The Mafia Contract Series

We touch down at Rockwell Springs airport and a thousand thoughts are spinning in my mind. I’m back. Where it all began. Rockwell Academy was the happiest time of my life and the most desperate. Friendships were formed that I hope last a lifetime, and it was the last time we were all together. Winter included. It was also when we lost her and she found herself married the next day to a monster. The woman I have come to find, who may know a lot about that, is our delectable history teacher, Miss. English.

Unusually, I have only one car waiting, which concerns Roberto. He is so used to the old ways when my father traveled in convoy, but I doubt anyone at Rockwell Academy is waiting to stage an ambush, so I reassure him by letting him accompany me. The rest of the guys are instructed to stand by, and they are uncomfortable about this.

I’m not. I know this place like the back of my hand, so as we head the short distance to Rockwell Academy, it feels as if I’m coming home.

As I remember how happy I was here, it makes me a little sad. It was such a fleeting time for all of us and the only time we could be ourselves, free from the chains of our birthright. I lived with my friends in a house on campus, and we threw some massive parties and they weren’t for the fainthearted either. Then it all changed and here I am now. Head of a large mafia organization that brings in millions of dollars in revenue and employs thousands of people. I inherited the madness in every way and the redecoration of my childhood home was just the beginning. By the time I’ve finished, the old ways will be long gone, and we will all be free to live without fear of a bullet in the head from a rival.

Club Mafia was formed to engineer change and, along with my brothers, we intend on seeing it through. The main goal is to forge alliances, so we become the biggest mafia power in the world with one aim in mind. Bring down Massimo Delauren and claim his throne, setting Winter free in the process.

My fingers itch to despatch the monster personally and I am impatient for that day. However, we are not strong enough. Not yet anyway, and one by one we will marry into power, and nothing will break the bonds of family. I will make sure of that.

As we sweep into the grounds of my old college, it’s good to be home.

The car stops at the entrance, and I say curtly, “Wait here.”

Roberto makes to come with me, and I say gruffly, “You too, Roberto.”

“But…” “I insist.”

My voice is firm and the look on his face tells me he’s unhappy but knows better than to argue with me. I have proved that I’m a bigger bastard than my father where it counts and have personally despatched anyone who has betrayed me, or my family name. A clean sweep through the business that caused a ripple of discontent and the ones that are left understand their loyalty is their only shot at living.

The door closes behind me and I stare at the familiar halls that I walked through with my friends as a pack. Feared, desired and unrelenting, we ruled this place with no emotion.

As I make my way to Principal Stoner’s office, I wonder what he’ll make of this visit. He was always so scared of us when he should have brought us in line. I’m guessing he threw a party when we left. I would have.

I don’t even knock and head inside and, as usual, he is settled behind his desk, working as he always was. His startled face looks at me with dreaded realization and I smile with a twisted grin.

“Principal Stoner. It’s been a long time.”

“Angelo.” He jumps up, scattering the papers on his desk and I watch the sweat break out across his face as he senses I’m not here for a friendly reunion. “How can I help you?”

“I have a complaint.”

“You do?”

I approach the desk and say in a low voice, “But first I need to meet with Miss. English. Which room is she in?”

He pulls at his collar and turns red with fear, and I watch the sweat forming on his brow as he deals with the panic.

“Um, room five, I think. The usual one, but she’s teaching.”

I look at my gold Rolex and grin. “For two more minutes before the final bell. Perfect, we don’t want to be disturbed.”

Turning on my heels, I leave him to grab his medication and head down the familiar corridor to the history block.

Any moment now the bell will ring, and the students will spill out with relief, and one very pretty teacher is about to get the shock of her life.

As if on cue, the bell rings and I am soon joined by several students who look at me with curiosity. Many will recognize me because we left not long ago and some of the seniors will be surprised to see me.

I don’t miss the nudges and hushed conversation as I cut quite the picture in my black suit and white shirt, open slightly, revealing the body of a man rather than the child I once was. Buffed and primed for strength, with tattoos adorning it like war paint. One particularly brutal scar above my heart reminds me of what’s at stake and as the last student leaves room five, I step inside and close the door.

