Page 1 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
CHAPTER ONE
FALCON
A haze of cigar smoke stained the internal guts of my multimillion dollar super yacht, theBella Vita,while the girl who sucked my cock last night rode the capo’s beside me this evening.
Huh. No accounting for taste.
Not that I’d have her back. I was a one-run man. My father’s little tame mafia harem knew that while he visited—permanently—for this spring break tour their game had to be on. Afterward, they’d be tossed off the boat and I’d have my damn space back.
Not that my father and I saw eye to eye. Not after the way he’d treated my mother to the point she threw herself off the back of his last boat during a party years ago. He didn’t even notice until hours later because he was too busy with some other cheap slut. Even so, I still had to play fucking nice with the Familia Don. Regardless, I had no interest in forming attachments of my own, despite the expectations I couldn’t escape.
Not that there was a woman in this room who wasn’t over used, over primped and over fucking everything.
Oh, wait. That last part was me.
This holiday was supposed to be my break away from Rippton U where I was surrounded with the same level of opulence and assholes, only there they were closer to my own age range.
My father’s current party was full of has beens and wannabes who crowded around with the few loyal men who had his back. The few we both trusted. Maybe one or two untried.
One of those was Rose Drakehan, a capo in training. He had another title, but that would do for tonight. I’d mixed many substances for much else to make it through my exhausted mind.
Between the constant backstabbing, negotiations and betrayals of my father’s world, all I wanted was a chance to get some literal sun and surf like the rest of the Rippton U contingent. Hell, even my cage fighting fuck up of a roomie was off getting his own ass tanned.
“Sottocapo,” Bracchio, my father’s man, bowed though his head didn’t lower quite enough for my liking.
Mind, he ran my father’s daily affairs while the title bestowed upon me was a…formality…for now. I’d take the mantle when the time came, probably enjoy it, even though it would come with the price of my father’s life. He wouldn’t abdicate his position as head of the Gianio Familia. That didn’t make his smile any less sharp.
“Are you…. entertained enough this evening?”
I let my mouth curl into a sneer I felt all too much, even though the motion should have been wiped from my face.My father would be appalled.
But right now he was balls deep in the asshole of the discarded girl from last night, and I doubted that he neither saw nor cared.
Bile rose in my throat as I held the eyes of the man before me.
“I’m good. Thank you.” My stilted speech belied my fatigue, my boredom at the entire nightly charade that often played out through into the day. “I need some air.”
His smirk told me I’d shown a weak side to this man who would either report that to my father or capitalize on it, or both at some later date.
In the case of my father, as he finished his business with an animalistic groan, probably not that much later.
I pushed up from my seat, desperate for a breath of clean air, even if it was the salty sort that Love Beach provided that clung to my skin.
Anything was preferable to the brand of sin that etched itself to my bones in this cloistered place.
The religion of Gianio Familia.
And me it’s heir.
I strode to the short ladder that led to the upper decks, all too conscious of the boat swaying beneath my feet, the constant thrum of the engine at idle, winding down for the night. As I reached the white fiberglass door that led to blessedly sea fresh air, a gentle hand pressed to my wrist from one side.
I stopped and looked into the shadows, though I didn’t turn to face Rose Darkham. “Do you have a death wish,ciccio?” I asked in our native language.
He smiled slightly and shook his head. “You appeared…unsatisfied with tonight's entertainment. I know that the choices here are not always to your liking.”
I matched his faint smile. “Smart observation.”
More than once I had chosen a male play partner for the night over one of my father’s female passed around companions. Neither my father nor his men cared, and I hadn’t realized anyone took notice of my nocturnal habits other than my occasional playfellows.
