I am greeted with a cold, distant look from Mario, who seems to be sizing me up as usual. However, his attention quickly shifts to Emma, who he greets with a broad, genuine grin."If it isn't the bird that flew free," he says to her, addressing her as "little blondie." Despite his initial coldness towards me, he seemed to have much warmer energy for Emma, which made my mood take an even further nosedive."Mario!" Emma exclaims in surprise, and I couldn't help but groan inwardly. She hugs him tightly, and he willingly accepts the embrace with a look of triumph on his face. "How are you?" she asks, beaming up at him."I'm doing very well, thank you," he replies, avidly watching me. "I'd love to introduce you to someone special. This is Elera, my wife."Emma turns to face the woman he is gesturing towards, and her smile widens even further. It is a beautiful tilt of her lips that lights up her entire face, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that my cousin and his wife were t
EmmaAs we make our way to the wedding, I can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole affair. After all, it's not every day that you get to attend the wedding of a distant cousin of Don Moretta. I've put a lot of effort into my appearance today and feel nervous about it.I'm wearing a beautiful silky silver sequin dress that splits up my right thigh, giving me a touch of glamour and sexiness. On my feet, I have chosen to wear the same colour Louis Vuittons, completing my look perfectly.I've gone a little heavier with my makeup today, using winged liner and contouring to enhance my features and look the part. I tend to struggle with events like these, especially regarding large gatherings. But today, I'm determined to make an impression as the one standing beside Luca. Who is dressed in an impeccable grey tux with that white dress shirt I stole it sleep in.As I look around, I can see that most of the guests have the typical bronze tan and brown hair that I've been surrounded
"And what a prize that good thing is, Emma is an extraordinary young lady. A true testament to the pair of you," Luca's father added with a slight nod, trying to lighten the mood with a sly smile as Lucia patted his arm encouragingly."She's amazing, the best sister I could have ever wished for," Bianca grins with childish innocence, guiding me away from our parents and towards the church as she giggles giddily. I follow her gaze and see a man standing alone, adorned in all black, tattoos peaking above his shirt collar. He has eyes for only my sister, and surprisingly she also has eyes for him."Pissing contest?" She questions as my mouth hangs open whilst we walk past the man in question. My sister's breath catches as he blows her a kiss, and intent on finding out who he is and why he's blowing her kisses in the open, I ready myself for attack."Pretty much? How have you been? What have you been doing?" I ask her. "Who is he?" I add.I hate not being home to protect her, and I hate t
LucaWe've been so busy with attending these good damn events that we've seemingly ceased fire on hating one another and have been getting along rather well—too well, so much so it's unsettling.We're at a dinner with three other Mafia families, each of us heirs, the future dons of our organisations. This is the last event my father threw our way, and it's the most relaxed, bordering on enjoyable.These are the men I'll be handling business within the coming years, and as I sit here watching Emma do her thing, I find myself swooning at her as if we were those loved-up teenagers and not bitter adults.How did she get so good at handling herself around people? And why does the ability to lead the whole room have my balls aching and my cock extremely hard and sensitive to her every move?I must admit, the last week has passed with surprising ease, and now, with our wedding less than forty-eight hours away, I find I'm not unhappy about it.Tonight, when we arrive home, Emma will have the
Emma obviously tires early into the evening, her animated talking turning from fully owning the room to being background murmurs as I watch the three women drink in the club owned by Mitchel.He stands beside me, watching as sharply as I do, but unlike our other friend, he doesn't make to talk about having Emma.I must stand there observing Emma sit at the private table for a long time. There's something about watching her be and the confidence she seems to own now.It's obvious she's all woman, and it might just be the alcohol I've drunk tonight, but she seems to be positively glowing."Whatcha staring at?" Niko's voice takes me off guard as I watch a waiter walk towards the girl's table. I frown whilst glowering as he swaps out the empty cocktails for new ones, and just as I'm about to turn to Niko and answer him, I notice the waiter's shady behaviour as he hunches over one of the glasses.I'm moving before I think about it, striding so quickly and quietly across the room that the w
