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  ‘Hi…how’re you…Pleased to meet you…’ they all spoke at once, greeting Rosina.

  ‘I’m fine…thank you…pleased to meet you too,’ Rosina tried to answer all of them.

  ‘Ladies,’ said Imposimato. ‘Please do me a favor. Keep my girl safe. I’ll be back to fetch her in a second.’ He whispered in her ear. ‘I won’t be long.’

  She smiled back at him beautifully.

  ‘Look at him,’ said one of the ladies with an amused smile. ‘He’s smitten like a cat. What did you do to him?’

  ‘Tell us, how’s he in bed?’ followed another before Rosina could answer.

  ‘Hey, manners, Cathy,’ chided Lisa. Then in a conspiratorial voice said to Rosina, ‘So, tell us, legend has it that Senor Imposimato is hung like a horse. Is it true?’ she asked with a wink at Rosina.

  Rosina nodded and the ladies erupted in laughter.

  * * * * *

  He took the elevator downstairs to the basement parking lot. When the elevator’s doors slid open he was welcomed by two of his bodyguards. They walked with him to a dark limousine, from which an old man with a face scarred by the ravages of time emerged. He took Imposimato’s hand in a firm handshake.

  He spoke with a distinctly Italian accent. ‘Ferdinando, how’ve you been, my friend?’

  They embraced each other for a moment.

  Instead of answering the question, Imposimato said, ‘You got the commodity?’

  The old man smiled. ‘But of course.’

  He snapped his hand and one of his lieutenants handed him a dark briefcase. He placed it on top of the limo’s trunk and flicked the briefcase open. Neat layers of hundred dollar bills were stacked to the brim of the briefcase. Imposimato moved closer to the old man, picked up a bunch of hundreds and smelled the money. He threw it back in the briefcase and shut it closed.

  Then he pointed to a pack of cement bags stacked against one of the walls. He nodded at one of his guys and the guy picked up one of the bags and brought it closer. He placed the bag at Imposimato’s feet. Imposimato pulled a knife from one of his pockets and crouched down. He cut the cement bag and pulled out a small plastic packet containing some white powder. He straightened up and made a small cut across the plastic and handed it to the old man.

  The old man dipped a finger in the powder and tasted it. He nodded his satisfaction.

  ‘Good doing business with you, gentlemen,’ said Imposimato with a tone of finality.

  He grabbed the briefcase with the money and threw it at one of his guys. Then he walked back to the elevator.

  * * * * *

  When he arrived back at the ballroom, Rosina spotted him and gleefully waved at him. He meandered his way through the crowded room until he reached her. She cheerfully handed him a glass she’d been drinking from. ‘Honey, take a sip of the wine. It’s the best champagne in the world.’

  He stared at her with a surprised look on his face. ‘You don’t drink.’

  She giggled foolishly. ‘Blame the ladies.’

  Ferdinando stared at them.

  Lisa and Cathy winked at him. Imposimato shook his head with an amused smile on his face and took a sip of the wine.

  ‘I said a sip, not the whole glass,’ protested Rosina, rather loudly.

  Imposimato edged closer to her and whispered in her ear. ‘You’re drunk.’

  ‘How dare you say such a thing to a lady, you naughty man?’ she said, pulling his mouth to hers and kissing him hotly.

  He broke away from her hold and admonished the ladies. ‘I’ll get you for this, I promise.’

  They broke into laughter. One of them said, ‘Gotcha!’

  ‘I have to make a speech,’ he told them. ‘Please take care of Rosina. And no more drinks for her, got it?’

  They saluted, teasing him. ‘Yessir.’

  ‘Hey, I’m not a kid,’ she yelled at his back as he left.

  He walked through the crowd until he got to the podium and climbed the steps to stand before the crowded room. Gradually the people quieted down.

  ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I wish to thank you for your presence here tonight. Today we stand here and celebrate the completion of the Imposimato Hotel and Tower, a project that took four years from start to finish. As usual, there were skeptics when the project was introduced to the city, but I’m glad to announce that we triumphed. There are those who started the project with us, but were not able to see it to the end. I take this moment to pour out a lil’ liquor for them. As this building shall stand for decades to come, so shall their memories be immortalized.’

