Author's Note: Hello friends! Please be warned, this chapter is very, very graphic (the violent kind), so if you're not comfortable with it you can just skip it. Message me and I'll give you a mini-summary or something!

Also, this is going to be in CPOV, let me know if you guys want more of it or hate it completely. This is the first time I'm writing in his POV; it was pretty interesting, to say the least.

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CPOV

Before we made our way to my parents' home we quickly got into my baby, an all-black Bugatti Divo, which was tailed by my security. While Ana slept last night, I made the necessary calls to ramp up our security, especially now that she's staying… Well, that conversation isn't over, not by a long shot. When the time is right I will send her away, she can't get wrapped up in my shit. I need her fucking breathing even if its 3000 miles away from me.

She grabs my hand in the middle of the console and gives me a playful look. Shit, my girl is insatiable, but now is not the time. What I would do to fuck her in my car right now. I shake my head no and continue driving; she runs her hand up my thigh.

"Fuck, Ana," I hiss, great I'm fucking hard again.

"Sorry," she gives me an innocent smile, "just a little?"

I clear my throat and try to forget about where her hand is, "Baby, no, security is right behind us."

"Aren't you up for a little adventure?" she challenges me.

I smirk at her, granting her permission. She quickly unbuttons my trousers and slips my cock out. Fuck, I'm hard. Her body is over the console and my cock is twitching from her hold. She gives me one look and takes my cock in, my girl is talented, I began grinding my hips. Impaling her mouth. Fuck, she starts playing with my balls; my grip on the steering wheel tightens. I push her head down a bit more and she starts gagging, not going to lie, that fucking sound is music to my ears.

I let her head go, signalling that she can loosen up, but she keeps at it with vigour. Slurping, licking, and gagging noises fill the air.

"Baby, fuck just like that," I try my hardest not to close my eyes and revel in the sensation of her mouth. She hums and I'm done for. "I'm coming," I breathe out and my hips start bucking up; fucking her face harder, but she doesn't retreat she's meeting me thrust for thrust. Fuck. She is going to be the fucking death of me.

In three very long spurts, I come down her throat. She gives me a sly smile and tucks me back in, I'm completely spent and immobile.

"Was that good, baby?" she smirks at me.

"Fuck good," I exhale, I bring one of my hands on her thigh hoping to return the favour.

"Nope," she smiles, she instead takes her fingers and inserts it in her sweet cunt. Fuck. I'm hard again, "Nuh, uh, uh." My little minx takes them out and her two fingers are sopping wet, she then puts them in my mouth, and I couldn't help but suck it up. Her juices could cure cancer, it was so fucking good.

I'm whipped. All the other girls I've been with have never been this good, shit, they didn't even really taste that good either. On top of that, I was never truly satisfied, even when I was balls deep in their pussy. No, my baby is the fucking queen.

"I fucking love you," I grab her face forcibly and stick my tongue in her mouth; she still tastes like me. I'm in heaven.

She pulls away, "Look at the road, we don't want to die today."

"What a way to die," I smirk. Once we got all fixed up we drove the last 100 metres to Carrick private and underground parking lot in his home. The security guys that were tailing us gave me knowing smiles, I give them one look that got rid of those real fucking quick.

Fucking pricks.

"Let's go, baby," I whisper in her ear and get into the elevator.

"Oh, you two look so good together," Grace gives each of us a hug, then whispers in my ear, "don't let her go."

"Not planning on it, ma," I hug her back, "where's pops?"

"In his office," she answers and grabs Ana's arm already dragging her away from me. I guess dad wants to get right down to business; I give her a reassuring smile and walk to my father's office.

Elliot, Ethan, and my father were already there with Taylor my underboss.

"Good morning," I said gruffly when I enter.

"Morning, boss," everyone but my brother and father greets me.

"Hey bro, sorry about last night," Elliot greets me.

"Yeah, yeah just stop thinking with your cock or you'll get yourself killed or worse me," I bark.

"Good morning son, shall we get down to business?" Carrick interjects, "How's your shoulder?"

"Eh, I've had worse," I shrug and take the large leather seat next to him.

"My estate was attacked last night, shortly after we left. They shot all around the house, fucking assholes," Carrick seethes.

"Told ya," I reply dryly.

"Yeah, yeah," Elliot interjects, "so what's our next move?"

"What did you see on the CCTV?" I asked Ethan, I stood up and poured myself a bourbon. I know it's early, but fuck it.

