One Night Only

Dante

“Dante,” Ivan says. Now we are alone in the same room. “I want to inform you about something. Judging by how relaxed and calm you look, I doubt that you are already aware of it.”

What’re you saying? I just hope it’s not something related to that damn Bachman.

“What’s going on?”I lean forward, resting my arms on my legs to focus my gaze on him, already sitting on the other sofa. “Spill now. You know I don’t like suspense, let alone unpleasant surprises.”

He sighs deeply and looks at me.

“A few days ago, I went to the bar. Filippo, “he means the owner of the place,” told me that Tamara is pregnant.”

I don’t know why he’s telling me this. What she does or what happens to that whore means very little to me.

“And why should I care?”I’m asking, but I wanted it to be more of a statement. “What she does with her life means shit to me.”

“I don’t know, I thought you might want to know.”

“Why should I? I just fucked her a couple of times,” I mumble. “You know she never meant anything more to me than a roll in the hay.”

“Yes, but…”He stops and looks down. After a few seconds, he looks at me and continues: “I think that maybe she could be pregnant with your child, that the child she is pregnant with could be yours.”

But what nonsense. The last thing I need is for that bitch Tamara to show up here and try to turn me on to her bastard. That woman sleeps with half of Italy.

“You’re an idiot!”I scream furiously, abruptly getting up from my seat. “Don’t you dare say that in front of others.”I point my finger at him. “That bastard is not mine, do you understand?”I raise my voice even more.

“Understood, but…”He sighs. “I just wanted to warn you before the whole of Italy found out and started talking about you,” he says with a worried tone. “It’s hard for me to believe it. I know you’d never take a chance like that, especially with a whore, but they’re already talking about it at the bar.”

“I don’t give a shit what they say!”I scream. “They can think and say whatever stupid things they want. You know I’ve never cared what people say about me. No one is going to hang a damn package like that on me,” I snap angrily.

“I get it, and I know you well enough to know that you don’t care what anyone says, but you’re the king of the Italian mafia, so you can’t leave loose ends, and I mean all of them.”

I don’t know if he means what I think he’s saying.

“Are you suggesting that I kill her? I’m not a monster, not so much, and especially not now that he’s carrying a child in his belly,” I turn to grab another bottle of whiskey. I need it urgently. “I’m not going to hurt them. It’s none of my business. I know that bastard’s not mine.”

“I hope that’s true for your well-being and your future with your bobcat. If she finds out about this, I doubt she will want to marry you,” he says what matters most to me. I knew he was going to say it. As always, he tells me everything without fear of anything. “I don’t mean to be a killjoy, brother, but you know I’m saying this for your own good, because I care about you, and so you can sort it out before it gets out of hand. If you don’t want to kill her, I can do it. You know I don’t hesitate to do it.”

And it’s true. He’s a fucking hitman. He seems to have ice in his veins and no heart, but he has one. He has shown this in his lethal friendship of many years with me. However, when it comes to killing, he is the right man for the job.

“Neither you nor I will touch them,” I say, calmer now. “I’ll talk to her when I get back. In the meantime, don’t do anything about it.”

“Very well. Don’t take too long to do it. I heard it’s been going on for several months now. That’s why I thought it might be yours. It’s not recent,” he adds.

I take a swig of whiskey and pour myself some more. I’m standing, leaning on the bar, still drinking.

“The last time I saw her was almost three months ago, and there was nothing but a blowjob from her. It’s been months since I fucked her.”

He gets up, leans on the bar and pours himself a whiskey in his glass.

“Months… How many exactly?”He looks at me through his glass as he takes a sip of his drink.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I don’t know, it’s not something I keep track of every time I fuck a slut,” I mutter.

“But it serves to clear up doubts. It’s not that I believe you, but it’s as evidence if she tries to drag you into this mess.”

“Either way, it’s my word against hers. I know it’s not mine; of that I’m very sure,” I affirm. “You say she’s been pregnant for several months… I can say that it’s been almost half a year since I fucked her, and every time I was with her, I always used a fucking condom. You know I used to be careful with all the women I fucked.”

He doesn’t say anything and just stares at me, as if he wants to know more or see something.

“Does that mean that you’re not being careful anymore and that your opinion about having children has changed?”

It doesn’t seem like a question, but rather a statement.

“I won’t talk about my sex life with you,” I reply. He smiles mockingly. “It’s different with her. She will be my wife soon. And I won’t tell you if I fuck her with a fucking condom or not, or how I do it.”

“The Devil has definitely turned into a damn gentleman,” he scoffs. “Where is the one who used to tell me about all his adventures and conquests?”

Annoying growl.

“It’s different. Soon it will be Mrs. Mancini, the owner of this house and her boss.”I punch him on the shoulder with a closed fist.

“And, apparently, also the owner of the Devil,” he laughs.

“Damn it.”

“Yes, tease all you want, but later on, she will be the one to give you the orders.”Now it’s me who’s laughing. I smile.

His stupid smile disappears. He looks at me grimly.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” he mutters. “Now I’ll have to take orders from a woman. So what? Will the little devils come later?”He tries to recover with that while attacking me again.

I shake my head.

“You know very well what I think about it.”

“And then why aren’t you being careful?”he scolds. “One of these days, she will surprise you, and that will be a real surprise, unlike Tamara’s news.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. When I see her again, I will discuss it thoroughly with her. Maybe I’ll start taking some damn pills, those things women take to avoid getting pregnant.”

“Then there will be no little devils? “He tries to pretend that it makes him sad.

“You know. And no, I haven’t changed my mind. Getting married does not mean that I want or think about having children. “He knows it well, but I do plan to propose to Lillie. I have to make that matter clear to him.” I just want her. A child is not in my plans.