One Night Only

Dante

I don’t intend to bring one into the world and risk it. I don’t want them to live in my hell and inherit the same fate that befell me.

Those are my fears. Perhaps deep down, but very deep down, I do want an heir, a lion or, as Ivan says, a little devil. One who carries my blood. And who better than a child of my beautiful beast? However, I’ve already decided not to have any. Fatherhood is not in my plans, neither now nor ever. I don’t want to risk getting someone pregnant. For that reason, I have to discuss it with her and come to an agreement on that matter. She’ll continue taking something. I don’t know, maybe take her to some doctor or whatever so we can continue having a correct and sexually fulfilling life without any inconvenience.

Days passed, and the day to travel to Morocco arrived. Ivan won’t accompany me, only Enzo, Franco, and his men. Ivan insisted he should go, but I told him I needed him more in Italy and New York. Leo will stay in Italy sorting out some shipments I asked him to send to Asia, as well as organizing them. Several of my men will accompany him to the point where we usually make the deliveries. Meanwhile, Ivan will handle New York to meet with some Americans who will join my leadership. The more I have on my side, the more power I’ll have to end the damn Bratva and that damned Bachman, the German bastard who declared war on me by encroaching on my territory and what belongs to me.

I will reach my enemies and annihilate them completely.

It doesn’t take me long to arrive in Morocco. It’s just a few hours on my jet. After landing at the small airport, our vans are already waiting for us.

I asked Enzo to accompany me since he’s in charge of all the administrative affairs and knows about computers. Besides, it’s very necessary for him to do certain jobs for our new ally. Muhammad Farcuch is the king of the Arab mafia. Many of my opponents have wanted to become his allies, but no one has succeeded. I had the advantage because I gave him some gifts, and since the damn guy is very ambitious and loves gold, he fell easily. Of course, we also have friendly ties from our parents, who in the past were very close and partners. As they say, it’s our mafia that has to befriend and ally with the Arabs. Although he’s rotten with gold and riches, it’s never enough for him.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

After traveling almost an hour through much of Morocco, we arrive at the palace of the Arab king. You could say everything here is gold and more gold. There’s shimmer everywhere, enough to blind you with its radiance. For my taste, all this is very exaggerated, but kings like him are accustomed to living this way. Not that I’m not one, but I don’t like to show it that way.

Servants and guards accompany us to their king and make a very lively and exaggerated presentation. Everything here is like that.

Muhammad is seated on what looks like a throne, while beautiful women dance before his eyes and others serve him appetizers and drinks. In short, this guy lives like a king.

Upon hearing the announcement of our arrival from his servant, he stops everything and looks at us. He stands up and walks towards me. We had seen each other a few years ago when our parents were alive, but it can still be strange for both of us since we are strangers.

My thoughts are pushed aside as he approaches with a broad smile. He opens his arms to greet me with a strong and energetic hug.

I didn’t expect it, but that’s how it was.

“Brother! I’m glad to finally see you,” he says in my language, but his Arab accent still comes through when he speaks Italian or English.

“I’m also glad to see you,” I respond to his embrace. After a few seconds, we part. I introduce him to my companions. “Muhammad, this is Enzo, my friend and informant. He’ll be in charge of helping you with your problem. And Franco, my loyal guard.”

He shakes hands with them and hugs them equally.

“Friends of the Devil are also my friends. But come in and sit down. In a moment, I’ll ask my servants to attend to you as you deserve, and also to keep you company with some women,” he slaps my shoulder when he says “women.”

I know what he means, but that’s not why I came here.

Minutes later, we are invited to eat, and he tells his servants to take us to our quarters, which we’ll occupy for these days.

Enzo does his job as soon as he’s asked. Muhammad wants him to enter an enemy’s database to steal a sum of money owed to him and other information that’s none of my concern. I just fulfilled my part by bringing him an expert in hacking. My friend is the best on the entire European continent. One of the best in the world. And I have him.

Days pass, and our alliance with him is already well established. I’ve been able to talk to him about everything related to Bachman and the Russians. He says he’s more than ready to help me destroy them and that he’ll help me attack them first. I still don’t know what he plans to do, but I’ve given him the green light for everything.

There’s only one day left before we return to Italy so I can go to Sicily to see how things went with the shipment to the Asians. I’m also very eager to return to America to see my beast, my most precious jewel.

Muhammad announced that he’ll throw a party tonight to bid us farewell. Honestly, I’m not in the mood, but I don’t want to contradict him.