34- Helping Thy Enemy Again

Lucus

It's been a couple of days since Isabella had pulled her little glitter bomb stunt. And while it was quite ingenious of her, we still had to punish her because it wasn’t just me she pranked but some of our men so that left us no choice but to deal one that was harsher. Luckily she isn’t one of my men otherwise she would have been dead. For not only did she ruin suits with all that glitter but also my office. It took housekeeping over 2 hours just to get all the glitter out especially from within the carpet and anywhere else it had landed.

Since then, Isabella hasn’t said much. Yet while we continue to remove her chain every day she chooses to stay confined to her room. Keeping tabs with hidden cameras we have scattered throughout her room, we always see her either cuddled up on the sofa or bed, mostly crying at times. We know it’s been rough for her. But if she would just submit to us, things would be alot easier for her and everyone involved.

And though I’ve been keeping tabs on her parents secretly, I want to make sure things were still well with her family as the Manocchino and Salvatore family were still out there. Not wanting to risk anything to her family while in our care.

Glancing to those within the room, I can’t help but notice that Grant had decided to bring Isabella to the office today. Wanting to keep a close eyer on her, our little Principessa (Princess) hadn’t really given us a chance to bond with her, so while we each of us had meetings to attend too, we also agreed to take turns to just sit with her as well.

Today, we're all in the strategy room. A couple of sofas present here and there and where Isabella was currently sitting, huddled with a blanket while reading a book, each of our desks carefully staggered around the room along with a small conference table and a large white board with one of Tony’s inventions on it. It’s one of many reasons we're untouchable within the US Government and other major countries that carried Police forces like Interpol. As they too used versions of our technology. Of course, we always got the better deal in the end. Immunity, which was a pretty sweet deal.

Finishing up some papers, I silently groan. A hand raking along my face. We were ambushed yet again. The only constellation was that we were lucky and none of our men were hurt as they successfully delivered the goods. The bad news was they killed all those trying to rob us.

Rubbing my forehead, I move to think back over all of our businesses. For not only did we sell and create our weapons and drugs, we also sold and transported black market items for many of our top clients. Thankfully we managed to save this shipment for it was going to one of our oldest and dearest clients. Currently we have another shipment scheduled in two days, and this one contained larger orders worth billions of dollars. If this one got into the wrong hands it would be catastrophic in the end.

Moving to take a break, I move to watch our sweet Principessa (Princess). Resting my back against the chair I use this time wisely to just watch. Her face hyper focused on what she was currently reading. All while wearing a brightly colored sundress with cute little straps in the color red. Tony having picked that for her this morning as her hair is tied neatly into a ponytail followed by a red ribbon. Her back resting against a pillow as her legs rest against Alex, both completely unaware of the other as he silently works on his phone, neither one caring. Feeling my heart swell, I can’t help but smirk. Our Princess was slowly getting comfortable with us and didn’t even know it.

Looking to Grant, I notice he's too watching her. Spotting my gaze he moves to wink in my direction which causes me to roll my eyes. Dork.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and everyone's attention turns towards the door.

“ENTER!” I shout. A couple seconds later, Marco and Enzo both come waltzing in. Red folders held tightly within their hands as they moved to approach my desk.

Tony and Grant moving from their respective desks as they move to approach. Alex excusing himself carefully before approaching us as well.

Waiting patiently, we wait for one of them to speak. Yet when they don’t, do I move to arch an eye, giving them the ‘If you don’t speak now, I’ll use you for target practice’ look. Coughing, Marco moves to speak up. “Um, we have those plans drawn up like asked for Boss.” It’s been nearly 20 years with us and he still acts scared. As he should too.

Suddenly impatient, I move to speak. “Tell us.”

Moving swiftly, Marco and Enzo move to hand each of us a folder. Grant and Alex using this time to look through it, while as for me, I wanted to hear it directly from my men.

“Well sir, since this is one of the largest shipments we’ve ever had, we thought a more scenic route would be best. It’s not common, but it would also rule out any possible hideouts for raiders to attack. Giving us a clear view in either direction for oncoming vehicles. Plus with Boss Marino’s air drones, we’d have the extra support to move forward. Overall it only be an extra 2 hours tops since we’d be going around the city and not threw it”.

“And how many men?” asks Alex without looking up from his folder.

“The usual sir, 6 cars."

Shifting my focus to the others, I move to look at Grant, Alex and Tony only to see that they too all have questions about this plan in which I agree as well.

“Okay. Round up. Alex will discuss with his Omega Squad. And we’ll talk and make final decisions. Let’s reconvene later tonight to discuss” I order. Nodding, they move to leave, the four of us waiting until we hear the sound of the door click shut before speaking.

“Excessive, much?” asks Grant.

“Yes, but from there point of view, we can’t afford to lose this shipment. I give them props though, for even thinking this far” I answer back.

“And what about our mole problem? Something about all this doesn’t sit well here” Tony explains slowly.

“Care to share how to avoid that then?” snaps Alex, eyes moving to Tony.

“Wait a minute, and here me out, If we do have a mole here and they leak out our plan, not only is our delivery at risk but so are our men. Having that much excessive manpower could lead to a bloodbath. One we want to avoid at all costs. Yet having too many men could also make finding the traitor even harder” Tony says in a matter of fact voice.

Taking in Tony’s words we begin to second guess our decisions. He was right. The need to find the mole was top priority as we lost so many men already and couldn't afford to lose more.

“I have a suggestion” chimes a small yet timid voice. Snapping my head over in the direction of the sweet voice the others follow.

Isabella who now sat in an upward position on the couch, book now closed within her lap. Our eyes meet, her face suddenly turning red as she moves to bow her head. A natural born submissive, now only if she would give in. My dick now twitching against my zipper.

Watching as Grant moves over to her, we all quickly follow suit. Grant to her right, moves to hold her hands with his. Seeing her flinch she attempts to pull away, Grant only continuing to hold her firmly. Sitting on the coffee table directly in front of her, Alex moves to sit next to Grant while Tony moves to sit on the sofa arm directly behind her.

“Care to elaborate Agapi Mou (My Love)?” Grant asks nicely. One of the many nicknames we had for her as her cheeks turned red. Moving to look at us you could tell she was conflicted about helping us. Even after everything that we've done to her leading to this moment.

Waiting patiently, we move to let her set the pace. As this was the most she has ever spoken to us in any given day. Slowly, a small yet devious smile begins to rise.

“Well… I’m no expert when it comes to this, but… the best way to catch a rat is to first know where it likes to hide. Find the hangout, you find your rat. Setting the bait, all you have to do is sit back and let them do all the work for you. They'll eventually get caught themselves. But if you keep trying to chase it, it'll only keep hiding”.

“And what did you have in mind exactly?” I ask, seeing the way the tiny wheels began to turn inside her pretty little head. For she may be a woman, but she was the daughter of a businessman and Mafia leader and she knew more than she let on.

Her smile growing as it did.