Lorenzo

"Lorenzo. When last did I see you, big brother."

"I'm guessing you've meet your wife, the young Mia." I say smirking

My brother, Dimitri snarls in disgust. "You disgusting piece of shit. I'm married to a toddler." He growls trying to keep his anger in check.

I put my bottle of whiskey down, get up, and menacingly walk to my office window and look past the clear glass, into the world.

The world I built.

"If it is a toddler you must marry in order to raise up the Spanish Mafia, then you will do so." I order. "I must say, your toddler seems to have gone through puberty rather quickly." I humour.

Finding no humour in my words, as per usual—Dimitri grabs hold of my bottle of whiskey, and smashes it against the wall besides me.

"Your aim is rather trash don't you think? I suggest asking Reuben to help you revive your knife throwing reflexes."

Dimitri, being the hot head he has always been, walks over to me and grabs be by the collar of my shirt.

"Fucking listen to yourself Lorenzo, I'm twenty-two. I'm not going to remain married to a seventeen year old." He lets go off me, "Think of my dignity and the young life you are ruining. I don't give a shit about this mafia, if we must stay in second place and be free and not bonded through a fucking shit marriage, then free I shall fucking be." He barks before storming out of my office.

I smile knowing I was expecting this. And I know Dimitri will not drop it till he gets what he wants. So I don't give his words a second thought for I already have a plan conjured just for this very matter.

Sighing, I exit my office room and head to the basement, widely known as a strip joint. Taking the front entrance into the joint, I see dozens of women everywhere.

Some are in hot lingeries and some bare naked—dancing wildly on poles.

I take a seat at an empty table with alcohol already present and I proceed to down my sorrows away.

Two hands begin to massage my shoulders and I smirk knowing it's one of the workers here. Taking their hands, I bring the bare naked stranger onto my lap and smirk as she begins grinding on me. I growl as she fastens her pace, and put both my hands on her waist pulling her closer.

"I find it wonderful that I get to pleasure one of the Ambrosiõ brother's." She whispers in my ear and begins to nibble on it.

She manages to get my blazer off before I carry her into a private room and lock the door. I throw the slut onto the empty bed, and tower her with my stature.

She proceeds to remove my pants, and puts both her hands on my already hard dick.

"And the pleasure is all mine." I say before she ferociously begins moving her hands up and down my dick.

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Very short tiny sex scene that felt so awkward to write but anyway. What do you think Lorenzo's plan is and why is Dimitri so adamant about not being married to a minor?

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