"It wasn't Genovese, well definitely not their men, but they could have possibly been hired to take you out," he answers.

"Was there anything in the news?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I already contacted your assistant to release a statement," Elliot replies, see he is good for something. Ros is great, the best thing that's ever happened to me… well in a business sense. She dealt with my legitimate and not so legitimate businesses without batting an eye. It also helps that she's my mom's goddaughter so she's like family.

"Before we jump the gun, we should find out if it was Danny," Carrick warns.

"Nah, pops we know it's them, who else would have the balls to? Danny's a fucking idiot and he'll get what he deserves," I scoff.

"Now son, I can't advise that."

"They shot at both of our houses, they tried to kill me in my own home. Bodies will be fucking piling up on their doorstep if they think they can fuck with me," I stand up and down my drink.

My father nods and sighs, "Fine, but let's do this tactically."

"When do we not," I pour myself another, "I want higher security for everyone, ma and Ana."

"And Kate," Elliot interjects; I give him a hard look but know that it was the right thing to do.

"And Kate," I shake my head, "no one comes ten feet of them. We should bring Mia home, it's not safe for her to be alone-"

"Sorry," Taylor says as his phone rings, I nod at him to pick it up. "Taylor… What? Which one? Yeah… he's here right now. I'll get back to you."

I quirk my eyebrow at him.

"The shipment of the base at the second warehouse was interrupted. They're holding them at fourth, what do you want us to do?" Taylor explains.

I run my hands through my hair, fucking hell, I just wanted a fucking relaxing day. Someone always has to come and ruin it; someone's going to fucking die today for this shit.

"I'll deal with it," I said annoyed, I turn to Elliot, "get the crew ready."

"What about Genovese?" Carrick exclaims.

"They're done, but I want to do it slowly, so Genovese knows who's going to pull the trigger when his day comes," I reply. "He's going to fucking beg for it."

"Son-"

"We're cleaning house," I said sternly.

"I want you to know what you're getting us into," Carrick warns me.

"I do, but if we don't act now, the shit that happened with Luciano will happen to us. His days are numbered."

"Fine," Carrick concedes, "how do you want to do this?"

"Genovese brother and all of his capos, I want Luciano safe. He's the only family Ana has left," I answer. "I have an idea, it will be difficult, but it will be a satisfying payoff."

"What is it?" Ethan asks.

"Anastasia will head it."

"That's impossible, Christian, be reasonable," Carrick interrupts.

"I love a challenge," I reply, "but I know that she will probably be uncomfortable with it so I will end up running it for her."

"Head of two families?" Taylor looks at me skeptically.

"Luciano has some of the best docks and connections, but who knows what will happen since Genovese has his fat fucking greedy hands on them. He'll fucking sully the legacy that Lucky himself made."

"He'd be rolling in his grave," Elliot agrees, "this is brash brother, but I'm with you."

"Do you hate Genovese this much?" Taylor asks.

"Yes, don't you? We were made to look like the fucking snitches," I seethe, "I will put the bullet through his head myself."

"Fine, fine, how?" Taylor asks.

I scowl at his tone, "We take over: Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Harlem, we take all of the capos and their crews. We're strong enough and we're large enough."

"You will start a war, son," Carrick sighs rubbing his temples.

"And?" I challenge.

"Many lives will be ruined for a girl."

"This has nothing to do with Ana!" I growl, punching the tabletop. "I'm doing what should have been done years ago."

"And the families you've left without fathers, sons, brothers?"

"When did you get soft?" I scoff.

"When did you get bloodthirsty?"

"Genovese was going to sell Ana to the fucking highest bidder, he is scum."

"What he does with his family and his dealings is his business."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I immediately saw red, "That fucking prick has dealings with the fucking Russian mob whose largest money-maker is human trafficking. Did you know Danny has a fucking slave living with him? This is the family who you're trying to protect."

"They're not all evil, Christian," Carrick tries to pacify me.

"That's enough, we're doing it, they're all filth," I dismiss him.

"You're being unreasonable, use your brain son," Carrick implores.

"I only care about our family, our well-being, Genovese has tried one too many times to overstep his boundaries. Now we will show him who the fuck he's dealing with, he started this, father. I will end it."

Carrick nods his head in agreement, "Okay, son."

"Thank you," I say curtly.

"I know you didn't need my approval to go through with it, sometimes I feel like you only deemed me your Consigliere so your old man wouldn't be left at home."

