Thread: Guns and lust (Sumi & Crusade)

Johnny DeRossi had grown up knowing only the mafia. From the day he turned 10, he'd been thrown into the mix, acting as a little mule, passing drugs and carrying a switchblade in his pocket just in case. He ate, slept, breathed the lifestyle. He dropped out of school when he was fifteen and focused solely on working his way up the ranks. By the time the kid was eighteen, he'd fired shots, cut off fingers, witnessed murders and had been arrested on more than one occasion. But the kid thrived on the adrenaline the job provided him. The lanky teenager started bulking up and soon he grew into those broad shoulders. He was built like a house, his body ripped and his upper arms both covered in tattoos. His hair was dark and always combed neatly. He kept up with appearances, even though his job was anything but glamorous. Having worked for the same boss all his life, the dark haired, dark eyed stud of the organization was making his way up the ranks. He proved to the old man that he was a go-to. A guy he could call upon in any circumstances. By the time he was thirty, Johnny was next in succession for the role of boss. Once the old man bit the bullet, the job was his. The only thing he despised about his boss was the way he chose to spoil his only daughter. He grew up knowing nothing else but scuffling for his next meal and here was this fucking princess having the world handed to her. He'd seen her on a few occasions. The girl was a goddess and he was sure she hit on him a few times, but he never reciprocated the advances. For one, her father would've chopped his balls off and for another, she wasn't his type. He would have just as well rather find a slut working the streets to fuck instead of some entitled little princess. Given the unenviable task of having to babysit Scarlet, Johnny wore a black wifebeater tank top that showed off his muscular midsection and his large, tattooed biceps. He wore a pair of fairly tight jeans that, if a woman glanced down in the lower region for long enough, she would be able to see clearly the outline of his cock. Finished off with a pair of boots, the mobster kept a glock tucked into his waistband. He pulled up out front, knowing his boss had just boarded a plane to head to Italy for the week. He took a deep breath as he looked at the mansion before him. The place was huge and as unnecessary as was the spoiling of Scarlet. Johnny was modest by nature and it showed in how casually he dressed as he was welcomed at the door by the boss's daughter. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts seemed to welcome him through the shirt, knowing damn well she wasn't wearing a bra. And when the pretty little thing turned around, he took in the sight of her barely covered ass, knowing she was doing it just for the attention. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Nah, I didn't have breakfast, he told her, closing and locking the door behind them. He was there for a reason and he hoped like hell Scarlet understood that. He wasn't there to get hit on or to get his dick wet. He was doing the old man a solid and nothing more. One of the first things Johnny realized as he was led through the home to the kitchen was how much he dwarfed Scarlet. He was at least a foot taller than her. And Scarlet...before we even sit down, I wanna get this outta the way. No funny business this week, alright? Your old man told me what he expects of me and I'm gonna respect those wishes. You understand me? he asked, walking alongside of her so the temptation was no longer there to glance down at her ass. It was going to be a long fucking week.