Never Say Love Read Free

and come and go as I please—that’s how it will be over there, okay? As for my sexual health, father , I’m clean! Okay?”
    “Fine, son. ” Franco smiled, “Whatever you want. I’ll ask Isabella to book you a suite, okay?”
    Benito nodded, “Yeah, do that. That would be best.”
     

Chapter 2
     
    Nine days after the discussion with his father, Benito went out with friends, their plan to send him off to England in style. The five friends had a few drinks in a bar before visiting a club they regularly frequented. They danced, drank some more and then each picked up a girl of their choosing to entertain , a game they frequently played. Standing at the edge of the dance floor, they would each select a girl, signal her out to each other as their mark for the evening and then try their level best to secure her for some fun, each young man being free of the girl by the next morning.
    The girl Benito had chosen lay beneath him. She was incredibly slim, in fact, a little too bony for his liking. Long dark curls and a fine bone structure. Closing his eyes, not wanting to look at her skeletal-like face, he pounded into her, afraid that he might break her fragile-looking body. She moaned and writhed as he drove deeper inside her, his elbows to the side of her head. He was trapped by her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her nails digging into his back. Shit, he hated being marked by women with long nails—the price often paid for a one night stand with someone he’d hopefully never see again.
    Over and over he hammered into her as she lay, giving nothing back, which was fine by him. He’d use her for his self-satisfaction and whilst he’d rather receive something back, he was, under the circumstances, happy with her just lying there—apparently pissed!
    Finding his release, he collapsed on top of her, pinning her down as she lay still beneath him. Drawing breath, he eventually rolled off the too-thin woman, found the bathroom in her untidy little bedsit and flushed the used condom. Splashing some water over his face, he returned to the bedroom where he saw the scrawny, dark haired girl sound asleep as he’d left her. God, he’d made a bad choice tonight. His last night for a while in Italy and she was useless, too pissed to do anything other than lie there!
    Reaching for his clothes, he dressed and left the bedsit quietly, leaving no note or contact details—he wouldn’t be entertaining her again! Returning home, he packed his small bag and grabbed a couple of hours sleep.
     
    In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was being met at London City airport by James, the son of one of his father’s very good friend, Lucca Aconi. Lucca had tragically died following a mugging that had gone wrong a few years ago. James, who was then only 18 years old, had made the decision, supported by Roberto and Gia, to turn off the life support system that was keeping his father alive. Benito had no idea how James could have done such a thing. Hell, the thought of having to end his own father’s life, it made his blood run cold. The family had pulled together and tried to find the bastards that had caused Lucca’s death, but nobody was ever found.
    He knew a little of James and had met him a couple of times last year when he’d visited London with his father. They shared a few drinks and had some nights out when Benito had introduced James to the Entertainment Game . James liked the ladies as much as he did and had enjoyed playing the Game that the Italian had brought to British shores!
    James knew all about Benito dealing with the bastard who had violated his sister. Franco had taken him away, out of the country, for a few weeks until the police had finished looking for the missing man. They’d never find him, well not what was left of him anyway and probably never would. It had been a tumultuous few months which had seen Benito turning to illegal substances in an effort to forget what he’d done, what he had to do,