork, the door opened, and Alejandro turned around to see Blade, one of the top members and his childhood friend. Lust rushed through Blade’s veins as she stared at the sexy man in front of her. Her eyes slowly moved from his chest to his biceps, then down to the bulge in his jeans. She got wet immediately she saw the size of his dick through his jeans.

The room fell into a grave silence as they stared at each other without saying a word. Blade’s eyes were fixed on the bulge in Alejandro’s jeans. She got more wet by just staring at his bulge, and she couldn’t help but to start fantasizing about him.

She had always lusted after him, but she only had sex with him once, and that was five years ago. The reason she was able to have sex with him was not because he agreed to it, but because he got really drunk. Ever since then, she had always wanted to have sex with him, but she didn’t get the chance to because Alejandro only saw her as a friend and Mafia member.

In the past, Blade made lots of attempts to have sex with Alejandro, but she always failed. She even tried seducing and drugging him, but none worked. Even though she had failed a countless number of times, she didn’t give up. She knew that someday, Alejandro would surely fall for her and would no longer see her as a friend or Mafia member.

“Why are you here, Blade?” Alejandro’s deep voice snapped Blade out of her thoughts, and she took her eyes off the bulge in his jeans.

“Alejandro, I came here to check up on you.” Blade started walking towards Alejandro with a smile playing on her seductive lips.

Don’t be surprised that Blade addressed Alejandro by his name and not “Boss”. Blade had been friends with Alejandro and his twin brother since childhood. She grew up with them so she had the privilege of addressing the Gambino brothers by their names and not “Boss”, like the other members would do.

Being the childhood friend of the Gambino brothers also gave Blade the rare privilege of talking casually with them without getting killed or having a bullet stuck in her head. In short, Blade was more privileged than every other members of the Gambino family, and that earned her lots of respect among the mobsters in the Mafia family.

Back to the present, Alejandro watched as Blade approached him with a smile on her face.

“You came to check up on me?” Alejandro asked with a frown on his face.

“Yep.” Blade nodded as she finally closed the distance between them.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Do I look like I need to be checked up on?” Alejandro questioned with an icy expression on his face.

“Yeah. You do because you haven’t stepped out of your room ever since you arrived in the morning.” Blade replied.

“Just get the fuck out of my room, Blade.” Alejandro turned around, and he gazed out the window.

Instead of leaving like Alejandro had instructed, Blade took a bold step and she encircled her arms around Alejandro’s waist, resting on his bare back.

Alejandro was a bit taken aback by Blade’s action, but he got angry almost immediately.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Blade?!” He asked, angrily without moving an inch.

“Why Alejandro? Why can’t you just see me as a woman for once, and not your childhood friend or a member of the Gambino family?” Blade asked with a soft tone as she hugged him from behind, her arms firmly wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his back.

Blade’s action were starting to get on Alejandro’s nerves, and the fact that he was still aroused doubled his anger, but he did his possible best to keep his anger in check because he didn’t want to harm Blade. He knew how dangerous he could be when angry, and he didn’t want a situation whereby he’d kill her out of anger. Even though he was cold and ruthless, he had a soft spot for her considering the fact that they grew up together, and they spent lots of time together.

Alejandro was silently hoping that Blade would get back to her senses and leave his room because he could lose his cool at any moment and kill her. Killing her was the last thing he wanted because apart from being his childhood friend, she was also a valuable asset in the Gambino family, and killing her would count as a loss for him.

“I think you’re high on some crazy weed. Now get your goddamn hands off me before I lose my shit!” Alejandro said, and took her arms off him, but she hugged him again, and he folded his hands into tight fists.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Blade, before I cut off your fucking hands!” Alejandro said with a low threatening tone, but Blade still hugged him even tighter.

Alejandro finally lost it, and he angrily picked up a gun on the table very close to him. Without wasting a second, he swiftly turned around to shoot her, but the moment he turned around, his eyes widened in shock and his gun fell from his grip.

Why was he shocked? He was shocked because of what he saw, and it was difficult for him to believe his eyes. He found it really hard to accept what he was seeing.