Chapter One

2021, New York City

The Godfather stood on the balcony of his penthouse. It was the first night he was back in this city, after his father sent him away 14 years ago. Julian took a sip of his brandy, his tattooed arm flexing with every move. He had gone as a little child and returned as a man.

He was yet to see his father, still sore about the decisions he had made. His right-hand man, Enzo Camille, had been running things for him here. He walked behind his boss and stood. This was the young man that had taken the underworld by storm. Ruthless and evil, a no-nonsense person, they said. Enzo knew his boss was kind, but it was when he wasn't ticked.

Julian finished his brandy, taking in the sight of New York below him. The lights, the people, and the smell. It all looked familiar. He turned, seeing Enzo, and grinned.

"It is good to finally put a face to you, Enzo." He stretched his arm out for a handshake. Enzo grabbed it, the numbers of his gang signed on his finger knuckles.

12th of March.

A similar tattoo was on Julian's hands, and that was the symbol he had all his gang members get to be sworn in.

"Come, let me pour you a drink." Julian said. He walked over to the bar, grabbing a cup and pouring shots into it from the brandy he already had opened on the counter.

"To The Devil's Day Gang"

"To the Devil's Day Gang," Enzo replied. He threw the brandy back, flinching at how strong it was. Julian laughed. "My man, you cannot handle Brandy? What would you do if I gave you the Russian's vodka?" He asked.

The suit he wore fitted him nicely, all black from his favorite brand. His Rolex watch glinted every time he raised his hands up to touch his hair or take a sip from his cup.

"How's the Mademoiselle?" he asked Enzo. He had commissioned the opening of a club three years ago, needing an easy front for his money laundering.

"Good, everything has been running smoothly, boss. So many patronizers," Enzo said.

Julian placed their cups in the sink, he loved his apartments to be sparkly and clean. The cleaner would come by later, already interviewed and warned by his trusted aides.

"Take me there."

Naomi Thompson was feeling like she was on top of the world right now. She had just finished college, graduated top of her class, and was convinced by her best friends Sarah and Gabby to finally come see the latest club in town. They had spoken so highly of this place, its wild side, and so far, The Mademoiselle had not disappointed her.

She danced, shaking her waist in the black skirt she had paid with a corset top and pink heels to match. Her long, dark hair had been straightened, and she had allowed Gabby to apply makeup on her, making her look and feel like a sexy goddess.

Taking a sip from her vodka and sprite, she rolled her hips, moving side to side with her friends on the floor. Cardi B's up blasted through the speaker, and the vibe was just right.

"I'm going to go get a drink," Gabby screamed close to her ear. Nodding, she watched her friend walk away, swaying, and was contemplating if she needed help. A young blonde man beat her to the punch though, and as she watched Gabby melt into his arms, she grinned, knowing her friend wouldn't be going home with them.

She and Sarah kept on dancing, holding on to each other when she felt arms circle her wait. Usually, she tried to avoid men, but tonight was an exception. She had just graduated from college, and she ground back into him, looking over her shoulder to see the man. He wasn't much to look at, but for tonight, he would do.

After dancing for about 5 minutes, her drink ran out, and she went to the bar to get some. Gabby and Blondie had gone to a booth, their tongues deep in each other's mouths, while Sarah was dancing with another girl, holding her hips.

The club's music made Julian's head pound as he walked in, but he was pleased at what he had seen. Enzo stood behind him, taking in his boss's reaction. His face was stoic, perusing the area.

"This is good, Enzo," Julian said. He pulled the jacket of his suit tighter, walking inside towards the section that said VIP.

Then he saw her.

Long black hair, down to her waist, a red corset top that pushed her breasts so high they almost popped out. A little black skirt that was tight around her ass, her red sandal heels giving her a little height.

She was dancing, grinding against a man.

Julian stood and watched her, he licked his lips and rubbed his hands through his hair, feeling his cock stir up. Enzo was talking, leading him upstairs to the VIP section, and he suddenly realized he might not see her again. He walked towards her, determined to have her.

