Owning the Mafia Don

Schwartz watched in a mixture of astonishment and dismay as the woman seemed to hang onto Lucien, her hand moving to stroke his crotch. But Lucien easily stepped away from her tight embrace with a thin smile and turned her around to face Schwartz.

Schwartz felt his heart sink further as he recognised the woman standing before him, leaning back into Lucien

She was Catalina

Catalina the C*nt was what her fans liked to call her.

For she had been a reigning porn star at one time. Although now that she was older, she had been regaled to the background. But she was still known to be a viable star.

Only, Schwartz remembered her from the days before she had become a star. She had been Dana Leigh, a mediocre club whore, around Lucien’s age and from a similar background.

And she had been besotted by Lucien.

He could recall the days when Lucien had been in his heyday, a brutish Don. Rising in his career,

Dmitri Rudenko had just been a rival. Lucien, Shark and he were just starting out to make it big in the world of crime. And Dana had just begun her career. He remembered that she had had a reputation for making out with every man who would have her. She soon became a regular at Lucien’s wild parties,

She was desperate to climb up the ladder of success and that coupled with her obvious fascination for sex, made her become a willing participant in many of the orgies that Shark orchestrated.

But one thing remained constant: her desire for Lucien. She would do anything for him, she was obsessed with him. No matter how degrading, Dana was up to it if made Lucien look her way.

Her behaviour had disgusted Schwartz who had avoided getting into bed with her. She preferred multiple partners and that was repugnant to him. Lucien could not have cared. In those days, he used women single-mindedly for his pleasure.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

But that was before Proserpina.

The woman before them was smiling at him, like a shark, thought Schwartz, feeling nauseous. She was wearing an outfit that looked like a bandage restraining her swollen breasts, surgically enhanced again. Her hips were also like those famous celebrities, wide and thick. She looked as though she had turned up to do a striptease and Schwartz felt his temper rise.

He frowned at Lucien questioningly, as though to ask,

“What is happening?’

The woman pursed her thick lips, the result of a surgery gone wrong, and purred in a throaty voice,

“Oh, looks like Handsome Jimmy has forgotten me, Lucien darling.’

And smiling evilly, she said,

“Ummm… maybe he feels neglected. Maybe little Jimmy down below needs to be given a welcome too.’

She walked forward, her hips moving in an unnatural manner and threw her arms around him, slyly sliding a hand down his waist. But Schwartz evaded her mouth, and stepping out of her embrace skilfully he said tightly,

“Yup, likewise. Glad to see you too, I’m sure.’

He pushed her away unceremoniously.

She reeked of some strong perfume and her own body odour which made him wince.

Turning to Lucien, he snapped.

“Mate, what is she doing here?’

He looked furious, thought Lucien drily, and it was because Schwartz, ever protective of Proserpina, felt that the return of Catalina / Dana would upset Proserpina.

Lucien was sure his wife would understand. She was innocent and would never need to know about his earlier relationship with the woman who was standing there, eating him up with her eyes.

It had been a gamble all right, contacting Catalina but he needed to know about Dmitri and his whereabouts. And what better way than by getting Catalina on his side?

Because the woman had been Dmitri’s kept woman for a while before she moved to another man. She still kept tabs on her ex-lover. So she would be able to help Lucien if he used her skilfully. If she caught on that he had invited her back into his life only because he wanted to protect his wife and family, she would be livid.

Carefully, Lucien smiled.

A cold, remote smile.

A dangerous smile that made him look more wolfish.

He turned to the woman beside him and ran a finger down her cheek, touching her mouth, removing his thick finger before she could suck it as he knew she would, while he added in his deep growl,

“Catalina is going to be the card girl for me for the Fight Night. For the Inaugural fight at the Fight Club.’ he said it smoothly, sliding a large hand into the pocket of his sports blazer

Schwartz’s jaw dropped. He had heard and seen card girls. Undoubtedly, this fleshy creature, prowling in the cage in a scanty outfit would bring in the crowds in droves. And not just to see the fight.

And he was sure that there would be a lot of gossip about Lucien Delano and his former relationship with this woman.

His heart sank.

Proserpina, he thought dully. How would she feel?

She had gone through a lot, he had seen how she had changed from a cheerful young woman into a woman with a perpetually haunted look on her face as she went around during the days when Lucien had been sleeping around with a vengeance.

With the reappearance on Lucien’s invitation, of this woman who had the morals of an alley cat, would she have to go through the same pain and suffering again? He clenched his fists.

“And what does Proserpina say?’ he queried testily.

Lucien turned the full force of his cold grey eyes on Schwartz as Catalina glided to him, placing a hand on his chest, rubbing, She raised a leg that she hooked around his thighs, looking for all the world as though she was dry humping the Boss who seemed unperturbed.

“She will understand.’ growled Lucien, his voice a whiplash of displeasure, his hands holding the woman at bay.

‘Run along now, Jimmy there is a good little boy. Let the adults play.’ sneered Catalina, wrapping a leg around Lucien, pulling his head down to kiss him.

But Lucien pushed her away.

“Sorry babe.’ He said, without a hint of regret in his voice,

‘Babe, I have got to check the cage.’

She clung to him.

‘Don’t leave me, darling. ‘She panted urgently. She pulled his hand and made to place it between her thighs, moaning.

“I am on fire for you, baby… please…’

She pushed her hips, rotating them to make his hand slip between her thighs as she rucked up her skirt invitingly.

Schwartz turned away, making an involuntary sound of disgust. It was like a scene from one of her X-rated movies, he thought feeling a wave of repulsion course through him.

“Just f*ck me…’ her voice rose in desperation.

Lucien gripped Catalina’s wrist and said in a cold, hard voice

“Sorry Dana. I said it once. Not. Now.’

He kissed her briefly, hard, on her greedy mouth before turning to Schwartz whose face was dark with censure.

They left the room together but there was an unfamiliar coldness in the air between them.

Lucien growled in a surly voice,

“Do NOT tell my Woman. I will tell her myself.’