Marcello's eyes narrowed at the contempt in the man's voice. "Stupido." Stupid. The man clenched his teeth. "Stupid?" He chuckled. "You really have no idea." Marcello's gaze hardened. "About what?" "It's time for you to die." Marcello laughed, then paused and looked at him with a threatened stare. "How Ironic!" The man raised a brow, wondering how he could be so cool while having guns pointed at him. He was just a freaking consigliere of the Colombo family, yet he looked unaffected by the guns pointed at him. "Your wife is quite lovely. "I'm going to make her my whore after I kill you." The man said his attention was stuck on Mariana's ass. Marcello clenched his teeth. He would kill any man who looked at his wife. "You just crossed a fucking line." He chuckled, and the vibration sent a shiver down her spine. Were they going to shoot Marcello? She had no idea. He was outnumbered. None of his men were with them. Was he going to die? She couldn't help but get worried. If
Marcello stepped out of the car, and Mariana followed behind him. The house was larger than it looked from the outside. The back door entered the kitchen, with steel appliances and low lighting. An office sat to the left of Mariana, with the credenza desk visible through the cracked door. Except for that, there was a small bathroom and laundry room at a corner, with a staircase running upstairs. It was simple, clean, and masculine. She swallowed when he shut the door with a password. He turned to drop his keys on the kitchen counter. She stood frozen next to the door while he poured himself a drink from the minibar near the windows. This was actually the first time that they were alone—actually alone in a house, in a country, and in a city. Mariana knows no one except for him. The curtains were closed, and only small shards of light got through, leaving the room dimly lit. Mariana's legs trembled because of the way he watched her as he leaned against the small bar, and the longer
Mariana recognized the word 'puttana'. Whore. Did she just call her a whore? Her gaze found the woman with indifference, and then responded to what she had called her. "It takes one to know one." It was clear Marcello didn't value her as his wife. If he had, he wouldn't have even allowed this woman to be there. Her chest tightened. Hurt. He was going to showcase his girls in front of her like she was nothing. She hadn't wanted any of this. To be married to the boss of a Mafia gang at twenty-one. But he was going to treat her like this? Mariana vibrated with rage. She even had to share a bathroom with his whore. The woman's mouth dropped open. "Do you know who I am?" "I don't and honestly do not care." Her eyes narrowed. "You know," she eyed Mariana. "You are nothing but another useless whore to him." Marian went completely silent, showing no anger. This woman wasn't worth her time. "You are in my room." "What will you do if I don't leave? It's not even your room." "Leave, Be
Mariana glanced at Marcello. His attention was on Alice, but he tried to dissimulate. He stood with one hand clenched behind him. Trying to hide his feelings. His disappointment towards his father. Mariana warned herself not to sympathise with him, but it was hard when the woman told him about his father. She understood what the woman had said and also understood everything Marcello was going through now. "Greta, Greta. It seems I've heard of that name before but where?" Mariana asked herself. The name sounded familiar. Who was Greta? She stared at him, the words tightening around her throat with cold fingers. His gaze met hers. He didn't look away. He didn't seem to hide his feelings when he looked at her. He must be having a hard time knowing about the affair of his father with another woman. But what was he looking for? Why does she feel that that was not all? How many more secrets are about to be revealed? "Go to your room." Mariana didn't seem to listen to his command.
Marcello then held Mariana's face and lightly caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, he placed his lips on her forehead and muttered, "I will be right back." She stayed still. Too shocked to process whatever was happening. He walked across the office to leave, and she turned to see him open the door. He paused with a hand on the doorknob. "Stay here. Don't leave the office." He warned before leaving. She was still standing when a red-haired woman stepped in with a box of pizza in her hands. Once she shut the door, she dropped the pizza on the table and went to stand beside the door with a stoic expression. Mariana looked at her and smiled. "Hi, may I know your name?" "Giana." She said, crossing her arms. Mariana began to wonder if the Mafia society allows a woman to work with them. "How long have you been working for Marcello?" "Since he rescued me from the hands of my abusive husband." A bit of amusement rose in Mariana. Did Marcello actually do that? "He doesn't seem like
Mariana lunged forward, but Marcello stepped aside, taking her by surprise. "You're too slow." He told her. "Try hitting me again. Do not stop until you succeed." Mariana nodded, clenching her fist again, then she dashed forward faster than before. Marcello moved twice faster. He dodged her blow, grabbed her wrist and whirled her around until her back collided with his erection. Marcello held his breath at the collision. Mariana turned to face him while leaning her head back on his shoulder. She briefly displayed confusion. He tried with everything in him to restrain himself, but he was powerless to do so. She was getting close to him. In a nutshell, the temptation was too much. Her waist was grabbed firmly, pulling her towards him. They then drew nearer, and she flushed when his manhood brushed her ass. She gave him the most lovely shy grin that he felt deep in his gut. He dropped the hands holding her waist and took a step backwards. "No distractions." He said coldly. "Try to
