The Mafia’s Curvy Woman

Prologue

There was something sexy about watching a woman take care of children. Marco Guidi stared across the garden of the man he was currently visiting to do business with. Dean Marshall helped the mafia out whenever they needed him, and in return he got to live a life of total luxury with his wife and kids.

One of those kids was none other than twenty-one-year-old Petal, who had his attention and had been holding it since she turned eighteen. He shouldn’t keep coming here. It would get suspicious, but when it came to Petal, Marco had no control over who he wanted.

She was the reason he made every excuse he could to see Dean.

The man was good at what he did, clearing computers and creating new identities as well as making people disappear.

“This is everything you need,” Dean said, handing him a large brown envelope.

“Thanks.” Marco grabbed the envelope, taking a peek inside just to make sure. Dean was good, but if at any point he thought he could get away with shitting on them, Marco had no qualms about putting a bullet in his head.

“It’s all there. You know I’m good for it.” Dean rubbed his hands on his jeans.

“I’ve got to check.” Once he was satisfied, he pulled out his much smaller envelope with the money needed to pay, but held it back as he looked toward Petal.

“Why don’t we trade something else?” Marco asked.

“Excuse me?” Dean looked from Marco toward where Petal was standing and back again. “Oh, I know why you come here, Marco.”

“Mr. Guidi.” He reminded the other man of his place.

“Sorry, Mr. Guidi. Petal is a beautiful girl.”

“I know. So why don’t you tell me about her?”

“You want to know if she’s a virgin? Yes, she is. She’s sweet and kind too. No guy has been sniffing around her.”

He liked that. “I want her.”

“She’s twenty-one.”

“I don’t care about her age.”

Dean looked toward his daughter as if he wanted to disagree.

“I will only ever conduct business with you. I will also raise my other payments by twenty percent for each request I make of you.” Marco knew he was making the man an offer he couldn’t refuse. “I’ll take care of her, and she’ll want for nothing.”

“You want to give me money and take my daughter as well?”

“Yes. Do we have a problem?” Marco could take her if he wanted. He didn’t need to make a deal like this. Whatever he wanted, he got.

Marco wasn’t normally the kind of guy to take human beings as payment. This was a personal transaction between him and Dean. He needed information on one of the Capos who he believed was taking bribes from the local cops, but he also wanted Petal, and he’d been wanting her for some time now.

Normally it was the cops in their pocket, but it would appear this Capo had been put in a vulnerable position and now it was up to Marco to deal with it.

One more glance over at Petal, he couldn’t deny how captivating she was. There was only so much he could take, and he’d denied himself so many times. Would it really be wrong to take her for his own? No, he didn’t think it was.

“Not many guys would take her. She’s too fat for them.”

Marco wanted nothing more than to grab his gun and shoot the bastard’s fucking face off. Petal wasn’t a slim girl. She had curves, and they were in all the right places. Nice, full tits, more than a generous handful. Her waist was small, but flared out into wide hips that made him want to hold her as he fucked her hard. Her thighs were not small either. She didn’t have the gap between, but he wanted them wrapped around his waist as he pounded inside her.

He wanted this curvy woman all to himself.

“Deal?” pressed Marco.

“Deal,” Dean said.

He was more than willing to take Petal off of Dean’s hands. What the other man needed to realize was he wasn’t going to get his daughter back.

Chapter One

Petal wasn’t stupid. Her father and mother liked to pretend she didn’t have a brain or that she couldn’t hear. They wanted to keep her wrapped up in a tight little bubble where she didn’t know they worked for the mafia or did a lot of illegal shit. She knew they were on the local law enforcement’s watch list.

She had seen them come in and arrest her father in the middle of the night. By the time morning came, her father was back home and not a mention to him being escorted out of the house at night.

Just like she knew arriving at Marco Guidi’s apartment in the middle of the city wasn’t some housekeeping job. She had heard her parents talking. They didn’t like having her around the house. She asked too many questions, and they were worried she’d open her mouth or talk to the wrong kind of person.