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The Mafia Glamour

NEW STORY ALERT!!!!! 💦THE 💦 MAFIA🔥🔥 Glamour 🥵🥵 (Rated🔞) PROLOGUE "Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are...... mine Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server.
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Chapter 8

💦 THE 💦

MAFIA 🔥🔥

Glamour 🥵🥵

Episode 8

🍒Isadora's POV🍒

Rafael kicked the double doors so hard it broke the mechanism that made it open by itself when you pushed the button. His eyes glazed over, sweaty and breathing heavy... technically I could say he was hyperventilating. I can't seem to find the word that accurately describes how mad he is. He storms past us with Alfonzo right on his heels. Everyone else followed.

"Rafael don't!" Alfonzo screamed. Completely ignored, Rafael walks out of the hospital and peels off in the SUV we came in.

"What happened!?" Emiliano shouted.

"Mom told him what Javier said to Isadora. He got mad, ripped the IV out of his arm and stormed out." Alfonzo sighed.

"Damnit Gabriella!"

"He deserves to know and Javier deserves this beat down that's coming to him! He had no right to say those thing to Isadora!" She shouts. Emiliano lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Gabriella, keep Mirella with you. She doesn't need to see what's about to happen. Boys, take the spare van and meet me at the house. Im taking Isadora with me."

- At The House -

Pulling up to the house we could hear Rafael screaming. Running inside we see an already bruised and bleeding Javier. Although he was hurt, aparently it was not enough to stop arguing. Rafael's shoulder was bleeding but not too bad.

"The fuck is wrong with you!? Telling my girl that she's the reason I got shot!"

"She is the reason! Someone wants her and you were in the way! So they tried to take you out! Why can't you see that!?" Javier screamed. Someone wants me? What the hell am I missing!?

"Shut the fuck up! You are never to speak to her again! If I see you anywhere near her, brother or not, I'll kill you!"

"Enough!" Emiliano yelled, stomping his foot on the floor. When Rafael saw me his expression softened. He looked hurt. Not just physically, but inside he was hurting. I ran up and hugged him he paused for a moment before wrapping his arms around me. When he loosened his grip, I placed my hands on his chest.

"Please Rafael, calm down." I pleaded. His eyes found their way to my arm. He gently grabbed my arm and examined it. I looked down and saw a small bruise that formed. You could see the nail indentations in the dark purple and blue hues.

"YOU FUCKING HURT HER!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Pushing past me, he grabbed Javier and began wailing on him so hard all the white that was left on his bandages was now soaked a dark red color and dripping down his arm. With Javier almost unconscious, Rafael stopped and took a blade out of his pocket, holding it to Javier's throat.

"No Rafael!" Gabriella screamed as she ran into the room. He stayed there for a moment, then got up in a huff and walked away. At this point I didnt care how he would react. I ran to him, throwing my arms around him. He was breathing heavy when I felt his breath hitch as if he was on the verge of crying.

"I'm so sorry baby." He hugged me and burried his face in my neck.

"Shhhh..." I kissed his cheek and felt him immediately relax. "I'm taking you back to the hospital." He nodded and took my hand. When I reached Emiliano I stopped. "We'll be back later." He nodded.

- At The Hospital -

He was silent the whole way there, but never let go of my hand. Sitting in the room waiting for the nurse, Rafael sighed and put his face in his hands. I walked up between his legs and put his head on my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"I know you love me." I said and his head shot up. "I want you to know, I love you too." Before he could say anything the nurse walked in holding a tray of shiny tools and more bandages.

****

Hours later.... exhausted, sore and emotionally worn out, we make it back to the house just as the sun was rising. We pass Emiliano in the kitchen making coffee. Seeing us, he nods and goes back to what he was doing. I take Rafael to his room and he heads straight for the bed.

"Lay with me." His voice raspy and low. I smile and take off my shoes before crawling into bed next to him. He throws his arm over me and yanks me close. His chest is warm, his breathing now slow and rhythmic against my back. "I don't want to lose you." He whispers.

"You won't." I assure him.

"This is not your fault."

"Who shot you?"

"We don't know. My dad is looking into it." He sighs.

"Why would someone want to shoot you?"

"It wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last." Unsatisfied that he keep dodging my question, I sat up and turned to face him.

"Rafael, please tell me what's going on. I want the truth." I stared at him. He sighed and struggled to sit himself up.

"I'm the heir to The Montez Mafia. I take the seat after my father steps down."

I stare at him. I'm not sure how to take this. On one hand, I've grown attached to him. Enough to where my body aches when he's not around. On the other hand.... the fucking mafia though!? What would that be like? Me, worried when he's out working... stressing myself out, wondering if he's okay, if he's been shot again or worse.... killed. I look at him and weigh the options in my head.

