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It was 5 A.M when the loud vibration of Nia’s phone flooded her apartment. She jumped up to turn it off and rubbed her sore eyes as Lorenzo laid silently beside her. She sat there for a moment, taking in his thick eyebrows, deep olive skin and toned body as he slept, unaware of the chaos that took place last night. For a moment, she wanted to kiss him but she knew he was out late and needed to sleep a little while longer before they departed for New York.
Nia rolled over and checked her phone and saw she missed a few calls from her father, no doubt it was about being seen with Lorenzo, but she didn’t want to deal with explaining their relationship to her father right now. Instead, Nia’s white-painted toes met the soft, plush fabric of her shag rug in front of her bed and she stepped into a pair of grey slippers. Her eyes adjusted to the darkroom and she caught a glimpse of Lorenzo’s duffle bag. She knew he kept a couple of extra sets of clothes inside, along with clothes for New York. She thought it was kind of pointless to spend the night in New York for a one-day meeting, but still, she didn’t know how the mob did things. Her eyes traveled to the bathroom door; it was cracked open with a red mark near the doorknob. Careful not to disturb Lorenzo’s slumber, she crept to the bathroom and her suspicion was correct– it was blood that had hardened on the knob. Always the clean freak, Nia quickly grabbed a cleaning solution from beneath the sink and wiped the blood clean.
Nia was preparing to shower when she saw droplets of blood on her bathroom floor. It led behind her laundry basket and she saw his bloodied clothing in a pile. Chills ran down her spine when she thought about what must’ve happened on the previous night. Blood was all over his white shirt and something told her it wasn’t his blood. He was still peacefully asleep in her bed, but she quickly threw his bloodied clothing with a heap of hydrogen peroxide in the washing machine unit in her apartment and took a shower.
As the hot water ran over her body, Nia tried to shake the feeling of what she already knew. She knew that he killed people and somehow, she chose to live with that strange reality. There was an element of secrecy surrounding Lorenzo, he knew a lot of things about her but he was still a mystery sometimes. She didn’t want lies in her relationship, she’d had enough of that with her ex, Antoni, but the truth can hurt too. Her mind began to race when she thought about what he did last night before he came in so late and who he could’ve been with. That shirt was definitely evidence of a crime and she compromised it the second she tossed in the washer like it was last week’s bedsheets.
***
Lorenzo woke up when Nia was finished with her shower, as if his internal clock went off. He found Nia at the edge of her bed applying an autumn scented moisturizer to her skin/ Her hair was in its natural, shoulder-length kinky-curly state and Lorenzo loved it that way, it looked more like her.
He glanced over at his work phone and saw that their meeting was being postponed until around 6 P.M that that day due to scheduling issues with the woman they “rented” the apartment from– a single mom, they paid her to use her apartment for a few hours to hold meetings. She wasn’t a rat, they paid her a month’s rent and there were never any questions asked, and most importantly, the Feds didn’t know.
“Good morning, hon,” Lorenzo greeted her as he leaned in to kiss her.
Nia gave him a quick peck on the lips in response, but she seemed annoyed about something. “Morning.”
Lorenzo took in her beauty, but he couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t her usual chipper morning self. “You okay?”
She sighed but didn’t make eye contact with him as she buttoned a cream-colored blouse. “I’m fine.”
“You can take your time, we won’t be leaving another couple of hours,” Lorenzo said as he adjusted the clock on her nightstand.
Nia nodded and tightened the robe around her waist. He sensed something tense about her, and that’s when he heard it– the washing machine made a ping sound, notifying that it was off in the next room. Nia walked into the other room and removed Lorenzo’s cold, wet garments from the wash and held them in front of him. The look on her face said it all– she was pissed.
“Where the fuck were you last night, Lorenzo?” Nia asked as she held his clothes. “And what the fuck is in your bag.”
He sighed and stood up and took it from her. She followed him to the next room as he threw it into the dryer on high heat. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nia spat.
“We both know you’re better off not knowing what I did.”
“No, Lorenzo, I want honesty.”
He turned to her and put his hand over hers. “You’re right. I know I should tell you.” He held her eyes for a moment. “I killed a man last night and I have a couple of guns and a knife in the bag, that’s all..”
Nia swallowed hard but kept her composure. “Who was it?”
