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I have a firm grip on her hips as I thrust hard against her. She whimpers and moans out shyly. She acts like she doesn't like it but I know she does. Her hips move back against me. God she feels so fucking good around my cock. Hers walls are tight and hot. She cries out as I hit that sweet spot inside her.

"Ah Mr. Ragni, please someone may hear us!" she moans.

"Good I want them to hear." I growl in her ear as I keep pounding away at her tight heat. I never felt something so good before and I fucked a lot of broads. "Ahh you gonna make me cum!"

Before I can even finish that beautiful dream, my eyes snap open. Fuck! I feel a cold patch over my crotch and I lift my blankets to see cum everywhere.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." I muttered lowly as I sat up. What's gotten into me? I ain't have a wet dream since I was a kid. I ran my fingers through my hair realizing that I had a craving, a craving for that classy woman. I wanted her bad. It ain't bad to have cravings. People have them all the time. I had to have her. Just one time, then we can get back to being professional. I checked my phone for the time. Eleven. I dialed her number and placed it to my ear. Hopefully she was awake. It's a week day she should be awake. The phone picks up.

"Mr. Ragni, good morning." she replies soothingly. My eyes close slowly at the sound of her voice. She's awake, probably already starting her day. But the formalities would have to stop.

"Ms. St. Patrick. I hope I am not disturbing you." I said with some firmness in my tone. I knew she would catch on about our names from yesterday.

"Not at all Mr.- Vincent. What can I do for you?" she asked. Her voice is smooth like silk.

"I figured we could talk about dinner plans for tonight." I said.

"Tonight?" she asks, her tone telling me it was unexpected.

"Is tonight gonna be a problem?" I asked moving from my bed and over to my bathroom to clean up my mess.

"Tonight, is perfect." she answers without missing a beat. I nodded taking a towel off the rack over my toilet and began to wipe my crotch. That is what I liked to hear.

"My restaurant, seven pm, I'll have a car come and pick you up." I replied.

"You sure you want to mix business and pleasure?" she asked. God her voice was so innocent. I arched a brow.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"I meant that we do business there, are you sure you want to have a social night there as well?" she asked. I inhaled silently thinking about it. Now that I thought about it, she was right. Even though my boys would never question my dating preferences, I didn't need any elders busting my balls about this broad. I smiled smoothly.

"You're right. So how about you surprise me tonight. I'll come and pick you up and I'll take you anywhere you want. How's that sound?" I asked. I was used to calling the shots, but this girl's classy she wouldn't pick some loud, music banging club to go to. And I wanted her to know that I wasn't just some hot shot who called the shots. My family has been very happy with her business and I wanted to make sure she knew that.

"Alright then, Vincent. I have just the place." she said. Now I was curious as I moved back into my room and just tossed my blankets to the floor. My maid, Blanca was just entering. I snapped my fingers at her and pointed to my sheets. She nodded and began to tend to them

"Great, what is it?" I asked.

"It's a surprise like you wanted. Now should I assume we will be renewing our contract tonight or at another time?" she asked. It was my intent, but I didn't want to talk business. I wanted to get to know her. I wondered if she was seeing anyone? My body tensed as I sat down in thought of this. What if she had a boyfriend? And if so how would I get rid of him? "Vincent are you there?"

"Yes. I'm here. I have already signed the documents, but like I said last night this is a social meeting. I'll have my contract sent to you by one of my guys later on." I explained.

"You're very indecisive, Vincent." she purrs, and I bit my lip feeling a shiver go down my body. God what's this woman doing to me?

"Yeah why do you say that?" I asked coolly.

"You lure me into a date by implying that we would talk business. If you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was ask." she said. I feel my cheeks redden and I clear my throat.

"You're a very bold woman for agreeing to dinner. I'll see you tonight." I told.

"Until tonight." she said, and I hung up. I exhaled and sat my phone down on the bed. It was decided, tonight, I was going to fuck that girl and make sure she knew she was going to be seeing more and more of me. I wanted her to be mine, my gemma nera.

