Page 112 of King of Omen

It was a news video in Italian.

It told the gory account of how attackers on motorbikes, masked, in the middle of the night had gunned down Neapolitan businessman Ricco Abrazzio on a luxury beach holiday in Greece with more than 20 bullets. Abrazzio, 69, was killed, while his two sons were wounded and hospitalised.

‘They were rushed to a local medical centre, where one succumbed to his injuries, and the other, due to the severity of his wounds, was transferred to another hospital in Athens,’ the media announcer intoned. ‘It would appear the murdered Don was a leader of the Naples-based Abrazzio clan, which had been at war with other drug-running plots for years. Law enforcement sources are reported as saying the killing appeared to be mafia revenge. After the liquidation, the beach town was blocked by police patrols. Crossings to Macedonia, Bulgaria and Turkey are being checked because it’s assumed that the killers came from outside Greece and fled across the border.’

I turned off the flashing imagery.

My scorched earth plan had worked.

Better still, I’d kept to Omertà not by snitching to the authorities but by handing the tapes of the Abrazzio’s skimming of the Cadaveri profits to the snakeheads themselves.

I flung my head back in my chair, unsure how I felt about it.

Bloodshed was not our preferred way, but needs must.

The Abrazzios had dared come for us and tried to wipe us out.

We were only returning the favour.

But with the annihilation of their clan leader, we had also destroyed their cornerstone of authority, leaving behind a power vacuum.

We had always assumed that we’d remain safe by upholding the code of honour and dignity that our families had sustained for generations. However, things were changing. It appeared that no one was safe anymore.

As the moon tracked across the sky, I found myself in contemplation. I had always believed in preserving a balance where dominance was concerned. To be a supreme player in the game, one had to evolve and adapt to the new challenges.

With that, I rose from my chair, shut off my laptop, and went back upstairs to seek the comfort of my woman.

Mia lay on her side, a hand under one cheek, deep in sleep.

I curled around her and sunk my nose in her scented hair.

She’d come into my life when I most needed her.

I craved her strength and love now more than ever. Her presence was a constant reminder of the goodness that still existed in the world despite all the chaos surrounding us.

She stirred and turned, lifting her lips to mine.

I indulged her, and in seconds, the tender kiss transformed into fiery passion.

Our bodies moved against each other as we kissed with a primal urge.

She reached between us, sliding her hands into my shorts and tugging on my throbbing cock.

I arched my head, welcoming the pressure, the pleasure.

I groaned, begging for her brand of heated love.

She sensed my need, and, pulling away the covers, she slid her grasp under my ass and pulled down my gear, releasing me to the cool night air.

She lowered her mouth and took me into her warmth with a glint in her eye. Suckling, licking, and running her tongue up and down the thick vein beneath my throbbing member.

I jolted, rammed my groin upward, and she impossibly took all of me.

Damn, she brought me to my proverbial knees every single fucking day.

I blew a few moments afterwards, undone, gone for her.

I was still hard as a rock, thighs still trembling after I orgasmed when she lifted and moved up, swinging her hips over mine.

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