“Is it any of your business?” She prayed she sounded braver than she felt.“Yes.”From his tone she knew it was a rare occasion anyone argued with him, and she took a perverse sense of pleasure to be one of the few. Even if he killed her now, it was on her own terms. Despite being afraid of this man, despite wanting very much to live and be a normal functional part of society, she owed him nothing. His anger with her over the termination of her pregnancy was unjustified because it wasn’t any of his business and she was only there because she was scared of him. However, this time, it wasn’t her father or cousin who would bare the brunt of the anger of this mafia family. No, this time, it was her and she knew it wasn’t one of their heads on a platter if she didn’t do as they commanded.She folded her arms defiantly over her chest, “no it’s not. I didn’t break my NDA. I have no intention of breaking my NDA. He came to ask me why I didn’t try harder to escape. He well and truly thinks I s
Was this what it felt like to have consensual sex? He wasn’t a stranger, not really, since she’d known him for three years and he’d been a witness to her marriage. Yet, she didn’t know anything about this man other than he could kiss like it was nobody’s business and she desperately wanted him.His lips pushed and pulled, his nose brushing hers as his plush lower lip was the softest punishment she ever endured, and it was excruciatingly erotic. She shouldn’t want him but the wide shoulders and thick chest and the strong arms lifting her clear off the bench seat to straddle him on his lap had her feeling all kinds of wanton.Before Ercole she’d never engaged in casual sex. She’d been as devoutly religious and staunch in her beliefs as her parents and felt strongly premarital sex wasn’t for her. Now though, this man kissing her hungrily his hands cupping her ass as her dress hiked high on her hips, all she wanted was a release. Since the death of the bastard months ago working through h
She exited the hotel main floor bathroom to find Furio pacing angrily.“What the hell took so long?”“I was trying to get cleaned up as best I could and fix my hair. You turned it into a rat’s nest. Do you really want your mother to know we were having sex in the car? This will not ease her guilt.”“Oh, shut up,” he bit out furiously as he dragged her through the lobby towards the elevators. “No fucking wonder he kept his dick in your mouth all the time. The crap which comes out of it is never ending.”“Fuck you,” she hissed under her breath as the elevator doors opened.He slammed her up against the wall, “what did you say?”“I said fuck you. You don’t get to take my trauma and the abuse I went through and blame me for it. So. Fuck. You.” She didn’t look away from him as her eyes blazed with rage. “If you want me to stop talking, all you have to do is say so. Blaming me for his assaults is not cool.”He wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed cutting off her air supply. “You ne
“So, tell me all about yourself, Delfina. What was it which made you decide Ercole was the one? He said it took you a bit of time to warm up to him, but he’d known immediately you were the only one for him. He spoke all the time of how beautiful you are and how in moments he saw how pure your heart was.”She wanted to turn an accusing glare at Furio because this was not even remotely close to the truth as he took his seat opposite her at the dinner table. Instead, she gave a tight smile and smiled at Fiamme, “it’s all a blur really. He stormed into my life in only the way Ercole could and took it over. I barely had time to react to the whirlwind he was and suddenly we were married.”“How did you meet?”“We met through my cousin actually,” from her peripheral vision she noted Furio’s hand tightening on the table. Internally she smirked. “My parents own an Italian American restaurant, and my cousin Nek mentioned it in passing to Ercole. One night he came in and his presence took up the
Their meals were set in front of them and Delfina decided Fiamme and Carma were the kind of people she loved serving in the restaurant. They were gracious and appreciative of every action of their servers and polite to a fault.After Furio ordered them to stop badgering her, the conversation shifted to other topics with Carma telling her all about the beautiful town they were from in Italy and Fiamme regaling her with stories of how her two children ran her ragged when they were younger. They also inquired about her life before Ercole and were truly interested in learning everything about her.The buzzing of her phone under the table caught their ears again during a lull in the conversation but this time before she could comment, Furio grabbed the purse from under the table and despite the gasps of the three women, opened the clutch. He pulled the phone open and read the texts, his lips set in a grim line and then dialed out.“Ruggero Rapallino, what do you want?”The three women watc
She was in a high-end hotel room while Furio and his crew checked it over for security and she was annoyed at how long it was taking. All of the men except Furio filed out of the room and he shot her a look which told her he knew she was irritated.“When I leave, you lock this door and do not open it for anyone unless it is me.”“What if your sister comes to my door?” Delfina felt she made a connection with the older woman.“She won’t. She drank more wine than usual at dinner, and I know my sister. She is going straight to bed as a result. If she comes to your door, it means someone is forcing her to do so. Do not open the door but call me directly. There is security assigned to the floor, but our family is in a period of transition and mourning. With two of our elders now gone, there are always some adjustments and dissension in the ranks. If you didn’t notice tonight, I kept a full complement of security around. Because I’m the new Don it means other families are going to try to te
