Free The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) by Elle Raven, Aimie Jennison Page B

and Stefano. These four men were my most trusted; they were my famiglia . They greeted me with the utmost respect, by kissing me on both cheeks and slapping me on the back—as they were expected to greet any crime boss. I was their Boss, after all, and they knew that was the way you respected The Don.
    “Thank fuck you didn’t send me shopping with Lorena and Sierra. I don’t think I would have survived another hour in her presence, Boss,” Riccardo announced.
    “By her, you mean Lorena, right, Riccardo?” pried Vincenzo. “Cause, man, that other chick, she was as quiet as a mouse. Fuck, man, she is one hot number, Boss.” Vincenzo was grinning from ear to ear. I was going to fucking kill him.
    “Yeah, is that right?” I chastised him. “You touch her?” I glared at him.
    “No, Boss, but I wouldn’t mind—”
    “Shut the fuck up, Vincenzo,” Riccardo warned him.
    I leaped out of my chair and lunged for Vincenzo, clutching at his throat and wringing his neck with my bare hands. “If you so much as fucking look at her again, I’ll gut you myself, you stronzo ,” I spat at him, squeezing on his windpipe until his eyes rolled back.
    Riccardo pulled me off him before I could kill him. It wasn’t my intention to kill him. Yet. He better not look or touch Sierra in any sexual way or he’s going down.
    “Geez, Boss, he didn’t know she’s yours, man. Let him go, per favore ,” Guido begged me, helping Vincenzo stand up straight so he could breathe better.
    Fuck. I was losing it again, over a woman. A fucking woman was making me lose my shit. I never lost it over a woman. Never. I let Guido and Riccardo tend to Vincenzo. The wanker could barely breathe let alone talk.
    “S…s…sorry, B…boss,” Vincenzo apologised, gasping and panting for his next breath.
    I fucking nearly choked the poor bastard and he apologised to me half-dead. I walked up to him and he flinched. I grabbed him gently by the shoulders, saying, “Sierra è la mia donna. Non toccare lei, non fotterla il suo cazzo, e non hanno nemmeno guardarla!. Mi hai Avete sentito? ”
    I turned to all my men and repeated what I told Vincenzo, but this time in English. “For you dumb arses who don’t speak Italian too well, I told Vincenzo that Sierra is my woman. Don’t touch her. Don’t fuck her, and don’t even look at her. You hear me?”
    At that moment, John Cerrone walked in. John, better known as ‘Copper John’, was one of the many contacts I had on the Sydney Police Force. I had police informants, senior constables and detectives in every state of Australia. Fuck, if I didn’t have them, I’d be rotting in a jail cell for all eternity.
    “What the hell is going on, Sebastiano?” he asked, taking in the scene before him.
    “Nothing. You’re late, so sit the fuck down so we can get this meeting underway,” I demanded. “You think I pay you to stand there gaping and ask questions?” John sat down immediately with his hands held up to his head in a gesture of surrender. Funny prick he was.
    We had to kick the meeting off. I needed to put a stop to these prostitution rings that were happening. After killing Fernando, I thought the illegal prostitution had stopped since I had taken all his brothels over, but it was still happening. Another fucker thought he’d dabble in it again, and that fucker was Antonio Bertucci.
    “I will not have women being abused in those brothels. They are there because they’ve chosen to make a living using their bodies for sex, not to be beaten within an inch of their lives. I need it to stop!” I slammed my fist on the table to get my point across.
    John spoke up. “There’s no way you can control abuse, mate. It happens all the time and everywhere.”
    I shot him a look full of daggers, sharp-edged daggers. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid, copper? I know I can’t stop it everywhere, but I can stop it in every brothel I own in Sydney. I want this city cleaned up, with no sign of abuse in any