  He poured out some wine from a bottle and the crowd bowed down in a minute of silence.

  ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we appreciate your support. Thank you.’

  They gave him a round of applause.

  ‘Hey, we love you Ferdinando,’ the ladies with Rosina yelled from the back of the room. Rosin topped that with an impressive whistle.

  Ferdinando stepped down from the podium and weaved his way through the packed room to Rosina. When he got to her he raised his eyebrow. ‘Where did you to learn to whistle like that?’

  ‘I had a caring father,’ she said with a giggle. ‘Baby, you’re hot!’

  ‘That’s it,’ said Ferdinando, taking her by the arm. ‘We’re going home.’

  * * * * *

  The thin one was called Donato. He drove the BMW 750Li quietly through the streets of New York City. He loved cars. The boss had many automobiles, but Donato’s favorite was this one here, the Beemer. Not only was Donato good with cars, he was also very adept at guns, qualities that certainly made him a valuable part of the boss’ team.

  The bigger, older one was Luigi. They were two of Imposimato’s most trusted people. And as such, Imposimato had entrusted them with taking his money from the new building, Imposimato Hotel and Tower, in the heart of Manhattan, to his sprawling estate in Connecticut.

  Luigi lit up a cigar.

  The thin man fussed. ‘Hey, come on, Luigi, you know you can’t smoke in the car. Cigarette smoke affects me badly, man.’

  ‘This is a cigar, Donato. It’s as wonderful as the cleanest pussy you can find.’

  ‘It’s killing me,’ he began to cough uncontrollably. ‘I swear it’s killing me.’

  ‘Just shut up and drive,’ commanded Luigi. He settled comfortably in the car but then quickly leaned forward to look in the rearview mirror. ‘We have a tail. Shake it loose.’

  Donato sped the Beemer up. ‘Shit!’

  ‘What?’ Luigi asked in a dispassionate voice. ‘The guy’s clamped to us.’

  ‘Lose him,’ ordered Luigi, but as soon as he finished speaking bullets tore at their car.

  Donato ducked behind the steering wheel and instinctively pulled out his .45 semi-automatic.

  ‘Put away the piece,’ commanded Luigi quietly. ‘Concentrate on driving.’

  ‘These muthafuckas want to kill us.’

  ‘Just drive. You’ll kill yourself before they kill you if you don’t drive properly.’

  The sound of gunfire rang out and the rear screen shattered into fragments.

  ‘Shit!’ Luigi swore. He quickly pulled out his gun, turned round in his seat and aimed his gun back.

  The other driver swerved to another lane and Luigi’s three bullets, fired in quick succession, missed their targets altogether.

  When the other car came back in line bullets rang out and Luigi quickly ducked down and the bullets missed him, but Donato was not so lucky. He got one at the back of his head that went clean through his head and went out front. He slumped onto the steering wheel and the car horn eerily shrieked aloud. Furious, Luigi pushed back Donato’s body. He stepped onto the dead man’s feet and grabbed the steering wheel, trying to maneuver the car on the road, but his assailants shot one of the BMW’s wheels and the big car veered off in a zig-zag direction and crashed into a building. The car folded into a useless wreckage.

  * * * * *

  Terry had in the not-too-distant past lost his finger
for his mistakes. He was determined to atone for his mistakes – and not to lose another finger, of course. As soon as the driver brought the car to a halt next to the wrecked BMW, Terry jumped from the passenger seat and went out.

  He examined the wreckage, and noticed that the two occupants of the Beemer hadn’t survived. He looked in the wreckage until he saw the briefcase with the money. He grabbed the briefcase and forced it out of the wreckage. With a smug smile on his lips, he quickly walked back to his waiting car and the driver set it in motion and drove away.

  * * * * *

  When his assailants’ car had driven away, Luigi, who had pretended to be dead, forced his way out of the wreckage and stared momentarily at his dead friend. Miraculously, the cigar was still between his lips. ‘Poor Donato, cigar smoke’s not the only thing that affects you.’

