BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 5
MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 5: Who Is She? Chapter 5: Who Is She? Riccardo
For years now, we have been trying to find the perfect slave for us, I was tired and bored with all the searching. You would think
owning a dungeon would help the cause but no one caught our attention at least, not all of ours. It happened that either Marshall
or I found one we wanted to give a try but that person rarely held our interest for more than couple of fuck.
I rubbed my neck in frustration, looking down at the sea of people and not really registering anything or anyone.
"Are you coming to the wedding this weekend?" Marshall asked, dragging me out of my thoughts. "What?" I turned towards him,
disregarding the people downstairs.
I should probably go down there and make sure the open house went smoothly but that is why I had people working for me, so I
didn't need to. Marshall was the most charming man out of the three of us, with his dirty brown hair, warm hazel eyes and easy
smile, he was a hit with women. People always gravitated towards him, they couldn't help themselves. He had a charming
presence and he always looked relaxed but I knew it was only a facade. Sure, he was more carefree than Kingston and me but
he could shift his demeanor by the snap of a finger. Not many saw that side
of him.
"My father's wedding, are you coming? Please don't leave me to suffer alone, Adanna will be there." He shuddered at the
mention of Adanna. He tried his best to avoid her but it wasn't so easy when she worked at the club and was his sister's best
friend. "What is it, his fifth wedding?" Kingston's gruff voice was low, I could almost not hear him.
Kingston doesn't like to talk but when he does, it is always a whisper. Being a mountain of a man, with tattoos on almost every
surface of his skin except his face, his voice constantly came as a surprise to the people lucky enough to hear him speak. His
voice didn't match his appearance, his calm was like that of the calm before the storm, you could just sense there was something
violent.
underneath.
"Sixth wedding. Marshall corrected.
five years old.
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"Damn it, that pig gets around. It pays to have money." 1 joked,
Marshall wasn't close with his billion dollar worth of a father, the only family member he was close to was his sister and none of
his family members knew about his devious sexual side and he wanted to keep it that way.
"Yes, tell me about it...." He trailed off, staring down at the people below and his whole body froze as his breath left his lungs in a
rush.
"What is..." I followed his gaze, landing on a woman I had never seen before.
Her raven black long hair and a skin so white-it-looked like porcelain. She looked like a doll, beautiful and delicate. I couldn't see
her well from our position but what I saw, I liked it a lot. The woman raised slowly from her chair at the bar, revealing a deliciously
sinful body, an hourglass figure meant to tease every man crossing her path and leaving them panting as she passed. She hid
nothing with a tight corset and damn, she even wore a garter belt, making me want to see what it looked like on her naked with
nothing but that belt and her heels. Yes, the heel would
definitely stay on too.
"Who the fuck is that?" Marshall asked as he kept starting, tracking her every move. Looking to my other side, I confirmed
Kingston also looked at her, his hands clenched into fists.
"I have absolutely no idea, maybe someone is looking to join?" I guessed, hoped that was the case.
But when we kept looking, my hope slowly dwindled, the woman said something to Jolene before rushing out, her steps were
hurried like her ass was on fire. Before my friends could say anything! else, I was on the move, walking purposefully down the
stairs and towards the bar. I didn't need to turn around to know both of them were following me.
"Hello, Master Riccardo, Kingston and Marshall." Jolene greeted us, she was a beautiful older woman but not our type and I
could see the appeal. Her markup was flawless, hiding her wrinkle
"Jolene, who was the woman you were just talking to?" I went straight to the point, I didn't like to beat around the bush, it took too
much time. Her brows shot up, surprise written on her face. "Angelia?" She asked for clarification.
"How would I know? Was that the woman you just talked to? The one who rushed out here so fast you would think she saw the
devil. My voice was unnecessarily harsh but I needed to know. I didn't know why but just felt to know her.
"Yes, that was Angelia." She responded.
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"Angelia what?" Marshall asked, clearly not happy with being left out of this conversation.
"..." she blinked, stunned by our persistence.
"I don't know, she didn't tell me her last name."
"Fuck, Marshall echoed my thought, how the hell could we find out who she was now?
"The guest list!" He examined, his eyes lighting up as he found the answer to my silent question.
Everyone who visited the Pleasure Palace was required to write down their name and contact information, it was mostly for
security reasons and in case we needed to track them down if they breached our rules by taking photos and video in particular.
Marshall crossed the space to the door fast with Kingston and me not far after. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who needed
to know this woman's name. We went across the corridor in a hurry, the photos hanging on the wall passed in a blur. "Adanna,
give us the guest list!" Marshall ordered as soon as we reached the front desk.
Even though I was the one who owned the club, my friends took the liberty to make themselves at home. The same way I did
whenever I visited Kingston's night club. Adanna jumped at the demand, obeying without a second thought. As soon as she took
out the guest list, she looked at him so intently that it made me uncomfortable. She had an unhealthy amount of interest when it
came to Marshall and some in Kingston and me as well.
I let him search through the book, trusting him to know where to look. Instead I focused my eyes on Adanna when she wasn't
looking, neither of us liked having her work here but it was as a favor to Marshall's sister. It gave me the creeps, seeing how
fixedly she was taking Marshall in like she was devouring him with her eyes.
She'scanned every part of him a couple of times and she only stopped at specific body parts she liked the most. His thighs,
arms, hands and chest, she couldn't see much of him with his suit on but it was clear he was muscular. We all were, although
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