"That's ridiculous," I laugh getting up from my seat. "Are we done?"

"Yes, we'll meet again soon," he replies, he nods at me as Elliot and I head to the door. "Oh, I forgot, it's Ana's birthday on Sunday, can we make family dinner Saturday instead?"

"Of course, I'll speak to your mother."

"Good."

"What are you going to do?"

"We're going out to my place in Honolulu for a couple of days."

"Sounds nice," Carrick muses.

"Should be, she doesn't like birthdays, but I want this one to be something she remembers."

"I don't doubt that you will make it special, I apologize for what I said earlier. Ana seems to be a very nice woman."

"She is," I agree. Fuck am I saying this shit out loud?

"Bro, I think you should ask for your balls back," Elliot slaps me on the shoulder.

"Fuck off, don't think I still won't put a bullet through your eyes."

"Oh, Ana," he mimics my voice. I roll my eyes at him, is this guy head of my security?

"Let's go, facia bruta,"

"Fanook!" he yells out and runs away…. Shit, what a pansy. I shake my head and nod at men in the office. I walk into the kitchen, Elliot is chatting with Ana as he scarfs down some cake. She is completely stunning, her beautiful hair fell into waves behind her back, her amazing curves accentuated by her jeans and tight shirt, her blue eyes were sparkling as she laughed. That woman is all mine.

"She's beautiful, Christian, and intelligent too," my mother says in my ear, I nod my head at her. "Don't drool, darling, it's unbecoming."

I quickly snap my head back and finally lock eyes with the beauty in front of me. I can't believe it's happening; I've dreamed of this for years. I've loved the idea of her for so long that now that she's here I don't think I could go back to when she wasn't a part of my life. Talk about visualizing your reality or some hippy-dippy shit.

"Hey, stranger," she smiles at me and leaps out of the stool.

"Hey, beautiful," I breathe her scent in when she wraps her arms around my neck.

"How was your meeting?"

"Very interesting," I smile, "but we have to go and handle some things, will you be alright here until we get back?"

"Of course," she smiles at me reassuringly.

"Good, it shouldn't be more than an hour or so."

"I'll be fine," she kisses my cheek, "go."

"Thank you," I hug her tightly once more, and then signal for Elliot to get his ass up from the stool. "Bye beautiful."

"Bye sexy, I'll be waiting," she says quietly, secretly groping my ass. God this woman is going to be the death of me.

"See ya later, Ana banana," Elliot smiles at her, "bye, ma."

"Bye boys," Grace smiles warmly, "on your way back, can you pick up some cannolis on 52nd?"

"Okay, ma," I answer. I hope one day Ana will be like my mother and be comfortable with this lifestyle. There's still that feeling that she's going to run when shit gets really fucked up and when that happens I don't know what's going to happen. New York will probably go up in flames. She'll have to leave on my terms, so I don't feel like she's abandoning me. Either way, I'm fucked up.

xx

We enter the dark warehouse along the marina we find five men seated on rusty metal chairs. I laugh inside, fuck I'm a sadistic prick because a grin fills my face when I smell and see the blood.

I look at them. All five were badly bruised and their faces were starting to swell, my men did well. "What are you doing in my warehouse?" I asked to no one in particular. "Not speaking? That's okay," I gave the man in the middle a backhand to his face making him fall backwards. He yelled in pain… ah, music to my ears.

"Who's next?" I ask, Elliot laughs.

"We're never gonna talk," the one on the end says in barely a whisper.

"Sorry, what was that?" I ask, walking up to him. "I really should commend you for speaking up. I think I will make this less painful for you." I take my eagle and shoot him right between his eyes. Dead. "Now, who's going to offer me some substantial information? You know I'm not a patient man."

"You'll kill us anyway," one of them sneers. I laugh.

"Well that's obvious, but the way you die could be much less painful. Who sent you?" Nothing. "Sam. Elliot."

"Yes, sir?" Sam answers for the side of the room.

"You can bring your things in."

I look behind me and see Elliot was quickly tapping away on his phone, "Care to join the class fuckwit?"

"Sorry bro, it was Kate," he smiles at me. I shake my head at him. When he finally joins me, I could see he's annoyed at the fact he has to be here.

"I think you guys should make this easier for you, I want to get home and eat some fucking good food," he says to all of them as Sam brings in his cart of goodies. Well his various assortments of torture devices, like I said goodies.

