Property of the Mafia

Mia

Julian

Astrid

Mia

“What’s the SOS call?” Julian asks as he steps into my apartment. “Holy shit, this place is beautiful.”

“That’s what you get for finishing top of the class at Harvard law,” Astrid says, heading towards my kitchen. “Our girls smart,” she yells out taking a beer out of the fridge like she owns the place.

Julian rushes over to the wall of windows. “You have a view of central park? I’d love to fuck my new boy toy pressed up against this glass.”

“Get your head out of the gutter.” I point towards the couch. “This is serious.”

They nod and Astrid passes each of us a beer before we sit down. “What’s up?” she asks.

I take a deep breath. “Some detectives came to my house today looking for my brother.”

“You have a brother?” Astrid and Julian say in unison.

“I didn’t think so—but yes. Apparently, they had a partial match from a crime scene that shows I’m siblings with the person.” I crack open my beer. “It’s from that ancestry test you two made me take hoping that I had some distant relative.”

Astrid eyes go wide. “This is amazing, since your parents died, all you’ve wanted to do is to find a relative and now you have one.” She pulls out a small bottle of Cristal Champagne from her purse and I tilt my head to the side. She shrugs. “You said SOS, I wanted to be prepared if it was a celebration.”

“Trust fund kid.” Julian and I say laughing, and she sticks out her tongue.

Julian chews on his fingernail. “So, your mom had a child before you were born and gave it up?”

That’s the question that has bothered me all day. My parents described their romance as a fairytale. They were high school sweethearts and said it was love at first sight. There is no way they would have given up a kid, even if they were young.

I lean forward on the leather couch, grasping the sturdy armrest. “So, remember my parents died in a car accident,” I say and they both nod. “My mom was eight months pregnant. My adoptive parents said she lost the baby, maybe she didn’t.”

“You think they lied to you?” Astrid’s eyes narrow and I shake my head.

“I don’t think so,” I say quietly, and Astrid passes me the Champaigne and I drink it straight from the bottle. She’s right, since my parents died, I’ve missed a family connection and tonight is a celebration.

She clinks her beer with my bottle. “Now you’ll have to use that fancy shmancy law degree to save your brother.”

“Fancy shmancy.” I roll my eyes.

She gives me the middle finger. “Can’t you picture it, he’s up on trial and they are about to convict him, and you come in and save him,” she says dramatically.

“You know she’s a corporate lawyer, right?” Julian deadpans and I laugh.

Astrid pulls chips out of her bag and starts nibbling on them. Julian and I both look at each other. “How are you so thin?” he asks.

“Ozempic,” she says it like it’s obvious.

“Trust fund kid.” He shakes his head, and I laugh. “What else do you have in there?”

She pulls out ice cream and a couple of spoons. “I prepared for everything.” She shrugs. “I thought if the SOS was really bad you might need comfort food.”

“It is kind of sad.” I take the spoon from her dipping into the chocolate cookie dough ice cream. “The cop over shared the location of one of the crimes and I looked into it, an elderly woman was hurt pretty bad. The article says the crimes are linked with the New York mafia. My brother could do twenty years in prison if convicted.”

“Over shared?” Julian shrugs and I smile sheepishly. “You lawyered the cop with that pretty smile.” He grabs the spoon from me and takes a scoop of ice cream. “Those dimples can bring any guy to their knees.” He eats more ice cream, then pushes it away. “So, what’s the plan to save your brother?”

All of us sit quietly.

We drink.

We drink more.

Finally, Astrid says in a eureka moment voice, “Julian is on to something. Guys love your emerald eyes. If you can’t save your brother by legal means, you’ll have to do it illegally. You can seduce the head of the mafia and ask him to bribe someone to get your brother off.”

“That’s crazy.” I roll my eyes.

“It’s kind of genius,” Julian says, and I go to laugh, until I realize he’s not joking.

These two are clinically insane.

“Rich people use bribes all the time to get out of trouble,” Astrid says it like it’s obvious and when Julian and I look at her like she’s crazy, she shrugs. “It’s kind of what we do. I would help, but this is above my capabilities.”

“So we’re doing this.” Julian clasps his hands together excitedly. “You’ll get close to a mafia don and ask him to save your brother.”

Am I really doing this? My mom always said that woman are the glue that hold families together. My parents would want me to protect my brother. Finding out about him was a miracle and I’m not going to let us be separated again.

I nod, downing half the bottle of champagne. “I’ll go along with your plan, until I come up with a better one.”