“A Anadolu Yakası escort man who killed my cousin,” he explained. “But don’t worry about it, everything is disposed of, I cover my tracks.”
Nia exhaled and studied the floor. She knew he’d killed someone, but it felt different when he told her. She also knew this was the norm for him, to dispose of bad people and she could live with that, but she needed to shed the dread that this was her reality. She knew deep down that she cared so much for him to the point where she destroyed evidence in her washing machine.
“I-I just,” Nia stuttered as tears filled her eyes. “I just don’t want you to be killed. I don’t want something to happen to you.”
Lorenzo held her closer and kissed her forehead. “Listen, nothing is going to happen to me, you hear me?”
Nia wiped her tears. “Yes, I want to believe you. Honesty is important to me and I want that with us. I didn’t have that with my ex at all, but it’s something I want with you.”
“What happened?” he pleaded, he searched her eyes for answers.
She fought the urge to cry before telling Lorenzo everything– the abuse she faced with Antoni and how probably would’ve killed her by now. Lorenzo was beyond furious and it took time to cool him down. He wanted to know everything about Antoni’s whereabouts but Nia had nothing to give him. As far as she knew, he was in the wind. Nia tried to bury it for now but she didn’t like bringing back past demons.
***
Nia was a little tense after telling Lorenzo the story of her ex, so he took her out for breakfast at the little cafe near her apartment. He told her that they wouldn’t be leaving for New York for a few more hours. This would give her time to do some quick errands and double-check what she packed for the trip. While they were out running errands, Nia’s phone rang again, it was her father. She quickly opted out of the call and threw her phone into her small purse. She loved her father but she didn’t feel like explaining herself to him or anyone else for that matter. She knew her brother was smart, but no doubt he’s mentioned something to their father when they dropped him off after football practice last week. She ignored her father but she couldn’t deny that she missed her brother and sister, they didn’t have to be involved in this.
Nia studied Lorenzo from the passenger seat as they drove through a neighborhood in West Philly. She studied the way he held the steering wheel but his right hand almost never left her thigh. His green eyes were shielded from the late-autumn sun through his dark sunglasses. He had a weird way of always looking mysterious and sexy, but there was still so much she wanted to learn about him.
“So why did you decide to get into the business you’re in and not like, accounting or something?” Nia asked casually.
Lorenzo chuckled and stole a glance her way before his eyes returned to the road. “That’s a funny question. Do I look like I’d be a good accountant to you?”
Nia cracked a smile. “I know, but really, why organized crime?”
He turned a corner and they drove down a busy main street. “I mean, my uncles and father were in it, so it was only natural. I wanted to be just like my father and it turns out, I’m good at what I do. Believe it or not, but I wanted to be a singer when I was a kid.”
“I can’t imagine you being a singer.” chuckled.
He adjusted the volume knob on the stereo, blasting an old Jazz song. “This right here. This is music. I wanted to be a jazz singer. All the girls wanted me to sing to them when I was in high school.”
Nia giggled and leaned back in her seat. “I can imagine you being a little Casanova wooing all the girls in homeroom.”
Lorenzo fixed his eyes on her when they reached a red light. “Now you’re the only one I want to entertain.”
“Stop,” Nia gushed with butterflies in her tummy. “I wanna know how you feel about me, Lorenzo.”
He squeezed her thigh and his hand gravitated towards her knee. “I have a lot of feelings about you, Nia. I think you’re absolutely amazing.”
Nia tried to fight a smile, but she couldn’t help it. “You’re very sweet, thank you. I know it’s more than just a fling.”
“It’s never been a fling with you, baby.” Lorenzo assured her.
She shook her head and focused on his soft expression. “I know, I completely agree.”
He reached for her hand and held it against his lips for a kiss when they reached another red light. “Come on, kid, let’s get back to your place so you can finish packing.”
She nodded her head in agreement but there was so much more she wanted to tell him, but something about it all seemed too soon. They were only dating a little over a month and she was still fighting herself on the inside about falling in love with a man like him.
***
Later that afternoon, Nia, Lorenzo, and Kenny began the route to New York in destination for Queens. The drive there felt short, and Nia was still puzzled as to Anadolu Yakası escort bayan why they needed to stay overnight with such a short commute, but she didn’t want to ask.