"I don't normally make house calls anymore, but I wanted to see who had the balls to try hit up one of my warehouses," I jeer. "Now, who wants to tell me who sent you," I implore all of them to answer. I mean they're dead anyway, but this is going to be painful for them.

Elliot already tired of the game begins to slap around the second guy, he's laying it into him. I think he should go to anger management classes; this much aggression shouldn't be normal.

"Elliot, I think he's down," I warn when I see that the guy was barely moving.

"Sorry, bro," he wipes his hand on the towel on the cart.

"Sam," I motion for him to begin. He begins with the man seated right in front of me and starts with the pliers.

"Sam here will start cutting one finger from one of you for each unanswered question. You can end this with minimal pain if you just let us know who sent you. I mean some of you will probably bleed out or pass out, then slowly die from that, but know that your deaths will be very, very slow."

"Alright, it was a man named Moe, he hired us to disrupt your shipment," one of the guys blurted out quickly.

"Why?"

"I don't know," he says quickly. Without so much as a flinch, Sam cut off his forefinger, then the others followed.

"You didn't answer his question," Sam informed them.

"I did, I said I didn't know," he screams in pain.

"Why?" I asked again.

"Fuck, he works for a guy…. Gigante."

Genovese. That fucking asshole.

I cock my gun and shoot the guy, at least he won't feel anything anymore.

"You," I point my gun at the guy at the end.

"I got nothin' to say to you," he spat on my shoes. I immediately saw red, and without hesitation, my gun was in his mouth and his brains were on the floor

"He wants some girl back," the other guy next to him answers, dry heaving.

"Which girl?"

"I don't know, but Gigante was talking about her last night, the Luciano," he pleads.

Danny wanted Gigante to marry Ana. I run my hands through my hair, I think Ana's in more danger than I anticipated.

"Sam, deal with this," I ordered, "let's go Elliot."

He doesn't hear me and continues to pummel one of the guys.

"ELLIOT!" I yell for him to follow me.

"Coming!"

"You need some anger management," I slap his back.

"I know, Ma keeps telling me I should see someone."

"She's right, the guy was pretty much dead."

"Did you not hear what he said about Ana?"

"I did, but now we have to be smart about what happens next."

"Aye-aye captain."

"You are an idiot," I shake my head and walk back to my car.

xx

"We need to get the cannolis," Elliot reminds me as we neared our parents' home.

"Fuck, almost forgot, Ma would kill us," I shudder; Elliot is tapping on his phone again. What a girl. "Hey, bud what are you fifteen?"

"It's Kate, she doesn't like being at home."

"She should get used to it," I scoff.

"She wants to go out."

"Do you want Luciano to find her and put a bullet through her head for being a snitch?" I look at him incredulously.

"She's getting cabin fever."

"It's been a day," I deadpan. "This girl is not cut out for this life and you should cut her loose. And If she had listened she wouldn't be in this mess."

He groans, "Yeah, yeah."

We pull up in front of the little Italian Bakery, it was the only family-owned establishment left on the street.

"Buon pomeriggio," Carlo one of the sons of the owner greets us, "how is your mother?"

"She's well," I answer, "she wanted us to pick up her regular order."

"Of course," he smiles and quickly makes us a box. Elliot was watching the door with his hand on his Glock.

I hear a scuffle in my peripheral, and see Elliot barring the door.

"I'm hardly someone you should be afraid of," Berto hisses, "put your piece away."

"Hey, Berto," I smirk, "let him pass, Elliot."

Elliot moves away and lets the guy through.

"I know what you did," he says quietly, but you could still detect the viciousness in his tone.

"We all have blood on our hands," I state simply.

"Here you go, ragazzi," Carlo hands us the box with his hands shaking nervously.

"We'll get out of your hair, Carlo," I handed him a hundred-dollar bill, "thanks."

Giving Roberto a curt nod, Elliot and I walk out of the bakery. Once we get into my car and we've pulled out I finally speak.

"I want them tailed, we put a hit out on all their capos within the week. We leave Gigante and Genovese last."

"Understood. I will set it up."

xx

"Ciao bella," I whisper into her ear and hug her to me tightly.

"You smell weird," she says to me.

"Ah gattina, it's nothing," I kiss her forehead, "would you like to go home now?"

"Yes," she smiles and wraps her arms around my waist.

Finally, everything is right with the world.

Translation:

Buon pomeriggio- Good Afternoon

Ragazzi – Boys

Ciao bella – Hello Beautiful

Gattina – Little kitty