EmmaI step into the house and immediately feel my face flush with embarrassment as I see my mother and sister deep in conversation with Anna. She is giving them a tour of the compound, pointing out various features and landmarks. I can't help but feel self-conscious as I approach them, my unkempt hair and dishevelled appearance making me feel out of place.Bianca's eyes flicker over to me, taking in my appearance with a glance before turning to Luca with a knowing smirk. I can feel his hand on my waist, a gentle touch contrasting with the forcefulness I've experienced from him in the past few weeks. Surprised to see my sister a day early, I asked her what brought her here today. After all, I had only invited my family over for dinner tomorrow so we could watch movies together as a kind of bridal party. I'm curious to know what has brought her here ahead of schedule. "What are you doing here today?" I ask."That would be my doing. I thought you might like to spend time with your sist
My breasts bounce out of the dress after he pulls the cups down, his hands fisting both as he leans back to admire me with haze-filled eyes.Part of me wants to listen to the embarrassment flitting through my mind, to cover myself up and away from him, but the other part—the part that's currently ruling me, has my hands flying up above me, my chest heaving as I push my breast out for him to marvel at.I watch through hooded eyes to see desire mix with possession through Luca's gaze, and then his hand comes up to hold my wrists exactly where I put them—his hold punishing. Our mouths slide against one another again, yet this time, he controls the kiss, and I'm a slave to his desires.He takes things further than I would have; his need to have me naked has him ripping my dress down the front, a cry of surprise leaving my lips, yet I turn the surprise into his name, drooling the 'a' for as long as I can as he leans down to suck my right nipple in his mouth, his other hand caressing my ot
Luca As Emma and her parents sat across from me at the dining table, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she played the role of a gracious hostess. Even though her every word was a lie, she managed to maintain an air of polite attentiveness throughout the conversation. And even as she fussed over her younger sister Bianca, she exuded a calm and sweet demeanour that reminded me of the Emma I had once known. As I watched her, I couldn't help but wonder whether I was simply longing for the Emma of the past. Had she really changed so much, or was it just my perception of her that had shifted over time? I had missed out on so much of her life; her not being here for me to witness her growth and maturity is a mind fuck. I had always wanted to experience everything with her, yet fate had other plans, and now I'm presented with this regal lying princess with whom I always have a hard-on. Despite my conflicting thoughts, I do my best to focus on work after leaving Emma and Bianca in
It's been four fucking days of Emma sleeping in Niko's room, and I'm about ready to murder that fucker with anything that comes within a breadth of my fingertips.She's kept her distance, giving me only moments like breakfast and dinner to speak with her. It doesn't help that Bianca, too, is staying away, seemingly choosing sides with Niko and perhaps Emma.Her words of disgust haven't slipped my notice, but then again, I did have her kidnapped—she just doesn't know that I did that to prevent my father from killing her to send that much-needed message to her father.Bianca is disrespecting my home and myself, something I'm only putting up with because she's Emma's sister.Anyway, enough of them. I've decided to take things into my own hands. I need to get Emma away from whispered opinions that might be our undoing. And a business deal came up at the last minute.Call it an excuse to get her out of my compound. Or call it a coincidence that my father called for me to leave as soon as p
LucaEmma is nowhere to be found after seeing my father and mother off the property, but I have no doubt where she's hiding, and I disfavour that deeply.For a long moment, I stand before Niko's door, my hand midair as I contemplate knocking and demand she sleep anywhere but his room. A jealous side of me that lives rent-free inside me has surfaced. After all, before my father turned up with his fake apology, we had been communicating more effectively than ever before.I think about where she could stay—even upstairs in one of the other's rooms while they bunk up would be favourable—but something stops me.Sighing, I step back from the door. I have to start making good decisions, and bowling on there right now to demand Emma come to bed with me will be far too pushy and far too soon.Even I know that. I'm treading in murky waters without recollection of safe ground. I'll have to move carefully and consider each decision—contemplate Emma's reactions to ensure I don't make another wro