Marcello took her in for a moment, as if he was lost. She stared into his eyes. "What the fuck, Mariana?" He growled and then threw his gun on the floor. "I could have fucking shot you." "I'm sorry." She muttered, then her gaze went to his arm. "What happened to you? Were you shot?" She asked worriedly. "I was stabbed. It's nothing." He replied, not showing any signs of pain. "Why are you here, Mariana?" "I…came to see you. You didn't come home yesterday." She lied. She hadn't even known that he was back but there is obviously no way for her to tell him that she came to snoop around his bedroom. His gaze hardened. "Now, that you've seen me, leave." Mariana was speechless. Suddenly she became aware of all the heat pressed against her, of his legs straddling her hips, of his shirtless chest covered with tattoos and his erection pressed against her clit. His evident bulge from his boxer briefs rubbing on her clit caught her attention as she slipped her eyes down his body. She sud
Mariana shivered. "No." His mouth drew back into a smirk of satisfaction, and he grabbed her by the chin—not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. "You're mine," he breathed. "Only mine." At his words, something hot and risky drifted through her body, pooling in the aching area between her legs. She swallowed a lump in her throat before saying. "You need to call a doctor to get your wound treated." The worry in her voice rubbed Marcello the wrong way. She was worried about him. "I'll text Alessandro to call the doctor." He told her. "But only if you straddle my face with your thighs." Marcello was aware that he could provide treatment for his wound on his own, but since she kept urging him to contact a doctor, she owed him this. Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean…by that?" He grinned. She was really cute. His innocent wife. Did she truly not understand what he had said? "If you don't respond, it appears I will continue bleeding." She sighed, cast a look on t
"Ahhh!" Mariana yelled, squeezing Marcello's hands as her face contorted in pain. "You're gonna be okay, baby. You're doing good," Marcello cooed. Mariana eyed him furiously, "Does it look like I am fucking okay?! This whole shit is your fault!" Mariana bellowed another yell as her breathing began to slow down. Marcello turned to look at the nurses attending to her in confusion. "It's okay. It's the pain talking," one nurse explained, easing Marcello's train of thoughts. "Miss Mariana, you need to give me two more big pushes. I can already see the crowning." "No, I don't want to. It hurts so much," Mariana shook her head as she wanted to sleep. "I feel so sleepy." "No, no, no. Don't sleep. If you sleep, your precious babies die and you don't want that, do you?" Another nurse questioned. At the thought of losing the babies that she had carried in her womb for 9 months, she took in a deep breath and pushed again. "Ahhh!!" "Okay. We're almost there. Give me a big push." "Ahhh!"
"No. There's nothing going on between me and Adriano." Elena told her.But Mariana still didn't believe what she was saying was true. There was something going on between them and Mariana was sure of it."Does Elena trust me enough to tell me?" Mariana wondered."You don't have to lie to me. I can see the way you two stare at each other; even at the gala." Mariana said, with a slight smile.Elena sighed and sat back. "W…we had sex."That wasn't the reply Mariana expected but she was glad Elena had told her.But, wait what?Wasn't Adriano betrothed to Elena's elder sister?"Isn't Adriano your elder sister's fiancee?" Mariana exclaimed, reaching for hand immediately."Yes, I know. It was a mistake, I mean no, it wasn't a mistake for me but for him…" Elena paused, realising she was rushing her words. Her heart tightened in her chest as she looked away from Mariana. "Gosh, I'm such a big fool.""No, you're not a big fool. Do you mind telling me what happened?" Mariana asked, worried.Elan
"Can we change the subject?" She said, She didn't want to talk about John or get reminded of her stupid crush on him. "Aren't you hungry?"Marcello leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, groping her breast in the process. "I'm hungry." He caressed her breasts. "But I don't want dinner." Running his thumb over her nipples, and pinched her nipple, a moan escaped Mariana's mouth and immediately he eased the pain with his tongue and sucked gently."Marcello," she moaned out his name while running her fingers through his silky hair. He swirled his tongue around her hard nipples, biting them, teasing them until they're oversensitive and Mariana couldn't help moan out at the delicious feeling."I want to eat…you." He said, kissing her all the way down to her chest to the top of her pubis. He brushed his thumb on her pubis and Mariana jerked at his touch. "You like what I'm doing to you?" He asked, still rubbing his thumb on her pubis."Yes, yes," she answered, moving her hips up and al
