03 | Isadora Blanco

*Alberto’s POV* 

Sleep? It’s been years since I have experienced a decent sleep. And today was no different. I mean who could sleep when, in just a few hours, I will see my angel again. When I say see her again, I mean, physically, since I have plenty of her pictures, lying around my room and office. Just because I have stayed away, doesn’t mean Francisco hasn’t sent me pictures that I have had printed in different sizes. 

Now, here I was, sitting in my private jet on my way to Italy with a drink in one hand and my angel’s photo in another. I always carry this specific picture in my wallet. It was my favorite of hers. One that I didn’t get from her father, but from her I*******m account. Not that I knew how to use that social media shīt, but the men I had keeping an eye on her told me about them and helped me navigate it. This one was of her at the beach on spring break. That little teeny swimsuit always did a number on me.

“Capo.” One of my guys called to me, making me turn from the barstools. My fūcking back hurt from the position I had for God knows how long as I stared at her picture. 

I motioned for him to talk as I sipped on my Remy Martin. “The pilot said we will be arriving soon in case you want to freshen up.” 

“Do I look like I need to freshen up?” I asked with a raised brow, making him nervous.

“You have a death wish?” Edgardo asked him with a chuckle.

“No, sir.” He mumbled before excusing himself.

I shook my head before walking towards my private room. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face after placing my angel’s photo on the counter. I was drying my face when my eyes found hers in the picture again, making me groan. 

“I’m so fūcking weak when it comes to you.” I said under my breath. “You have me bewitched or something.” 

I closed my eyes, trying to control my hard-on, unsuccessfully, of course.

“This is the last time.” I told myself for the fiftieth time this month as I unbuckled my pants and pulled my cōck out. 

My eyes rolled back when my large hand wrapped around my shaft. I took a deep breath as I looked at her overflowing breasts in the picture. I moved my hand back and started stroking from base to tip at a steady pace, feeling my balls tighten.

“Cazzo, Angel.” I whispered, closing my eyes and imagining her on her knees in front of me. 

My hand sped up on its’ own, seeking my member’s release desperately. Before I knew it, I groaned, feeling fūcking close, but a knock came on the door, making me curse at the person.

“Capo, we have begun descending.” The voice said before I heard the footsteps retreating.

I inhaled deeply, knowing my poor cōck will have to wait for tonight to be properly released. Clearly, a suicide mission since it would be more sensitive than normal, having my angel around.

I shoved my stiff cōck back in my pants before walking out. I quickly took my seat and buckled up before setting my head back and resting my eyes.

***

I quickly changed into my custom suit before exiting the jet, since we calculated the trip with just enough time to arrive as my angel makes her appearance. I didn’t want to stay too long after either, because I can’t trust myself right now. 

Edgardo got in the driver’s seat of my Lambo and drove us to Francisco’s. It didn’t matter how long we had been away, everything was exactly the same. The roads, the traffic, and Italy’s natural beauty. Miami was beautiful, but it had nothing on Italy. It almost brought a smile to my face. Almost.

As soon as Edgardo put the car in park, I was tempted to tell him to turn back, but I kept remembering what Francisco said about my angel. I can’t have her even more mad at me.

I took a deep breath, opening the door as the photographer flashed a picture of me, making me roll my eyes. Francisco really thought this was some sort of fūcking premier. Not that my angel was anything, but a goddess, yet I knew no photo would do her justice.

I motioned my men to follow me through the back door. I wanted to avoid too much attention, especially from Francisco, since I still had my dīck semi-hard and how the hell would I explain that to him if I just got here. 

I can get myself a drink, cool down, and then look for him. He would be too busy with guests anyway to even notice.

“Whiskey, Capo?” A female dressed in a uniform whispered in my ear, making me turn to her. I grabbed one of the glasses from her tray before shooing her off. I didn’t have time for little slūts right now.

I hadn’t noticed the soft music in the background with several people mingling in different areas. Everything looked straight out of a magazine, not that I expected anything less for the Queen of this house. She was Francisco’s only weakness too. Not even his wife of however many years could bring him to his knees.

The music came to a halt as the announcer spoke through the microphone. He was talking a whole bunch of shīt that I really didn’t have time for. But one thing I knew for sure, he was making way to present her. The birthday girl. My goddaughter, Isadora Blanco. The one that I have been avoiding for years so that I wouldn’t fall into temptation. 

Most may think that I’m the worst godfather in the world, but fūck it. If I was anywhere near her, I wouldn’t have held back this long. I would have bent her over any and every surface and fūcked her into unconsciousness. But she didn’t deserve it. She is an innocent little girl that didn’t deserve to be part of our world and especially not have a ruthless fūck like me lusting over her. 

Even though I wasn’t listening, my eyes made their way up to the top of the stairs. Maybe it was instinct, but the moment my eyes reached the top, my breath hitched. 

There she stood. Fūcking beautiful and perfect like no one I have ever met. Tall, olive-skinned queen with beautiful brunette hair styled to the side. She wore a long white fitted dress with a high as fūck slit and a plunged neckline that made my hold around my glass of whiskey tighten. She looked like a fūcking angel. My angel. 

I closed my eyes briefly. She isn’t mine and can never be mine. I just had to get that into my fūcking head. I knew it was a bad idea to come here, but Francisco insisted. He said that he would never forgive me if I missed it and that she wouldn’t either. 

I took deep breaths, trying to control myself. ‘You can do this. It’s only a few hours.’ I told myself as I opened my eyes. ‘The fūck I can.’ I hissed to myself when my little angel placed a kiss on some motherfūcker that wasn’t me. My blood boiled at the sight, making me squeeze my hand tightly around the glass tumbler, causing it to shatter in my hand. 

The shattering glass caused everyone to turn to me, making me clear my throat uncomfortably. My eyes never left her face as she pulled away from the asšhole’s face and turned to face me. The moment our eyes met, she smiled. But it wasn’t an innocent smile and she confirmed it when she bit her bottom lip ever so gently, making me internally groan. She lifted her leg slowly, making her way towards me as her hips swayed from side to side. 

My cōck was hard as fūck. Uncomfortably hard at that and I was sure that if I didn’t move soon, someone would see it. But my feet were glued to the ground, confirming something else. That I was fūcked.