“In the meantime, Astrid and I will start planning how to turn you into a sex goddess,” Julian says and Astrid nods.

“Seduction training starts tomorrow,” Astrid says. I can already see the wheels churning.

God help me.

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“This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m going along with this.” I say to Astrid, then look up at the guy Julian refers to as his boytoy, BT for short. I should have known they were up to something when I got the late night call to come over to Julian’s place.

“There is no way you snag the head of the New York mafia without being able to give a mind-blowing blow job,” Julian says, while unbuckling BT’s pants.

“You said blow twice in the same sentence.” I giggle like a small child. “We are too drunk to be making any decisions right now.”

Julian gently pushes me down so I’m on my knees in front of his BT. “We’ve talked about this, and you haven’t come up with a better plan.” He pulls the guys shirt off. Wow, BT’s abs are amazing. Julian catches me looking and runs his fingers along them. “I told you he’s sexy as hell. Wait till you see his dick.”

“Do we really need to go this far with our group activities?” I ask sarcastically.

“You need to be prepared,” Astrid says emphatically. “We can’t leave anything to chance.” She pulls a hair tie out of her ponytail and puts my hair up. “Now suck.”

“Shouldn’t I be practicing on an old guy?” I take another sip of wine, trying for liquid courage. When these two make up their mind, there is no going back.

Astrid shakes her head. “No, I did a little digging; he’s twenty-seven and his name is Carlos Luciano. There aren’t any pictures of him online.”

“How are there no pictures?” I ask.

“I told you, if you’re rich enough, you can do whatever you want.” She shrugs like it’s obvious, then pops a Skittle in her mouth. I don’t even know where the bag came from.

“Rich people can buy the internet?” I grab a skittle from her.

“Yes. Now stop stalling and be a good little whore.” She pats me on the head.

“Maybe I can just ask this Carlos Luciano guy to save my brother without becoming his fuck toy as you called it. Besides I bet he has professional hookers around him all the time. How can I compete with them?”

“Your dimples,” Julian says while stroking his hand up and down BT’s dick. “Men melt around you. And you're right he’s around whores all the time, so you will have to be something completely different. Now we just have to add more of a sexy edge to you.”

“My ex-boyfriend never complained when I sucked his dick.” I shrug. Although now that I think about it, he never really complimented me. Oh shit, maybe I am bad at this.

“Assholes opinions don’t count,” Julian says, and I fist bump him for his show of allegiance.

“Suck,” Astrid says emphatically. “Your crash course in how to seduce a man starts now.”

“My eyes focus on BT’s body. It’s like he was built in a lab. His blonde hair, blue eyes, bronze tan, complete the surfer look.

“I know he’s perfection,” Julian says, and I blush.

“Can’t I just wear a sexy dress or red lipstick to make me turn him on.” I pout.

“Knowing you give good head will give you a sexy confidence.” Astrid unwraps a lolly pop, sucking on it.

“But.” I pout, chewing on the corner of my mouth. I look at the guy’s dick, then up at him. “Are you okay with this?”

Julian laughs, pulling BT’s mouth towards him in a kiss, making this situation even weirder. “When a guy’s dick is this hard, you don’t have to ask.”

“You’re right, she’s cute,” BT says to Julian.

“Don’t—” Julian and Astrid say in unison covering their hands to their face knowing that word triggers me.

“Don’t call me that.” I grit my teeth and stand up, poking his perfectly chiselled chest. “Just because I’m five foot two and have dimples doesn’t make me cute. I’m an adult.”

“Even your tantrums are cute,” BT says egging me on. The corner of his mouth turns up in a smile, then he looks over at Julian. “She’s like a fluffy baby penguin that you want to cuddle.” I huff and he stares directly in my eyes challenging me. “Prove that you’re not cute.”

“Fine,” I say with determination. I’ve never been one to step down from a challenge. “Teach me how to hit a homerun in the bedroom.”

“You and your baseball analogies.” Astrid laughs and I giggle, again too long. Maybe it’s good that I’m this level of drunk, she’d never convince me to do this sober.

“Oh, shit. That giggle is cute,” BT says. This guy is pushing all my buttons.

Julian laughs. “I know, right. It’s like a babies laugh. There’s something about it.”

I roll my eyes at all of them. “Make me the Derek Jeter of blow jobs,” I say, and Astrid and Julian deadpan. I don’t know how I’m best friends with people that don’t even know who the best Yankee short stop of all time is.

“Let’s see what you got.” BT smirks and I’m instantly motivated by his challenge.

“Look up at him and bite your lip,” Julian commands and I do it. “Sexier.” I try it again and he cringes.

