12- Princess on the Loose!

Alex

I was currently sitting down at breakfast table enjoying my morning coffee, checking emails, things like that. As we recently had a shipment for new weapons come in recently. Of course, that alone was enough to make me purr like a newborn kitten. And boy I could not wait to get my hands on them, the need to test them out unbearable.

Just then, the chatter within the room slowly starts to fade and I all but move me to look up. Moving to see what the big fuss was only to see her, for there standing near the door was Grant and our Principessa (Princess). Looking all but ravishing in her fiery red dress. Her dress clinging to her like a second skin. Her attention of course was to that of the room, which all but kept her from noticing all eyes on her as she continued to stand within the room.

My shaft all but twitching just at the sight of her. Fuck. She was breathtaking. And one where I was practically drooling over her in the process.

Catching movement to my right I all but notice when Lucus moves to stand up before moving to embrace her. From wher I'm sitting I can’t help but notice the way her body reacts, almost hesitantly, and yet she doesn’t move to return the embrace. Hmm, it would seem like our Neonata (Baby Girl) still had her claws. Amused, I move to watch as Lucus begins to lead her over to the table where we all move to stand like gentlemen. After all, we aren’t just cold-blooded killers.

Once at the table though, does she move to sit between Tony and I, her tantalizing smell of warm honey all but hitting my nose, my shaft growing bigger, straining against my pants as it did. While Tony all but moves to lean over to her, only to whisper something in her ear, her face blushing as he did only for her to give a small smile. Her legs rubbing together as she did. Huh, it would seem our little fiancee had a praise kink and she probably didn’t even know it. Interesting…

Keeping that in mind Lucus moved to snap his fingers and were all instantly served breakfast. Lucus and I in a casual conversation with Marco and Enzo, our second in command and bodyguards. We were currently discussing some important information about new recruits that we had gotten along with a new training schedule.

“Currently as we stand, we currently have about 900 or so new recruits from last year's training program. And out of the 900 that we have, only 675 of them were men from last year’s class each managing to pass are now ready to be placed among our team. And based on the numbers, we need at least 50 men for our warehouse over in Greece as well as another 50 men for Italy and Germany. The Labyrinth aka The Maze (in which we love to call our playground) could also use a fresh set of men too” replies Marco, crunching numbers as he did.

“We also have 10 new men that have recent qualify for your team too, Alex,” Enzo adds.

“Hmm… send me their personal information and I'll have them meet with Victor” I order. Nodding, Enzo moves to take another sip of his morning coffee before doing as he was told.

Then with that out of the way, I all but move to pull out my phone before sending Victor a quick message. Letting him know to give all new recruits the 5-Star treatment as Victor was Dominic’s twin and one of the very best that we had.

Sighing, I move to run a hand gently through my hair for you see, I’m not just one of the leaders in our little Mafia group. No. I’m also the leader and Alpha of a specialized task force that I like to call the Omega squad. For not only are we ruthless motherfuckers, but were also sick and twisted as fuck and we relish in the aftermath of any fight we take on. And of course, out of everyone within the organization here only my team has had the most training known to man which makes my team the perfect team to do co-op missions. Ninjas as I call them. Because we’re the best at what we do. For each man that I carefully hand select after having an intense training session, always manages to bring a special skill or two with. Making them an invaluable member of my team.

Looking to Grant, I can't help but notice him having a quiet conversation with Dominic about some new project that Tony and his team were in the middle of developing.

Snickering, I can only shake my head. For Grant was the only one out of the four of us who ran the money laundering side of our organization and all through our legitimate businesses too. As his constant need to acquire new buildings as well as various companies not only helped expand our empires but it also helped fuel billions into our bank accounts as well.

Then there was Tony, our tech guru. Tony is apart of our security team within the group. Our eyes and ears around the world as he and his team of minions make sure we stayed off the radar. Always making sure that law enforcements as well as the Monocchin and Salvatore families could not catch wind of what we were doing from time to time. They also help produce really cool shit, things most people have never ever seen before. For example, last year, Tony and his men produced a weapon that earned us a net income of One Hundred Billion Dollars not counting our other sources.

That kind of shit was how we were able to afford all the luxury lifestyle that we had plus with so many men on our team and payrolls to fill, both legal and non it was all worth it in the end.

Just then, as breakfast came to an end does Enzo’s phone begin to buzz. An angry look plastering his face as he moved to read it, a look that had us shuffling off towards the office in a hurry, leaving the table all but deserted. Or so we thought.

Approaching the office that we normally used for things like this, Enzo moves to tell us exactly what was going on. Lucus having been told along the way. Apparently one of our warehouses in Italy had been raided by some unknown gang. And upon further inspection they apparently made off with millions if not trillions of dollars worth of guns and drugs all while killing three of our men before setting the building on fire.

Frowning it would apparantly seem that we have rats within our mists. Which only meant we had a security breach somewhere. Which also meant Isabella needed protection more so than ever and that meant not leaving our side during the process.

Turning, I move to look for our cute little Principessa (Princess) wanting to hold her, my emotions running wild. Only to notice that she’s not with us. Where could she be? Looking around Lucus’s office, I fail to see her. Looking too Tony I all but see he’s already sitting at his desk, laptop in hand, no doubt looking through footage.

Averting my gaze, I move to see Lucus and Grant along with our men as they now stand around a table, all in a heated discussion. Shit balls, I suddenly realize. We left her in the dining room. And judging by that, she clearly didn’t know about the rules just yet so of course she wouldn’t know to be here. Scowling, I mentally scold myself. Stupid.

Focusing my attention back to Tony, I quickly move to speak. “Hey Tony. We forgot Isabella back at the dining room. I’m going back for her,” is all I say to him as I move to leave the room.

“Okay” was all I heard, a sarcastic tone to his voice as he remains focused on the monitors before him.

Sighing, I move to motion for the guards at the door to stay where they are, quickly making my way back towards the dining room. But no sooner do I make my way across the open foyer I do suddenly see it, a certain little someone trying to act all sneaky. Her tiny kitten heels click against the flooring as she makes it back towards the main door. Cute.

Our little Tesoro (Treasure) was going to try and escape. Cute. Except she won’t get far.

Attempting to be quiet, I slowly make my way over to her, observing her as I did. Her attempts at being sneaky all but make me smile. I’m so going to enjoy punishing her, especially that sweet ass of hers. The same one that currently stood before me in that tight ass dress of hers.

Grinning, I move to reach behind me, grabbing a pair of cuffs as I did. For we all had a feeling that she would eventually try something like this we just didn't know when so we all made sure to keep a pair of cuffs on us at all times. A just encase. For neither of us trusted her just yet.

When hearing the locks begin to turn, I can’t help but smile. First comes the first lock. Then the second lock. Lastly, the third one. When all three locks were open, did she finally move to pull on the door.

“And what do you think your doing Piccolo Principessa (Little Princess)?” I say, startling her as I did, making her jump. Her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Caught you, Neonata (Baby Girl). Moving slowly, I move to give her an intimidating glare, as if daring her to try. She better not, or otherwise it’ll be way worse when she’s caught.

“What do you think I'm doing? I’m moving to get some fresh air”

“Don’t do it Isabella! You won’t make it 10 feet past the garden. And when I catch you, you definitely won’t like the results I give you” I warn her, my hands clasping the cuffs tightly.

But then, before I could take even another step towards her, she instantly throws open the door before running. Laughing darkly, I move to follow her. This was going to be fun. My voice ringing as I did.

“Run, Run Principessa (Princess), Ready or not, here I come!”