Chapter 7

Leon

I held a drunk Mira in my arms as we jostled along to my secret hideout as I called it. No one in my immediate circle knew where this place was.

Even my usual driver did not know where it was. I had a special driver, Caleb, for my trips here.

Mira mumbled something incoherent. She was so drunk and tired, but I wouldn’t let her sleep. The last thing I wanted was for her to sleep it off and wake up at some point while at our destination.

We were near our destination, and I let her close her eyes. While she rested I studied her face. Her lashes fanned across her cheeks and her nose was perfect.

Her soft lips begged for me to suck on them. Her lips darted out to lick her lips and she moaned. My hands played over her body touching her all over as she bounced on my lap with the vehicle's motion. I slipped my hand between her thighs just for a second and I was correct, she was wet.

Soon we arrived at the location. Ancient murals peered down at me as I pulled Mira’s clothes from her body.

I left her thigh-high stockings on her body while the rest of her was bare. Leaving her on the low bed I took my position on the stand behind the camera and snapped.

If Mira were to open her eyes, she would see the numerous pictures I had taken of her over the years. And she would see all of the trinkets I had, socks, panties, ribbons, and a jar with a small amount of her riotous curls I had collected from a brush. They all sat down here aging like fine wine never to be drunk or discovered by anyone.

I went and sat beside her once I’d had my fill of taking pictures of her in such a wanton position, legs splayed open, full golden tits on display with chocolate nipples pushed up as if trying to get my attention.

My finger touched her lips and her tongue snaked out to lick it. I traced the pattern of her throat as her Adam’s apple bobbed while she tried to speak.

I hushed her softly then took a taut nipple between my fingers. Her body responded immediately, her back arching.

I had long known of Mira’s involvement with the Mafia for the past three years. Ever since she started college she sought her independence from what she thought was my caging of her solely because of who she was born to.

I pulled the other nipple harder than the first making her moan loudly. I just wanted to know how long it would take for her to come clean with me and tell me.

My other hand found a way to her folds. I stroked while tugging her breasts alternately. I also knew of her involvement with Ander, and it made me angry.

That is why I let her get drunk. I wanted to punish her for going to him, not only because I wanted her to come to me, but because I wanted to protect her from him.

Ander was my guard because he would kill the wicked and the innocent alike with just one word. Mira didn’t need that.

Regardless of how much I told myself it wasn’t true or tried to deny it, I love Mira, my stepdaughter. One finger worked its way into her slippery channel. God, she was so tight against my finger!

“Myra,” I whispered in her ear. “Come back to me.” She mumbled something unintelligent, but at least she was awake.

I pulled my finger out of her and placed her on my lap. I didn’t want her this way. I didn’t want to be this way.

Sure, life affects you poorly, and we’re all messed up to some degree, but I didn’t want to hurt Myra. I didn't want to punish her for my selfishness.

Of course, I had seen her flushed chest and noticed Ander's hardness beneath his pants when they had returned from the restroom. That is what drove me here, but that did not mean I should do this to punish her.

Ander was her weakness. Sex addiction was her weakness. I pulled a skirt and top on her limp form.

The next time I saw Myra naked would be when she was cognizant and in agreement with the actions that would take place thereafter.

Myra

I determined to go to the hypnotherapist the next day when I woke up as my sex addiction issue grew severe these days. My doctor, John, who is also Leon's former mentor. I'm hoping to gain valuable information about my stepfather and, more importantly, get treatment for my sex addiction.  I was hypnotized again.

I pushed open a door revealing nothing but a bed. As I got closer to it, I saw my mother lying there on it. “Mom,” I whispered.

“Leave me you seed of a monster!” She yelled. I ran and slammed into someone's firm legs.

My gaze scrolled up until I looked upon the face of Mr. Giordano. “Help her, please. Don’t let her die!” I pleaded pulling on his pants.

He stared at me a tender smile on his face. In full doctor garb with a pristine white coat over it he murmured, “Oh, Myra, I will fix her. You will see.” With that, he walked over to her and snapped her neck leaving her to stare at me with lifeless eyes. Ahhh!!!! I screamed coming out of the trance.

“Calm your breathing, Myra.” Doctor John commanded. “Where are you? You are in the present here with me. Gather yourself. Breathe in sharply. Find yourself. Relax. Now what did you see?”

As soon as I had calmed myself, the memories vanished. “Ugh! I don’t know!” I huffed frustratedly. “Why do I even do this if I can’t remember what I see yet I am terrified for nothing!”

“Listen it is not for nothing…”

I cut him off, “Do I fund you for nothing! I can remove my generous business and take it elsewhere if necessary.”

“No miss that is not necessary. I can create a new therapy. Yes, we have other methods. That is what we will use. We can just…”

He kept going, but I could no longer hear him because I was lost in my thoughts. “Actually, Doctor, you can do me a favor.” I grinned.

When I learned that Leon had not slept at home. I also discovered that he was set to attend a funeral. The funeral of Gilio Hug. With Leon already gone by seven in the morning, I had time to plan and devise. It was time to set things in motion.

Not wanting to be conspicuous I used the Tipo 8 Isotta to make my way to a phone booth. It was time to give Dr. John a call. Hours later and a decided plan later I bumped along the cobblestone streets toward the funeral of a man whose death I’d ordered with Ander by my side.

I crouched beside the tree silently observing with a sturdy Ander pressed against my back. Dr. John pulled a mere five minutes later which gave me peace that he would indeed go through with my requests, okay, commands. Leon still hadn’t noticed him as he was deep in thought with someone, a female it seemed.

With a little more focus I noticed that I knew the woman even though I couldn’t place her. A slight tilt of her head revealed an ivory neck with a tiny broken heart tattoo. Jenny Boston, the lover of Gilio Hug.

Why was she talking to Leon? Why was he talking to her? Thinking on these strange things I thought of how a lot of the elite members of the mafia and Russian mob were in attendance.

This was not simply an evening funeral as it was supposed to be; it was a meeting of some kind. One where my stepfather was either invited to or facilitated.

The intricate web of deceit was so deeply spun in both my family and the family I had been merged with that I regretfully didn’t know where secrets ended and truth began. I, too, played a massive role in this, of which I was not proud.

Even now an oblivious Dr. John walked over to Leon and “bumped him by accident.” As far as John knew I wanted him to reconnect with one of his old colleagues from university and hypnotize him so that I could ascertain his feelings for me. What he didn’t know was who Leon was to me and his role in my life.

Leon and John spoke like two old friends. It wasn’t long before John introduced the idea of Leon coming to his practice and getting hypnotized in a “safe” environment to relieve the grief he must be feeling at present.

To my great excitement, Leon agreed. Jenny clung to Leon’s arm while he continued speaking with John. Although I was happy with my plans, Jenny was posing a threat and throwing a wrench in those plans. I had plans for her as well that did not include her constant interactions with Leon. I’d have to move fast to get Jenny out of the picture she did not belong in.

Just as everything was wrapping up and condolences were finished being issued a cloaked man slid closer emerging from the shadows.

I almost yelled Leon’s name to warn him of the attack that was imminent when I saw the sunlight glisten off the metal in the attacker’s hand, although that would alert him to my presence ruining my plans, but something in his stance arrested me, and froze me in place.

The slight limp, the angled head as he raised his hand, the way his other hand came up to support his shoulder as the shot rang out all pointed to one person – Alistair.