Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01

Chapter One

I changed lanes, and my eyes alternated their focus between rear view mirrors and the road ahead in a continuous cycle.No tails.The boss had called him specifically to be on alert this week. To watch his wife with a close eye. He wasn’t specific, but it was something serious if the boss was calling. The last time I had spoken to the boss was over a year ago when I was first brought into the family. I wasn’t Italian, of course. Like most Americans nowadays, I’m a hodgepodge of a dozen different nationalities, but that worked in my favor when I joined the Italian mob. They like Americans, in general. If I had been Greek, Spanish, or Irish, forget about it. They wouldn’t have touched me. But American? They know Americans don’t take sides. There’s no blood oath that we carry. We’re individuals, and that’s what the boss needed.

However, until now, my work for them was a bit more sporadic. One-offs. Asset protection and delivery, transportation… a year straight of having five thousand dollars deposited in my checking account a week from an LLC that employed me as a contractor. And all I had to do was wait for a phone call that came two, maybe three times a month. The pay wasn't bad for an entry-level job for a dishonorably discharged soldier, considering my assignments. Now, I was questioning that.

“Hey, new fucking guy? Is this as fast as you can go? I’m going to be late?” Marlene yelled from the back seat. The lingering touch of her distant Italian accent ...

... folded the end of each word. “Hello? Are you deaf?”

“No, ma’am,” I said with as much composure as I could muster. “I’m going the speed limit. Your husband said not to draw any extra attention to—”

“My husband lives in Italy,” Marlene said, waving her hand in the rear-view mirror. I tried to respond, but I could hear Marlene cursing at herself or whoever was on the phone with her. She ranted into Italian for several minutes and shot glares at the back of my head. All the while, I could only wonder how long this assignment would last.

It had been five days, but the boss hadn’t said there was a particular end date. All my other assignments lasted three to four days, six days max. I was told they were adding to Marlene’s security because of some kind of deal happening. They wanted someone with my skills as a former special forces operator to watch her rather than the regular guy who was more gangster than professional.Surely this can’t last much longer?

“Ohh, oh, I must go, love you, mwah!” Marlene signed off her call as she answered a second. It was her husband. The boss. They spoke in Italian as she held the phone up to her body and giggled as they must have been video chatting. I made several more turns and pulled to a stop at the red light. Marlene sighed and released a small moan.

My eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror and saw Marlene had hiked her long red skirt up to her taut belly with one hand as she spread her legs. All the while, she held out her phone ...