Desire denied is.....

Vincenzo De Angelis - Almost eight years ago

I can't find who I want, being once again trapped in the ridiculous vision of Giulia dancing with Stefano while Giovanni is corroded inside by his immaculate little princess being touched by another man. As if the son of a bitch didn't like offering that body to close a good deal, which is one of the biggest reasons why Stefano won't marry her, he's already used and abused as he wanted while my brother, feeling sorry for the bitch, left her drugged to the point of not remembering the rapes as I feel my body boiling once more from his fury unleashed on my skin.
The ballroom of one of the most renowned hotels in New York held a party just to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of the youngest of the De Angelis, debuting in a long burgundy dress accentuating the golden color of the threads, gaining the attention of all the men in the organization as the beautiful bitch that my little sister is.
Always her being protected by everyone while I'm left to the pigs like a lesser piece of trash, blue eyes shining with the princess night painted by Giovanni to please his princess.
The golden colors of our family crest being displayed from the tablecloths to the walls with pictures illustrating our importance within the organization, feigning interest in some idiotic conversation with Don Enrico, Giovanni keeps an eagle eye on her from inside his tan suit. chalk and an easy smile for Don's wife it's impossible to imagine the brutalities his mind is capable of producing.
I take another sip of my drink, clearing my mind to focus on work, Stefano managed to strike a deal with the new rising name in Mexico for shipments and protection for shipping covering our tracks. While Riina closed a scheme for the trafficking of women and children transported without the knowledge of the Mexicans, we were in charge of sending the products to new nightclubs used as a front in cities in Italy, France and Holland.
The music finally ends, being the perfect cue for Giovanni to switch places with Stefano after a greeting I run my eyes around the room wanting to feed my fantasies a little more.
I get goosebumps from the feeling that crosses along with the icy wind and I just know he's here.
Need to talk to you. - I jump at the startle of the deep voice over my shoulder.
I look around making sure Giovanni doesn't see us across the ballroom as he twirls Giulia around. I feel my chest jump in a way it shouldn't, the things only his voice can bring out, I shouldn't feel this shit.
I turn watching his broad back disappear down the hall towards the hotel kitchen in a silent invitation, taking advantage of the moment when no one notices us to head towards him, feeling my body shuddering with desire just at the thought of being alone with him creating more a fantasy to fuel the dark days. I enter the hallway with slightly dimmer lights than the hall in firm steps when being pulled into a door I pull the knife from the sheath in an automatic defense I am admired by the dark eyes that do not shake with the blade in your throat, instinctively I analyze the place realizing that we are in some cleaning warehouse, becoming even more curious, I try to disguise the desire I feel.
The tailored suit hugging the curves of strong muscles drawn by the fabric and the well-trimmed beard adorning the strong jaw.
I don't want Giulia to marry Stefano.
I'm out of breath for a few seconds trying to understand, taking in the words until anger at the asshole turns everything red, always causing trouble, always taking everything for himself.
I don't know how I can help you with this, Giacomo. - I take a deep breath being knocked down by the son of a bitch's perfume.
His fingers gently squeezing my wrist dropping the knife bringing our bodies closer, I try to push against his weight being tamed by the hand squeezing my neck loving the feeling of closeness without feeling any guilt for betraying Giovanni in my thoughts.
Come on Vincenzo. - I get trapped inside the dark eyes.
Ideas swirling in a dangerous and growing spiral.
Even if he manages to convince Giovanni not to marry Stefano, he will need another bride and next in line are his sisters.
I see the fury contained in his jaw the eyes burning my skin and inside the desire covering the most coherent thoughts. I shudder at his approach, loving the woodsy scent of the perfume as I gasp for air until his voice is husky in my ear.
Convince your brother not to marry Giulia.
You're willing to put your sisters in the crosshairs for her. - I'll try one more time.
Cut that conversation Vincenzo, because he doesn't say what he wants right away.
We stare at each other without any disguise the son of a bitch wants my fucking sister and as much as the notion of danger shakes my body I need him, I need to taste him as if this desire was for me and not for her.
Want you.
My words come out low and his expression doesn't change, he knows and the shame hits me for making it so clear, turning at once wanting to escape from here to being trapped by his body against mine in the door preventing my exit.
A word of agreement Vincenzo, you will promise me that you will protect the girl.
Anger bubbles in my chest from jealousy, his display of affection for the bitch with no concern for me, asking for my help without even bothering to pretend to care.
And what will I get out of it? - I hit with fury feeling his breath on the back of my neck.
Silence fills the cramped space, a somber prelude caused by the executioner's dark aura as I dream of the impossible.
A night you'll never forget, isn't that what you want?
I am speechless with the answer, shuddering at the possibility of touching his body and being taken by the man of my dreams, I get hard just imagining the touch of the strong hand flattened against the wood of the door, walking through my body.
Just one night? - I try to bargain.
Vincenzo, I can assure you that you will be unable to forget, and besides, it will be our secret.
I'm not scared by the possibility of being caught by someone in the organization death is welcome as opposed to the risk of being found out and handed over to Giovanni and his obsession with destroying every part of me inside that mansion.
When?
I answer quickly, instigated by the taste of betrayal when looking at the blue irises that are the same as mine.
Convince your brother and meet me tomorrow in the presidential suite of this hotel.
The strong hand left the door, I missed the immediate warmth against my body watching the door open calmly until the look over my shoulder.
At eight o'clock at night, Vincenzo - His voice sounded low with warning. - You better keep your word, I don't accept delays.
I was frozen in place watching the strong back leaving the room in the opposite direction as I stepped out into the hallway and leaned my back against the wall for the strength to return, remembering the night of the accident when it took our parents timing every second before giving my soul to the Devil himself I hear the snort and jump in fright meeting Giovanni's analytical gaze.
Was I doing something wrong brother? - I shudder at his suspicious voice.
Trying to clear his mind to recognize how long he could be there, regaining confidence in the face of fear of being caught and organizing his thoughts for the first shot.
I was actually wondering how long you're going to hold out. - I released the poison loving the taste in the saliva.
The curious gaze parsing the words waiting for his brow furrow without any patience looking for some flaw within the mold he made me into.
I had to leave the salon because I couldn't stand Giulia's traitorous look anymore, imagining herself married to Stefano.
I hit the target loving the shades of red coloring his face glowing through his eyes.
Not over my dead body, Fratello.
Her approach confirming we were alone in the hallway I weighed all the possibilities, wishing for something I could pull the bitch away from my object of desire, wanting to leave her as trapped as I was with the unscrupulous man in front of me snorting with jealousy. Until the red light rang like magic in my mind with the perfect idea to direct his attention only to her.
It's high time she helped us brother.
How would that be Vincenzo? - Blue eyes like mine curious
With an heir. - His smile shining up to his eyes.
And the wanton, brazen, cruel smile taking shape across the chiseled face.
Think about it, she will never want to leave us.
I throw more fuel on the fire even though I'm sure I've scored a point in the game, assuaging the anger caused by jealousy and loving the pleasure of knowing that Giacomo will be mine and never hers.