Chapter 28: Ruggero’s ConfessionSettling in her bed with the mug of hot tea in her hands she dialed the number Furio called earlier.“Hello?” his answer on the first ring was brusque.“Ruggero?”“Delfina,” he gave a sigh. “Are you well?”She chuckled, “I’m fine. I ate dinner in a crowded restaurant with plenty of people around.”“Where are you now?”“In a hotel room.”“Alone?”“Yes. Alone.” She sighed. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”“I was concerned you might be forced to do something you didn’t want to.” He paused, “again.”“Nothing of the sort.”“I met with a friend this evening. He does a lot of business in Italy, and I mentioned how my grandfather was connected to the Matrone family. He was surprised I didn’t know. I knew the Matrone name, and I knew to steer clear of them in everything in life including my businesses. It seems like the entire world knew Grandfather was one of them but us. I can’t help but wonder if we were purposefully kept in the dark.”“It’s possible.”“Regard
She opened the door to her hotel for what felt the millionth time and the guard was still standing there blocking her exit.“I have places to be.”He shrugged and motioned for her to return to the room.It was nearly nine in the morning. Furio didn’t respond to a single text message from her, and she was left stewing when she wanted to go home.She let out an impatient scream and slammed the door back in his face. She picked up her phone and sent another obliterating text to the asshole who was keeping her locked up like a prisoner.Her phone rang and it was her mother, and she again declined the call. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with her hysterics right now. After sending a text to Caprice asking her to make her mother piss off, she threw her phone on the bed and moved to the window to look outside.When the buzzing on her phone notified her of an incoming alert she almost jumped on the device and then frowned at the incoming message from Ruggero.My family would like to invite yo
One Year LaterDelfina woke to find fingers searching her body, a hard cock pressed against her ass and warm lips on her shoulder.“This better be my man in my bed otherwise someone is really going to get a smackdown when he gets back from Italy.” She mumbled sleepily.Furio’s warm laugh coated her skin as he pursed his lips against her skin while pushing the spaghetti straps of her short night dress down. “Hi kitten. Miss me?” His lips followed the strap down her bicep over the curve of her belly where her arm rested.“Yes.” She didn’t even bother to lie. “I thought I was dreaming of you, but I think,” she lifted her leg up and backwards over him, “my panties have been removed while I was dreaming and I’m decidedly wet. I wonder how this happened?”“Well,” he nudged her entrance, his cock sliding home in a slow movement as he snaked an arm under her body pulling her flush with him. His hand teased her nipples after pushing down the dress while his other hand gripped her hip in place.
After saying goodbye to her family and avoiding her mother’s whispered requests for her to reconsider remarrying, Delfina was happy to slide into the back of the vehicle waiting for her.Furio slipped in beside her and leaned his head against the headrest. Intertwining his fingers with hers on the leather bench, he closed his eyes and exhaled.“You look exhausted,” she whispered to him.“It has been a long day. I am effectively running two businesses completely now. With Dad gone, many of the decisions he was still weighing in on are now solely on my shoulders. Valente helps of course as my consigliere, but I am now entirely responsible for two separate billion-dollar enterprises, and it seems lately each of them are pulling me in opposite directions.”“Do you regret taking over Ercole’s business?”“Not in the least. Despite him being a massive prick to you, which I admit taints my affection for him significantly, he was my father, and he loved me unconditionally. There wasn’t a day w
Delfina was stunned to see Caprice and Nek both in the ballroom as well as her parents when she exited the back room with Furio. They were standing in elegant clothing with Fiamme, Carma, Valente and a younger version of Carma Delfina knew was Carma’s daughter.“Why are they here?”“We’re making a statement.” He shrugged. “They are now my family. Fuck with them, any of them, and I and the entire Matrone organization will come for you. Your father is quite excited by the way for the new designs of the restaurant.” He whispered in her ear, “somehow the restaurant was insured for two million dollars so he’s getting you and your mother your dream kitchens.”She looked up to him in surprise, her lips curling when she knew damn well the restaurant wasn’t insured so much for fire damage, “our dream kitchen?”“Yes. Your mother is struggling with the notion of you living apart from her. How would you feel to continue to work in the newly refurbished family restaurant but in a house of our own?