  He walked away from the wreckage and stood at a distance. He took aim at the car’s trunk with his gun and shot once at its gas tank. The car exploded in flames. He stood there and watched the car burn in flames. ‘Goodbye, Donato,’ he said quietly, a contemplative expression on his face.

  * * * * *

  The boss was having a good time in the limo when the phone rang.

  He broke off his kiss with his woman and answered the phone. ‘Yes?’

  ‘Boss, it’s Luigi. We have a problem.’

  ‘What?’ Imposimato asked calmly.

  ‘Our vehicle was forced to crash.’

  ‘The commodity?’

  ‘Gone.’

  The expression on the boss’ face changed to momentary anger. ‘Collateral damage?’

  ‘Donato.’

  Imposimato ended the call.

  ‘What is it?’ the beautiful lady with him inside the limo asked him curiously.

  ‘It’s nothing,’ he lied, pulling her to him.

  ‘For a moment there I thought you wanted to kill someone.’

  ‘No.’ He kissed her. ‘I only want to fuck you.’

  She melted into his arms once more and they kissed each other furiously and passionately.

  * * * * *

  They could still not keep their hands off each other when they arrived at his apartment. He carried her in his arms into the apartment. He dropped her onto the couch, but she got up and pushed him back on the sofa.

  ‘Let me give you a strip tease that’ll make your blood boil.’

  He sat back and watched her as she performed a strip show for him, using the punching bag as a prop. Then she got down on all fours and stroked her breasts with one hand while she stroked her vagina with the other. She inserted it inside her hole and moaned lasciviously.

  She eyed him seductively. ‘My pussy’s raw, hot, wet and ready for you to take,’ she said invitingly to him.

  She moved closer to him and fed the finger that had been inside her pussy into his mouth. Then she impatiently pulled open his pants and pulled them off his legs. His erection sprang out lividly.

  ‘My God!’ she gasped. It’s majestic! It’s beautiful!’

  She went down on it and took its head in her mouth. She gave him a blowjob for a long while, sucking and wetting his penis until he groaned uncontrollably. He pulled her to sit on the couch. Then he went down on his knees before her and pulled off her blue panties. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and back as he went down between her thighs. He took her smoothly shaven vagina in his mouth and stroked it vigorously. It was such delightful pleasure she moaned helplessly and dug her fingers into his hair as he took her clitoris in between his lips and sucked hard on it. He inserted his tongue inside her hole and worked it in and out. Then he caressed her clitoris with the tip of her tongue for some time before licking her pussy lips like they were ice-cream. All the while, his hands were stroking and caressing her thighs and buttocks. He moved his hands to grab and squeeze her breasts as he continued sucking on her clitoris.

  He straightened up and pushed her legs back flat against her belly and chest. She placed her hands behind her knees and forced herself apart, opening herself wide for him. He dipped a finger into her flooding vagina, wetting it with her juices, and rubbed his finger onto her gaping anus. Then slowly and gently he inserted his cock into her anus. It was deliciously small and tight. He forced his way in and pushed himself forward.

  She gasped. ‘That’s the wrong hole, you bastard!’

  He grabbed her breasts and squeezed their nipples. ‘It’s the right hole, baby, and it’s glorious.’

  She shut her eyes firmly as the pain seared through her when he moved back and forth inside her. ‘Oh God!’ she cried. ‘You’re huge!’

  He worked his cock gently and slowly in and out of her until she stretched to his size. Then he slammed her thighs together and dropped her legs to the left side on the couch. He parted her buttocks and drove himself deep into her asshole. He grabbed her left breast as he dug for pleasure inside her, slamming his pelvis into her buttocks and grunting in excitement as his orgasm approached. He felt it charging fast and quickly pulled his penis out of her and fought back his orgasm.

  ‘Lie with your belly on the couch,’ he commanded, ‘and bring you knees down on the floor.’

  She obeyed, lying with her chest and belly down on the couch and her knees on the floor, jutting out her ass to him. He pushed her thighs together and parted her buttocks with his hands as he drove his fiercely throbbing erection in between them. He sliced through her thighs and plunged into her hot vagina.