"Please baby.... say something." He pleads.

He's worth it. I know once I make my choice, there's no going back.... but I made my choice the moment I told him I loved him. I pick him. Now and forever. I smile and climb onto his lap, careful not to touch his shoulder. Straddling him, I bite my lip. His shocked face is so adorable. He's not the only one who can make someone speechless. I'm choosing him and Im not going to tell him..... I'm going to show him. I take off my shirt, throw it aside and begin grinding my hips. Feeling him get hard beneath me. I can already tell he's big, but he only gets bigger the more my hips move.

"Fuck kitten..."

"Shh." I put my finger on his lips and go straight for his neck. Kissing, licking, biting. He groans and finally grabs my hips, guiding and encouraging my rhythm. Leaning his head back and giving me more access.

"Are you sure you..."

"Shhh." My kisses and nibbles make their way down to his chest. I lightly graze my teeth over his nipple and hear him growl.

"Kitten..."

"Rafael if you keep talking, I'm going to stop."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Si papi, quiero esto. Te deseo. No me importa nada más mientras te tenga." (Yes daddy, I want this. I want you. I don't care about anything else as long as I have you.)

"Call me papi one more time and I'm gonna..."

"Papi." I cut him off and giggle. Even though he was hurt, he flipped me over and pulled my shorts off..... *internally rolls eyes* pulled.... he practically ripped them off me. He growls when he sees my matching black lace panties and bra.

"Mmmm... did you wear this for me kitten?" He asked licking his lips. I bite on the tip of my finger, smile and slowly nod my head while staring at him. He wastes no time in ripping them off and plunging his face between my legs. I gasp and try to catch up on all the feelings rushing through me at once. I can't seem to catch my breath and my moans only make him speed up. He's licking everywhere until he finds my clit. My legs immediately clamp around his head. I grab a fist full of his hair and shoot up from the bed.

"Ooooh my god!"

"Lie still kitten, or I'm gonna tie you up." He grins. *shivers* Holy shit. I lay back down and he goes back at it. Suddenly sticking his tongue inside me and wiggled it around. Mid-scream, he covers my mouth. "If you don't be quiet baby girl, Im gonna gag you too."

"Yes daddy." I whispered seductively.

💦Rafael's POV💦

Fuck I love when she calls me that. She is it. My drug of choice that I will never get enough of and would die if I ever ran out. If she's going to be mine, I need to set a few rules. I take her hands and pin them to her sides. She gasps.

"I'm setting a few ground rules." I said sternly. She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "One... No one is allowed to touch you but me. I'm a very jealous man kitten, and I do not like to share." I lean down and kiss her cheek. She nods. "Two.... I like when you call me daddy. You should do that more often." I lean down again and kiss her neck. She giggles. "Three.... I will never lie and keep secrets from you. Don't lie and keep secrets from me." She nods. "And lastly.... No one is allowed to call you kitten but me. You are my kitten and only mine." She smiles and nods again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes kitten?" She nods towards her hands. I let her go and she pulls me off the bed. Unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down, along with my boxers. Her eyes go wide when she sees my rock hard dick. She licks the tip a few times before sliding the whole thing down her throat. I suck air through my teeth and moan. "Fuck baby..." Damn her mouth is soft. She bobs her head, slowly at first but gradually increasing her speed. Every now and then she stops and shove me deep into the back of her throat, making me shudder... then picks her rhythm back up. All without using her hands. Fuck this! I've waited long enough. I pull myself out of her mouth, pick her up and toss her onto the bed. Grabbing her ankles and yanking her back towards me, she squeals. I place myself between her legs, gliding my dick along her opening. She moans. "This may hurt a bit at first baby, but I'll go slow." She nods. I stick it in a little ways and she winces. Fuck she's tight! "You okay baby?"

"Yes." She says biting her lip. I stay there for a moment letting her adjust to my size, then shove myself a little deeper. She opens her mouth but no sound comes out. "I'm okay, keep going." I shove myself the rest of the way and she latches herself onto me. Digging her nails into my back. We stay like this for a minute before I feel her start to wiggle beneath me. "Start moving.... please..." She begs.

"Please what kitten? I grin and she whines.

"Please daddy..." I slowly begin moving. Soft thrusts, as she arches her back and touches herself. She's perfect. I lose myself in her. Listening to her moans get louder and her breathing heavier. Soon I feel her pussy tighten around me. "Rafael.... I'm gonna cum..." She whispers. I pick up my speed and soon, I feel the same. I hold back as long as I could until she came. Her body shaking and her pussy pulsating. I quickly pull out and cum on her stomach. She grabs a tissue and wipes herself off as I crash beside her, out of breath. She gently takes my arm and puts it around her. Snuggling herself close to me. "I love you Rafael."

"I love you too kitten."

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