They followed at a discrete distance as Ambra was escorted from the ballroom through a back entrance. Delfina was trying not to laugh as the other woman kept shooting wide-eyed glances over her shoulder trying to figure out how Delfina knew Furio.“Should I let Carma know where we’re going?”“Valente is with her. I’m sure in about ten minutes he’ll have her in a coat closet somewhere.”She giggled at his words and her laugh carried to Ambra who looked back even more alarmed.“Do you really think she’s not pretty?” Delfina asked Furio about his earlier comment.“Look at her. One of her eyes is bigger than the other just a fraction and her nose is slightly off center. Plastic surgery can’t fix the placement of her nose, despite her having it straightened when she was a teenager. It’s to the left and each time I look at her face I can’t help but wonder if her mother fell on her stomach when pregnant and it altered her features like a Picasso.”She wrinkled her nose, “that was very in-dep
Delfina stared at the man approaching. Her eyes raking him from head to toe and back again. Decked out in a tuxedo which hugged every ridge and muscle of his body, a body which after the past six days she was incredibly familiar with. His thick black hair was twisted in a bun at the back of his head, and it was shiny and glossy, and she fought the urge to tug it from its restraints and wind it around her fists and shove him to his knees and under her dress. His raised eyebrows told her he was reading her thoughts, and she cleared her throat.Carma was at her side before they were, and she mumbled about Furio arriving too soon and being a buzzkill. She snickered at Carma’s words.“Furio. You made it.”“I’m sorry I am late to the party,” he looked at her as if she were the only one in the room.“You came to steal Delfina from me,” Carma snorted and even stomped her foot. “Don’t think I don’t see through you, big brother.”He bent down and kissed Carma’s cheek and then Delfina’s. “You bo
“Oh no, not this bitch.” Carma murmured in her ear. “I’ve been playing nice, but I can’t keep up my act much longer.”She giggled Carma’s words as she noted security was indeed trying to get her attention to warn her. “It’s okay. I told Furio I wanted her to be allowed to come.”“I know but I really hate her.”“Ditto. I kind of want to tire her up in a chair and set it on fire.” She snickered in a whisper at Carma’s excited clap, “wait for it, wait for it.”“Ruggero, you’re here.” Her eyes met Delfina’s, and her face paled drastically.“Hi Ambra.” She gave a little wiggle of her fingers.“Delfina, what are you doing here?” she cleared her throat nervously. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”“Why wouldn’t I be here?”“I mean,” she fidgeted as Delfina and Carma, both stared her down. “I mean, you wouldn’t normally come to such things, would you? Ruggero said he wasn’t bringing a date. You’re only a pastry chef who works in your parents’ restaurant. This is a touch more extravagant
“Delfina,” he stared at her. “You look amazing.”“Thanks.” She looked around wishing she could escape the discomfort she was feeling. Flicking a gaze to the cameras she wished Furio was still watching. She was feeling decidedly outnumbered as the three siblings gathered round her. Carma was still at the bar, chatting with two very handsome men. The woman was really embracing her newly widowed status, despite Valente’s order she was now his. She finally met the gaze of one of her guards and they immediately moved closer to her.“I tried to call you,” he said cutting into her thoughts.She turned and gave him an annoyed glance, “I’m aware.”“Can we talk?”“Ruggero,” Ernestina looked at him curiously. “What’s going on?”He ignored his sister, “Delfina, please. I know I owe you an apology.”“I needed your help, and you hung up on me.”“I was upset. When you said you were coming here –”“Oh, I’m not even angry at the fact when I called you to ask if you could get me home when I was stuck i
Delfina and Carma entered the gala with their arms hooked through the elbows, giggling over the fact they drank a full bottle of champagne in the limo which dropped them at the end of the red carpet they’d just walked.On the red carpet when a reporter called out Carma’s name and asked her who her companion was, Carma drunkenly held up Delfina’s hand in hers and proclaimed, “my brother’s lover. I’ve stolen her and now she’s mine!”They’d both cackled with glee as the camera flashes went off like mad and then entered the venue hanging off each other.“Furio is going to lose his shit,” Carma snorted at her.“He’s too busy trying to catch up on his work after babysitting my ass all week.”“I still can’t believe he gave you breakfast in bed four days in a row.”“He said your dad used to give your mom breakfast in bed every morning.”“Right up until he got sick. It was how we knew he was really sick,” Carma said her smile fading. “Fifty years of marriage and other than the last three month
Delfina snuggled into the firm chest under her cheek and slowly woke from the best dreams of her life. Long fingers were playing with her hair, trailing it over her shoulder and then lifting it back up.“Good morning,” she whispered as she lifted her head to meet Furio’s eyes.“Good morning.”“What are you thinking about with such a serious expression, so early in the morning?” she could tell from months of early mornings it was close to her normal waking hours. It couldn’t be four-thirty yet, she was certain of it. The bright light from an unlocked phone on the nightstand the only source of light in the room told her she wasn’t the only one wide awake. “Did someone call?”He sighed and tugged her closer, “I have never been so full of regret for not shooting someone in the head as much as I am this morning about not killing Vellucci on Thursday in the dress shop.” He lifted another handful of her hair and watched it flow through his fingers, “my reluctance allowed that bitch to move f