There is not even a trace of the innocent Mariana that Marcello is so accustomed to; instead, Mariana's eyes were misted over with want. She gave him a nod before slowly rising and settling upon his taut, ready cock. The sensation of her close to him caused him to inhale sharply."Oh, God, I love fucking you, Mariana." He groaned.She grinned, and started grinding on him, her tender breasts bouncing. "I love hearing you say that—oh, my God…" she trailed off, her hands on his chest as she moved on top of him, getting more wild by the second.Marcello grabbed her hips and moved upwards to meet her, loving the way she was letting him know that she was enjoying this.Her waist moved perfectly, and Marcello watched her face as she rode him. He moved his hand to her breasts, gently caressing them."Oooh my…Marcello…" She arched her back, moaning as if every thrust felt more amazing than the next."Do you want to come, tesorino?" He gasped, watching her bite her bottom lip and nodding."Beg
"No, you got me wrong. I'm not insinuating that you're ugly." Marcello said. "Infact, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."Mariana popped a red grape in her mouth and savoured the sweet taste it had. "Hmmmm," she moans."You know what you're doing," Marcello groaned."What am I doing?" She asked, feigning oblivion."Turning me on." He said and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom."I'm exhausted." Mariana told him as soon as she lay on the bed."You need to sleep." He told her.Marcello watched her till she slept off.He took out his phone from his pocket and went to Google. He wanted to do a little research on pregnancy hormones. It seems going online is the best way to find all the details he needed.He was doing this so he can be a better support system to Mariana. He doesn't like seeing her stressed out and he was doing his possible best to relieve her of some of the burdens by at least understanding how she feels.He sighed after going through some w
A Week Later.Marcello's phone rang in his back pocket. He knew who was calling but didn't pick it. "Your father is so desperate to talk to me." Marcello told Leonardo."H…he is not going to stop until you give me to him." Leonardo said, shaking.It's been a week of endless torture from Marcello and Alessandro. Not only did they break his jaw and two of his legs but he also lost two of his front teeth.Marcello watched Leonardo, letting his phone ring and ring, before finally bringing it out. He answered the call."Federico," he said, "I wonder why you're so desperate to hear my voice.""Let's meet." Federico replied through the phone."Is that an order?" Marcello raised a brow."I will make you an offer you can't refuse."Marcello's eyes narrowed. "And who said that I'll likely accept your offer?" "Enough," Federico barked. "We both know what you want. I will trade myself for my son."Exactly! This was what Marcello wanted.Come to him, fool."N–no, father," Leonardo cried immediat
Marcello had been in that position before, and he knows what it felt like. He didn't want Mariana to be in that kind of situation ever again.He reached out to stroke her belly, a small smile tugging at his lips. If this baby turns out to be a boy, his name will definitely be Gabriel when he's born. He's a warrior.And if the baby turns out to be a girl, her name will definitely be Giada. A precious stone.Happiness swelled in his stomach, knowing he would have his child soon. Years of not wanting a family of his own, not wanting to be committed to anyone, and now he is blessed twice with both a beautiful wife and a child.Marcello gave her flat tummy a kiss, suddenly feeling eager for her belly to grow bigger."Hmm," Mariana hummed in a sleepy voice. "What are you doing?""I am just enjoying the thought that I will soon become a father.""Okay," she murmured, finally falling asleep.It's only been three months, and he has fallen hopelessly in love with her.Marcello appointed two gua
Mariana awoke to the glare of the sun coming from the window, which hurt her eyes, blinking her eyebrows continuously to adjust to the sunlight.She stayed awake for a while, trying to remember what happened to her, but as soon as the images flashed through her mind— she suddenly felt nauseous.Her body wasn't hurting like before anymore but breathing was difficult. Her face feels swollen and her lips bruised.She doesn't even know the extent of her injuries; she doesn't even know if she's pregnant or not.'My baby?' She thought as she put a hand over her abdomen.Is her baby okay?Marcello came to save them, right? Killed the men who hurt her and took her to safety. He saved her."Mar—Marcello," she called in a croaky whisper.Marcello was in the bathroom so he couldn't hear but as soon as he came out and saw her awake, he rushed over to her. "Mariana," he said, taking her hand in his. "How are you feeling?"When she realised how deeply worried his eyes were, an unintentional tear ra
An Hour Later. "Get the sack off her head." Leonardo ordered one of his men. The sack was removed from her head and Mariana tried to adjust her eyes to the rays that emanated from the light bulb above her head. "Y–you?" Her eyes widened when she recognized the face of her kidnapper. It was the man from the gala. The man who introduced himself to be Leonardo. Why was he keeping her hostage? What does he want from her? He laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Yes, me. Did I surprise you?" Now, Mariana understood why Marcello had told her to stay away from Leonardo. "When Marcello finds me, just know you're a dead man…" She said through gritted teeth. Her chest heaving. Leonardo's eyes glazed over with a burning rage. He slapped her across her cheeks and it stung. "Who is the dead man now?" Mariana really didn't see that coming until his palm landed on her cheek. The sting on her cheek caused tears to well up in her eyes. "Answer me! Who–" he was cut off a