“Have you for…” The soft voice of our bubble-gum, candy floss teacher speaks out and as she looks up, her words trail away as she stares at me with a mixture of fear and desire. “Angelo.”

She blinks as if she’s having a bad dream and I say casually, “Miss. English. You’re looking good.”

I’m not kidding, she is, but she always did dress for the occasion. Nothing has changed and I take in her tight sweater and short skirt, knowing there’s nothing underneath. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with lust as she licks her lips and nods toward the stationery closet. “For old times.”

Before Jasmine I would have been tempted because I always did have a hard spot for the sexy teacher but now it’s business, so I hold up my wedding finger and her eyes widen when I say, “Sorry, I’m a married man as of this morning.”

“You’re what?” She looks shocked and laughs softly. “And you came to find me rather than fuck your new wife. Interesting.”

She sits on the edge of the desk and hitches up her skirt, revealing her bare pussy ready to be filled. “Why don’t we celebrate?”

Moving closer, I stand in front of her and reach out, twirling her hair in my fingers, noting how her eyes glaze with lust and her breathing is shallow. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

“You know I would.” She leans closer so our lips touch and whispers, “God, how I’ve missed you, Angelo.”

“Then show me how much. Let’s go to your room.”

She nods, her eyes sparkling with desire, and she slips off the desk and purrs, “Follow me. You must remember the way.”

We walk silently through the grounds, the students’ eyes and cameras following every move we make, and our photograph will soon be hot gossip around campus.

By the time we head through the trees to the house she shares with Miss. Potts, I can tell Miss.

English is more than willing to spread her legs and revisit old times.

We head inside and as I close the door, she turns and removes her sweater and I enjoy watching her tits dancing before my eyes as she cups them and groans. “Did you miss me, Angelo?”

Without waiting for an answer, she steps out of her skirt and touches herself between her legs and moans, “Be rough, baby. You know how I like it.”

“If you insist, Miss. English.”

Stepping forward, I pull her roughly toward me and quickly grab her hair, pulling down sharply until she squeals. The tears spill from the corner of her eyes as she gasps, “Too much.” As I tighten my grip, I watch her eyes dilate with fear when I remove my blank mask and face her with anger.

“We have unfinished business, you bitch, and you had better start talking.”

“What…?” she stutters and with one hand, I remove my knife from my pocket and hold it to her throat. “I want it all. Your part in sending Winter to Massimo, the young boys you deliver, and what he’s got on you. Every last detail.”

“You’ve got it wrong.” She hitches her breath and freezes as I run the knife edge across her exposed throat as I tilt her head back. Slowly, I run the knife down to her tits and press the blade against a nipple, causing the blood to spill and whisper, “Perhaps I’ll keep these as a memento.”

“Angelo please.” Her sob turns into a low moan as I move the knife further down and rest it against her clit. “This one too. I am very well acquainted with it, after all.”

“You’ve got it wrong.”

Even now she is trying to fool me, and the anger burns inside me as I hiss, “Wrong answer.”

Slashing the knife against her thigh, I draw enough blood to cause pain and, holding my hand over her mouth, I absorb her scream and growl, “You had better start talking if you want to keep your body intact.”

She struggles against me, but I grip her harder and, bringing the knife to her face, I lean forward.

“I expect a permanent souvenir of my anger on your pretty face would remind you what happened the day you took Winter off in your car.”

“OK.” She stutters, “I’ll tell you, please, you must believe me, I was set up.”

“Wrong answer.” With a flick of the knife, I slash a two-inch cut down her face and she screams hard against my hand. Holding her by the throat, I let her see the madness in my eyes as I snarl, “You were about to deliver the information I came here for.”

The tears mix with the blood trickling down her face, and she sobs, “I’ll tell you, please, no more.”

I push her roughly against the wall and, keeping an iron grip on her, hiss, “Tell me.”