Nia and Lorenzo stayed in a hotel room directly across from Kenny, while Lorenzo’s loyal men stayed on opposite sides of the floor. It was rare that Lorenzo feared for his life, but he never took chances and took pride in security which was why he always carried at least one gun at all times. When he and Nia were settled into their room, he put his gun on the nightstand and did a thorough check for any recording devices or cameras in the room– there weren’t any.
Nia admired the lavish room and huge, king-sized bed with a balcony view that overlooked the busy city street. As she admired the view, Lorenzo came up behind her and kissed her neck.
“How ’bout we break in the bed?” Lorenzo hissed in her ear.
Nia bit her lip and turned around to face him. “I wanna explore the city first.”
Lorenzo had a devilish smile. “You’re a lot more intriguing than this damn city.”
“For real though, what’s here that couldn’t be done in a conference call?” Nia smiled, halting his advances.
“It’s tradition, the way it’s always been.” Lorenzo pushed a hair behind her ear. “I don’t want you worrying about me, okay?”
She glanced over at the clock sitting on the nightstand. “How much time do we have until we leave again?”
Lorenzo shrugged. “Eh, maybe an hour, why?”
Nia didn’t break his gaze as she reached for the zipper of his trousers and pulled them down before she dropped to her knees in front of him. To her surprise, he was already semi-hard and wanting her.
“Consider this good luck for tonight,” she said before slipping his cock into her mouth.
Lorenzo’s eyes rolled back in his head when he felt Nia’s warm envelope around his hard cock. She began a steady rhythm of bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around his cock. She stroked the base of it and it was huge in comparison with her hand, but she was proud of herself for being able to suck a cock as big as his. She rolled her tongue around the tip before taking his cock halfway down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds as Lorenzo groaned with arousal.
Nia kept her eyes fixed on him as he held her head on either side and pushed his cock further into her throat in a rough manner. She grabbed hold of his hip as if to brace herself, but she was used to it. She loved sucking him off and getting his control,
Lorenzo pulled himself out of her mouth and exhaled. “Lay on your stomach,” he instructed as he stroked his cock, watching as Nia complied. “Put your ass in the air.”
Nia did as she was told and laid on her stomach, giving him a full view of her backside. He straddled her for a moment before pushing his cock inside her wet throbbing pussy. He felt so deep inside of her she swore she would almost split in half.
Lorenzo continued fucking her at a slow, paced rhythm while rubbing her clit before his pace increased erratically.
This didn’t stop Lorenzo from going harder, although he admired the screams of pleasure and expression written all over her face, he wanted her to feel more.
He leaned down and bit her nipple, causing her to jump beneath him. He pinched and pulled at her other breast as he fucked her. Nia ruffled her fingers in his hair, pulling at it as he went harder, pushing her limits. He released his mouth from her nipple and lowered his lips to hers in a kiss.
Their pace slowed until their eyes were locked together in an intimate gaze. Nia rested her hands on Lorenzo’s shoulders as he continued to push in and out of her. Nia kept her legs enveloped around his hips and reveled in the rarely slowed motion of their sex until he came inside of her.
***
About thirty minutes later, things were back to business as usual and the pair took quick showers in preparation for the evening.
“So where are we going exactly?” Nia asked as she rummaged through her suitcase, in search of a cute outfit to wear to replace usual her black sweater and jeans.
Lorenzo combed his hair back as he looked in the mirror. “We’re meeting up at a bar in lower Queens, I’ll be there for a bit. And then tonight I’ll be at an apartment with some of the other bosses.”
“I thought you’d go somewhere fancy like a casino or something. ” Nia said before she settled on her black spaghetti-strapped bodycon dress with a see-through black pantyhose.
Lorenzo glanced over her tight dress and wanted to fuck her all over again, but he had work to do.
“This isn’t the movies, doll.” Lorenzo smoothed the silver hair that grazed his temples. “I told you it isn’t glamorous and I’d prefer if you’d go somewhere in the city, my treat.”
Lorenzo held her in his arms, she had so much behind her eyes and he had so much he wanted to tell her so much, but he knew he’d lose her forever if she knew everything.
“Well, if escort bayan you want, I know some of my men’s wives are usually spend time at this wine bar in lower Queens, you can go there if you want.”
Lorenzo held her a little closer. “Just tread lightly with them, they’re the gossiping New Jersey type if you know what I mean.”
She smiled and shrugged. “I’m sure I can handle it.”