Naomi smiled up at the gentleman she had been dancing with for a while. They had flirted earlier, when she realized she preferred when he didn't speak. It has been a long time since she had a man, and she was determined that she would ignore his red flags, even if he sounded stupid.

A shadow stood over them, blocking the lights briefly. She turned and was looking at the most handsome man she had seen. His black suit fit him like a second sleeve, with three buttons undone, showing his chest tattoos and muscles. He was tall. At least 6'5. Blue-eyed and jet black hair, his face set in determination. He didn't speak to her, though.

"Beat it," he told the guy she was dancing with. That voice went straight into her skirt, and she found herself turning red, mumbling apologies to the man. The stranger had asserted dominance, and she couldn't resist it.

"Hello, you chased my dance partner away," she whispered huskily to the sexy stranger.

Julian stared down at the woman before him. Her flushed face and red full lips, paired with the smokiness of her eye shadow. She looked phenomenal. He has been with a lot of women, none of them got him excited like she did.

Naomi blushed harder, her panties getting moist. "What's your name?" she asked him.

"Julian," he replied. She nodded. Julian. "Dance with me, Julian," she said, grabbing his arm. It was big and muscular, and she pulled him close to her body, moving her hair to one side of her neck. Rihanna's work started playing, and it was the most befitting song, she wanted to work for this man's pleasure.

Julian grabbed her waist, moving from side to side. He wasn't much of a dancer, but he was getting more aroused by how she moved her body. "Follow me," he whispered. He took her hand and walked towards Enzo, who was standing, watching his boss get enchanted by a girl.

"Show me somewhere private," he said. Enzo nodded and led them to Julian's private office. He stood outside the door, awaiting instructions.

"That will be all, Enzo. I'll call you when I need you." Julian dismissed him.

Naomi watched the conversation in silence, taking in the other gentleman that seemed rougher than her stranger. Yet he answered him. She went into the office and sat at the table, taking in the magnificent view. She could see everyone dancing below and wondered if they saw her.

Julian shut the door and walked towards the siren on his desk. Her breasts moved up and down, like a call to him. He stood in front of the desk and used his legs to spread her legs open.

Naomi gasped out loud as Julian moved in between her legs. Maintaining eye contact, he went down on his knees and raised her legs up on the desk, spreading her legs open even wider.

"Pick a safe word, la mia piccola sgualdrina" he whispered, his hands grabbing her skirt and bunching it up.

A safe word? Naomi's head was scattered. Alcohol and desire filled her blood, and she needed him to make her feel good.

"Pineapple," she said. He looked up at her and slowly dragged her panties down her legs, the red lace got thrown to a corner.

Julian smelled her and reached to taste her, his tongue flicking slowly on her clit. She moaned, grabbing his hair, and he stopped and removed her hands. She whimpered in pleasure as his lips and tongue kept moving, making her come with desire.

She required more.

Julian rose up, his lips wet her orgasm. She stared at him, watched him take off his wristwatch, jacket, followed by his shirt. His body was covered with many designs, canvas for his emotions. Reaching out, she rubbed her hands on his chest, wanting to feel his body.

"Turn over, grab the edge of the desk." He instructed. She got up and did that, feeling her legs stretch in the heels, and air hit her bare ass. She watched the people dancing below her, oblivious to the passion being created above them.

Julian took off his trousers and stepped forward. He would use a condom, but this wasn't planned. The woman had bewitched him from when he set his sight on her.

He entered her with a groan, feeling her muscles tighten around him. She moaned out loudly, not moving her hands. Good girl.

He moved, pounding into her relentlessly. He didn't know where this need came from, he wanted to make sure she never forgot him.

Naomi cried out, the feeling of Julian inside her and his hands moving her hips back and forth towards him was intoxicating. Soon, she sobbed, an orgasm taking her by surprise. Julian came with a groan inside her, coming out and spilling all over her back.

Together, they panted, knowing this was the wildest night they had both had