“How do I bite my lip, sexily. Being sexy.” I correct my drunken self.

“You’re a Harvard grad, I’m sure you can figure it out,” she says, and I roll my eyes. “Besides if you’re going to be the Derek Jackson of blow jobs, you have to be able to do this.”

“It’s Derek Jeter,” BT corrects her, and I suddenly have a newfound appreciation for him.

I look down slightly, maintain eye contact and he adjusts my chin height, then I look up at him and bite the corner of my lip.”

“Good,” BT says and runs his fingers through my hair. Lick your upper lip,” he commands, and I do. “Slower,” he says, and I try it again. “That’s Perfect.”

I look up at BT and he’s staring at Julian. He’s telling me what to do, but I know this is meant for Julian. Somehow that’s hot, in a weird way. The alcohol really must be affecting my judgement. I don’t know how much I can take in my mouth because he’s so big. I cup my hand around his dick, then take him in a little deeper each time. His dick stays hard, so I must be doing something right. Then I see that he’s staring at Julian and realize this has nothing to do with me.

Sweet Jesus this is foreplay for these two.

BT pulls back and shrugs.

“That bad?” I cringe.

“Not terrible.” BT purses his lips and my face turns crimson. “I didn’t mean it that way. Seriously it’s not bad,” he says, and I shudder at the word, bad. “There’s just room for improvement.” He takes my finger and puts it in his mouth. He uses a lot more tongue, wrapping it around my finger, then flicking the tip.

“Oh.” I suck in a breath. Julian told me BT is a blow job expert and I can see what he meant. The guy continues fucking my finger and I pay close attention to what he does. Clearly, I’m the Anthony Volpe of blow jobs, a good short stop, but far from the best.

He slides his thumb in my mouth. “Now you try.” It’s awkward, given that I have an audience, but I nod. I’m already humiliated, how much worse can this get. I copy his motion, twirling my tongue around his thumb.

“More pressure, use just the tip of your tongue.” I follow his instruction and eventually he smiles. “Good, now suck me.” He’s still staring at Julian, and I roll my eyes stuck in this weird sex triangle.

I lower myself down and he adjusts my hand, tightening my grip, guiding my hand to slide up and down, twisting slightly at the shaft, then I put my lips around BT’s dick and try the tongue thing. “Good, now flick the head.” I do and he pauses. “A little harder, more at just the tip.”

I do it again and he moans. “Shit, that’s good.”

I repeat the motion, wrapping my tongue around his length, then flick the tip just like he taught me and BT moans again.

Astrid was right, I do feel sexier.

“Keep your eyes on him,” Astrid interrupts. “Even if he’s eye fucking Julian right now.” She points her finger at Julian. “Focus. If Mia’s going to get close to Carlos nothing can be left to chance. If he senses something is off, he won’t think twice about putting a bullet in her head.”

That chilling reminder freezes all of us, and I suck like my life depends on it because it kind of does. When Julian’s hand wraps in my hair, pushing my head into BT’s dick further I stop and pull away.

“Too much,” Julian purses his lips and Astrid scolds him. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He shrugs, but by the way his lips curve up, he’s definitely not sorry. He enjoyed every second of it.

BT smiles at me like a proud teacher. “Good job, you Babe Ruth’d it,” he says and Astrid and Julian deadpan again.

“Come on you don’t even know who Babe Ruth is?” I shake my head in disgust and then smile satisfied. “It means I hit a home run.” I shrug. “And you said this would be hard.”

Astrid lifts her hands in the air. “This isn’t a game, Mia. Uber rich men are dangerous, and this one literally kills people for a living. He won’t play around. You’ve done the basics of a blow job, but he’ll want you to gag.”

“What? Why?”

She sighs. “I live in a world with powerful men. To them sex is about the conquest and possession. At some point he’ll take over and won’t give a shit what you want. I’m not saying it’s bad, because I love letting go, but you need to be prepared.”

“Okay,” I return my eyes to BT. “Make me gag.”

Astrid rolls her eyes. “I think we’ve had enough for now.” She looks over at Julian whose eyes are laser focussed on BT’s dick, then she smirks at me. “I think we need to leave these two alone because I’m about to gag and it’s not from sucking dick.”

But Astrid’s right, this is no joke, and I’m determined to get my brother back. If there’s one thing I’m good at, its studying. “Just a little more,” I shrug, looking at BT. “Can you teach me how to deep throat.”

“Oh, shit, our girls growing up,” Julian says like a proud parent and I sigh.