Yara's pov

I hung up the phone and sat it back in my purse as I drove down the street. Truth began to come into view, and I sighed as I knew my brother would be there. I parked across the street and got out. I looked up at the sky to see how gray the clouds were. Rain. Luckily it would not ruin my so-called date tonight. I was not expecting Vincent to call so quickly. If anything, I expected him to bail or not even call. He's a mob boss, what reason did he really have to bother me this much. As I exited the car, I moved up to the door where a large bouncer stopped me.

"Sorry ma'am we aren't open yet." he said.

"My name is Yara St. Patrick. James is my brother is he here?" I asked. He pulled some black chip reader looking device and went through it. He then looked at me and nodded stepping out of the way and holding the door open.

"Right this way, Ms. St. Patrick." he said. I gave him my thanks and moved down the silver halls. This place was so different when closed and not filled with people high on drugs or drunk on alcohol. I heard distant music coming from the large dance room. I turned a corner and entered said room. The place was empty, but the music had a nice beat. I walked to the middle of the floor slowly. I never once came here to celebrate, not when I started my job or grew in the ranks. My brother and his family didn't invite me to things, but I think it was because my brother and I grew apart over the years which was strange because he and I were so close growing up. Even when he got in the drug game. I think it was because of Kanan. Everything was because of Kanan. I went to college and got a job and never told my brother what it was I did. Secrets are what poisoned our family. And the old secrets are what killed his daughter.

That was fine, because I didn't have a thing to say to him anyways. The music died down and I knew why. Slowly I turned and looked to the second floor to see my big brother staring down at me with all the so-called fame and glory he had built for himself. His eyes were different, unreadable I felt, even with the smile he played on his lips. He moved over to the stair case on my right and began to walk down it.

"Baby sister, long time no see." he said. We've both lived in the same city practically all our lives. Why does it feel like I had just gotten back from a year long business trip from the other side of the world? The longing feeling was definitely there. Everything felt so new. I gave a kind smile as I met him at the bottom of the stairs. He's in a nice suit, but it wrinkly as if he hadn't changed.

"James." I replied holding my hands out and embraced him. We both just stood there holding each other for a long moment. "I'm so sorry." I pulled back holding his face in my hands and he just looked at me, now tired.

"Thank you for coming." he said and I nodded. We left to get lunch at an old sandwich shop across the street. We used to eat there a lot as children. We sat in a booth in the back.

"You know I think about the things we have done in our past." I said. You think that once it's over, settled, it can't hurt you or your loved ones." James scoffed some.

"You've never done anything wrong. Whatchu talkin' bout?" he asked. I have ordered hits, and have had enemies eliminated. Not as much as what he has done, but my hands are not really clean. James nodded. "You into some deep shit too, I see."

I shook my head.

"No big brother I have my business handled. I never lose control of my work. But you have." I replied, and he sighed some.

"Everything is falling apart." he said lowly. I sipped my lemonade and tilted my head.

"Tell me what's going on." I said. He looked at me with a wince.

"Oh now you want to act like you care. What I'm supposed to let you into my life when you can't even tell me what's going on with yours?" he said, and I just inhaled some and stared at him for a moment.

"I always cared James. Even if we both lost interest in each other growing up. You couldn't handle what I do now and that shouldn't be important. You see that's one of the many consequences of having the life you have. You feel like everyone's out to get you, you feel you can't even trust your family and from what I can see, your family has drastically changed."

"At least I have a family."

"And they're being picked off." I snapped back. Both our bodies were tense, our glares the exact same. James eyes weakened, and he leaned back.

"Everything is just so fucked up." he said, and I nodded slowly. I placed the back of my palms on the table, open to him and he slowly took it.

"I am so sorry that this has happened to you. If you or your family need anything, I want you to know you can call me. You know where I stay. If family is stressing you, I have my guest rooms. If Tariq needs to spend the night to clear his head, he is more than welcome." I explained. His hands were warm in my palm and I closed my fingers around them. He shook his head, eyes soft as they looked up at me.

"Why have we drifted apart?" he whispered. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head slowly thinking about it.

"Because we are both in the game and we owe it to ourselves to stay alive."