“I was desperate. I had no money and Massimo offered to help. In return, he set me up with a college education and this position at Rockwell. He paid me well and in return I…” “What?”

I tighten my hold and she sobs, “I delivered young boys to his mansion.”

“From Rockwell.”

“Some, but mainly as they stepped off the bus. Homeless and in a strange town and looking for a place to stay. I only took him boys with nowhere else to go until it wasn’t enough.”

She sobs into my hand. “I told him it would make people suspicious, but he threatened to ruin my life before ending it in prison. Nobody can win against him, so I had no choice.”

“And Winter?”

I’m not interested in making her feel better about what she’s done, and she shakes her head. “He said her father arranged it and I needed to bring her to him because she was his new wife. An arranged marriage that she didn’t have a clue about.”

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I strike her hard across her face and her head falls to the side, and she howls, “I had no choice.

Nobody could save me from him.”

The fact she’s telling the truth about that doesn’t make me any less angry, and I want to stab her to death in a mad frenzy.

“So, you left her there and pretended it was her plan all along. We could have saved my sister, and you let her be taken.”

“I didn’t know, please, you’ve got to believe me.”

“Why would I believe anything you say? You’ve been lying to us this whole time.”

“But your father…” I freeze and look into her eyes as the rage turns my blood to ice. “What about him?”

“He said you would try to stop it from happening. He told me to distract you because Massimo would take you, too. He would chain you up in his dungeon and play with you until you screamed your last breath, and he would make Winter watch. I did it for you and your father.”

“Why him?”

The tears are streaming down her face as her voice breaks. “Because I loved him.”

“How?” I tighten my hold because I never saw this coming.

“When you came to Rockwell, he made a point of introducing himself to the teachers. There was a spark between us, and he asked me to meet him for a drink in town. I was infatuated with him almost immediately, and the night I spent with him was the best sex of my life.”

I feel sick as she continues. “He was so dangerous, and I was intoxicated. I wanted more, and he promised he would check up on me every month if I took care of his son.”

The bile rises in my throat. “So, you fucked the son to please the father. I should kill you now.”

I raise the knife and she squeals, “At first, but then I really got to know you. It was you I wanted, not him. I was caught between you both and then he told me about his arrangement with Massimo. He said he’d set me up in an apartment near his home and visit me when he could. I was going to ditch this life and be a kept woman, and I couldn’t believe my luck.”

She sobs, “Then he died, and I had nothing. You were gone. Massimo never comes to town anymore and I’m left making a living selling sex online. Please Angelo, help me and I’ll tell you everything. I’ll help you bring Massimo down. Please, I’m begging you.”

I don’t have words. I don’t have anything. All I have is so much rage it threatens to burn this house down with both of us in it. She betrayed my sister and made us think it was her all along. All this time I thought she went willingly and there is something about this whole shit show that tells me we don’t have long. Winter needs me more than ever to release her from this horror movie, and so I need to step up and stick with the plan.

As I stare at my former history teacher with disgust, I shove her with a thump against the wall and say in a voice filled with icy rage, “You’re nothing to me. Nothing to Massimo and were nothing to my father. You were used and exploited, and you made it easy on us. There was never going to be an apartment because my father wouldn’t pay for something he could get freely by taking it. He was a bastard and sniffed a bitch in heat when he saw one. You were a convenient fuck for a red-blooded teenager new to sex, and I never thought of you any other way. And Massimo; when he learns you’ve told me everything, he will make your ending slow and painful. So, I bid you farewell, Miss. English and good luck because the first thing I’m going to do is inform Principal Stoner what a slut his history teacher is and how she grooms young boys for sex. Enjoy running for your life and looking over your shoulder. It’s been fun, but you’re on your own now.”

Turning, I don’t even wait for a reply and as I head straight to the principal’s office, I got what I came here for. Answers and even if I don’t like what I heard, at least it all makes sense now, which deepens my desire to gut Massimo Delauren like a squealing pig as he begs for his life, and it won’t be long.