  She moaned. ‘Oh Jesus!’

  He slammed himself into her behind, driving his rod deeper and faster inside her. His hands stroked her buttocks as he thrust maniacally into her, driven mad by the pleasure of their lovemaking. He banged himself hard into her and then collapsed onto her back as his orgasm shot out of him in a maddening rage. He held her tightly as he emptied himself inside her. Then weakly he pulled his limp penis out of her and slumped down onto the couch next to her.

  She lifted herself up and kissed him gently on the lips. Then she brought down her head and sucked his penis vigorously for a while. It responded warmly to her, soon becoming strong and rigid again. She climbed onto the couch astride his thighs and grabbed his cock in her hand. She gently inserted it into her vagina and pushed it all the way in. Then she began to dance her waist back and forth, swallowing him in and out of her pussy.

  She began to moan and scream helplessly, slapping her buttocks onto his strong thighs. She rode him like a crazed nymphomaniac, crying out his name and pumping herself up and down frantically. He grabbed her breasts and fed them into his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipples until she gasped aloud and collapsed onto him, defeated by the powers of climax. He pressed her with his hands to himself, enjoying the feel of her naked body. He held her like that until her orgasm swept over.

  Thirteen

  He was driven in his limo to the orphanage.

  He introduced himself to the orphanage’s superintendent, an imposing woman with a big frame but a well-proportioned body. She had a surprisingly strong handshake. He spent more than fifteen minutes at her office, after which she went with him to the class of thirty five children and introduced him.

  ‘Children, I would like to introduce you to a special guest. This is Mr. Imposimato.’

  ‘Hello, kids.’

  ‘Hello, sir,’ they said in unison.

  The superintendent left him with the children and an assistant teacher.

  ‘Okay, children, we’re going to play a game so that I can get to know your names. Okay?’

  They smiled expectantly at him.

  ‘Okay, let’s make a circle.’

  The children shuffled around noisily as they made the circle.

  ‘I’ll place this napkin at the center. When one of us picks it up, he or she’ll go with it to one of the members of the circle and introduce himself or herself. Like this…’ He picked up the napkin and went to one of the children. ‘My name is Ferdinando Imposimato. What is yours?’

  ‘Pleased to meet you, Mr. Imposimato. I’m Richa
rd Bryant.’

  This went on for a while until everyone had introduced themselves. He played some more games with the children before saying goodbye to them.

  He went outside to his waiting car and the driver drove it away.

  * * * * *

  Rosina Ameliano was working busily in her office when the phone rang.

  She looked at the screen of the iPhone and learned that it was the orphanage’s superintendent. She answered it. ‘Yes, Mary?’

  She listened for a while. ‘Oh?’ she said with a raised eyebrow.

  * * * * *

  From the orphanage, Imposimato’s chauffeur drove him to Cambiaso’s mansion in Long Island. Two of Cambiaso’s bodyguards accompanied him to the mansion’s sun lounge.

  Cambiaso watched Imposimato as one of the bodyguards began to search him. Unexpectedly, and with amazing alacrity, Imposimato elbowed the bodyguard, who was searching him from behind, in the face. The man’s nose broke on impact with the elbow. Imposimato turned around quickly to punch him with a powerful fist in the face. The man dropped down like a sack of potatoes.

  As quick as lightning, Imposimato brought out two guns from his coat pocket and held each in one hand, one pointed at Cambiaso’s head and the other pointed at the other bodyguard, who happened to be Terry of the broken finger, and – incidentally – the man who had the previous night dispossessed Imposimato’s men of the briefcase with the money.

  Terry had brought out his gun and pointed it at Imposimato’s face at the same time that Imposimato had pointed his at him. They stood in this stalemate for a moment, and then Terry ordered. ‘Put down your gun.’

  Imposimato didn’t lift his eyes off Cambiaso, though he had Terry within the periphery of his vision. ‘Do you really have the balls to kill a man like me?’ he smiled cynically.