The Black Cliff

Mackenzie Rodriguez furiously dried her sweaty hands on the short flimsy skirt wrapped around her waist. The interiors of the S.U.V felt so hot that she was tempted to throw off the jean jacket draped over her shoulders and expose the transparent bra top beneath.

But her father would be disappointed.

Talking about disappointment, Mackenzie was surely a big one to her father who hated her career choice of being a caterer. Why would the mafian princess of the Rosso insist on making a living out of cooking for other people beneath their social standards? Her father, the Godfather of the Italian Mafioso, Diamante Negro, was feared by all and even though he was currently in prison, no one dared to touch his daughter.

He had expected his sweet daughter to give up on her stupid dreams and take over the drug business on his absence but she was defiant to his wishes and went ahead to college while her father rotted in prison.

It was not that Mack didn’t want to check up on her father for the past ten years but the old man warned her not to ever step foot into the prison yards since the day he was convicted and he assigned a bodyguard to her that she had hated initially but later got used to him being her shadow.

Now, she was twenty years old and she could damn well make her own decisions which involved coming to pay her father a visit whether he liked it or not.

Sitting in the back of the darkened S.U.V, she glanced around the empty spots, recalling her argument with the bodyguard that morning. He had wanted to bring more personal bodyguards of her father’s, five hulking men at that with them but Mackenzie had refused blatantly. She was sure there was another vehicle following them anyway, but she hadn’t seen it yet. Her father might be in prison but he somehow is still in control of his men outside the prison walls. Their allegiance to him is indestructible. And that is exactly what made the Mafioso so strong even while their leader is in prison. Their undying loyalty to each other and to their master, they all in some way were indebted to Mackenzie's father so they could never betray him besides the blood oath they took before they became one of the Diamante Negro.

The S.U.V pulled to a stop in front of the first gate. Then the driver also her bodyguard drove up to an eight-foot high wired fence with a topping of barbed wire. There was a sentry booth there, manned by two armed guards. One of them stayed in the booth watching as the other approached the car. When he got close enough, he instructed them to get out of the car.

The bodyguard, Marco got down first and walked round the vehicle to get the door for Mackenzie who was fumbling with her shades.

“State your business.”

“We are here to see the godfather.”

The soldier remained blank faced, “And who is godfather?”

The bodyguard got a little angry and would have taught the foot soldier a lesson if Mackenzie’s fingers hadn’t dug into his wrist, stopping him. Nobody dared not to know who the Godfather is in the whole of Naples.

“We are here to see my father, Mr. D’caprio. Alexandro D’caprio Rodriguez.”

“Today is not a visiting day.” The soldier barked.

For a split second, Mackenzie feared that they would be thrown out of the prison, so she thought really hard and fast as she was desperate to see her father to tell him about her graduation that he had missed and other things.

She moved closer to the guard and smiled coyly at him as she slowly moved the flaps of her jacket. She bit her lower lip and flashed him her titties that were barely covered by the transparent top-bra. Averting his gaze, the guard cleared his throat uncomfortably while shifting on his feet. She poked his chest with her sharp nails and then slid that finger down his body to his groin area and cupped a feel.

Her bodyguard stuck out a hand to pull her away but she stopped him with a laser-filled glare and then she turned back to guard, batting her long lashes, “I would give you my digits for later,’ she winked, “If you let us through.”