“Come on, I want you to meet the guys.” Lorenzo kissed her on the cheek.
***
Ronny Palanco ran Queens, a king of queens you could say, he’s been at it for nearly twenty years. Henry Moretti took care of Brooklyn and Manhattan after Manhattan’s boss died last year, and Vinny Colombo handled Staten Island. Paul Ricci was the man of south Jersey. Together, the five men were the dream team in the world of the east coast mafia and they took care of their own. When they held meetings, they held them exclusively with the five of them, rarely letting anyone else inside, but on other times, associates were allowed in if it were more casual. If there was one thing these men learned from the business, it was never using the drugs they sold. They knew men in their family who were also in the life who became addicted while selling and they didn’t want that for themselves. It didn’t help that the FBI and the police force were breathing down their necks, waiting for a hiccup to happen, but they made sure to cover their tracks and pay off people to keep their mouths shut without a paper trail.
When Nia met the men at a small local bar, each man stood up and gave Nia a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Lorenzo introduced them all one by one; It was customary for bosses to have their new girlfriend/wife greet the men the other men of the mob, it was important for everyone to know faces, for everyone’s security.
Lorenzo wrapped an arm around her small waist. “I want you all to meet my girl, Nia.”
“It’s nice to meet you all.” Nia said with a smile.
The men warmly greeted her and everyone exchanged words for a little while before Kenny drove her to the wine bar in Queens while the men met departed a few blocks.
Nia couldn’t deny it, but she was nervous about spending time with other women whose husbands and boyfriends were involved in the mob. She was great at putting on a brave face, but that couldn’t mask the fear she felt as she entered the lounge when Kenny dropped her off.
As Nia entered the lounge, she caught sight of the women immediately. Near the center of the lounge, five women in their mid-forties nursed on red wines in vintage Versace. When she approached the table, a busty brunette wearing a stood up and embraced Nia in a quick hug.
“Oh! Look at you.” the woman said in a thick South Jersey accent. “You must be Renzo’s new girl? I’m Marie Traviono, Paul’s fiance.”
“Hi, I’m Nia.” she replied.
Marie gave Nia a warm smile before they walked to the tall, lounge table. Come, sit sit.”
Nia settled herself in the small bar stool-type chair beside her.
A petite bottle blonde with long, blue nails shook Nia’s hand. “Hey, I’m Pat. I’m with, Henry. I remember he said something about Lorenzo seeing a black girl.”
Nia sat there stunned for a moment, but she wasn’t too surprised by the comment. She was sure women like herself were rare in these circles, but she held her ground in stressful situations. A young waitress came by and Nia ordered a white wine and she could feel the women studying her, but she didn’t care. Although she was an escort in a competitive business, she never felt the need to have drama with other women.
“So, uh, so where are you all from?” Nia asked the group.
Lorena, a dark-haired brunette perked up. “I’m from Delaware, the odd girl out since the rest of the girls from New York or Jersey I’m assuming you’re from Philly?”
Nia felt herself relax a little. “Yeah, I’m a Philly girl through and through.”
“I think I have some cousins there, nice girls.” Marie chimed in. “So what do you do for a living, Nia?”
Nia hesitated. She always had a convenient lie for moments like this, but she wasn’t sure if the time she went with these women was temporary, or if she could actually trust them.
“I work in the hospitality industry.” Nia took a sip of her wine.
A pregnant silence fell over the group. It was a little awkward seeing as how Nia was new and the rest of the women were all friends and well-equipped into this life. She almost felt like a fifth wheel.
“I’m surprised a man like Lorenzo is with someone so. .uh. . .young.” Pat said, scanning Nia’s appearance up and down. “You know he’s a boss, right?”
Nia pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Oh yeah, I know. I’m a big girl, I’m not scared.” She didn’t dare tell them about the bloody clothes or the cuts she saw on him, even though that was probably a normal Tuesday for them. `
“Pff that’s what Marcia said.” Holly scuffed, looking away, not daring to make eye contact with Nia.
Nia gave her a hard stare and sat up in her seat.”And who’s Marcia?”
It was obvious this was a touchy subject.
“The ex-wife.” Pat replied matter-of-factly, “They were together for like, five years or something. Last I heard, she moved back to Nevada with her mom, she was scared shitless. I still can’t believe they got divorced.”
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