Emma"We should leave. It would be best if you didn't stay with him," Bianca notes unhappily as Niko finishes replaying my utterly private conversation in a condensed form that suits him.Luca's parents have just left, and though I feel as if Luca and I had a breakthrough that was much needed and is something I honestly want to explore more, I decided to come back to Niko's room to give myself time to recuperate and also keep the distance that perhaps is the right course of action for the pair of us at the moment.Niko is hissing unhappily in his weapons closet, gathering a few articles of clothing that I presume he intends to change into for bed. The evening is upon us, and despite not having eaten dinner yet—even though I can smell it cooking, I'm ready to fall into a mattress to sleep.Apparently, Niko is done with work today, and he's adamant that he should probably find another room to sleep in.Of course, I told him not to be silly. This is his room, not mine, so it should be Bi
Niko opens the office door. He moves stiffly as he swings the door to reveal my father and mother. Neither says a word to me or looks my way. He just opens his palm to offer my parents into my office in cold silence.Emma instantly begins to move from my lap, so I hold her back, enabling her to turn to face them, silently stipulating that she stays put.This irks both Niko and my father, but I pay no mind to their opinions."Mother... father.""Good evening," my mother greets us, walking in with a delicate smile to sit opposite us.Her gaze wavers as she sees the screwed-up gauze and bullet sitting proudly for her to look at. Her gaze searches for my father with contempt, and it's then I realise my father obviously wasn't as forthcoming with his role in my injury as he should have been."Are you okay?" My mother asks me."Just fine; what are you doing here?" I grit out. I can't quite raise my gaze to my father's but glance at him, moving to stand beside my mother."I'm sorry, son. I s
LucaLeaning forward, I catch Emma's neck and hold her still before me. She's apologising, which irks me, so I tell her so with a deep voice of control."You have nothing to apologise for, bambina.""I hit you," she sighs, running her fingertip over the slight swelling around my eye.She did hit me, and rightly so. I was acting manic; I wasn't allowing her space. I refused to let her leave and all that after I wrongly accused her of cheating which I still need to investigate who exactly sent me those damn fucking images.They say pictures tell a thousand words; well, perhaps they conceal a thousand truths.I can completely accept that she felt backed into a corner, and I'm glad she raised her back to me in a way.The fact she can stand up to me is something our relationship obviously needs, but I don't wish to push her so close to the edge to cause her to strike out.I want to be better; I intend to be better. I don't know how, but I will strive to be the man she deserves—if she lets
The mafia business follows mafia protocols. Luca obviously upset his father enough to provoke this reaction from him. Besides, I'm not sure I want to argue with him after he's lost an evidentially large amount of blood.I pour us both a drink, passing one tumbler to him as he assesses me with hooded eyes. I have no clue what he's thinking right now, and for once, I see the pain etched on his handsome face. The liquid burns my throat as I swallow the tumbler full, but after the last few days, I feel that I need something to steady me and look at his arm.I'm not squeamish, not really, but I was right. After ripping his shirt open, I note his shoulder is a bloody mess with flesh sticking out of a close proximity shot from what I can only presume is a pistol. Blood trickles out the hole and down across his skin as I assess him flexing the hole."You need a doctor; it's still inside—," I note as the gold bullet shines back at me and the blood surrounding it dribbles down onto his peck."
EmmaI woke up from a restless night's sleep to face a new day with a fresh perspective. Throughout the night, I had been nestled between Bianca and Niko on his bed whilst cuddling Bianca, but in the morning, I turned to look at Niko.He was still clearly in pain, his abdomen showing worsening signs with mottled purple hues. Despite the doctor's miraculous revelation that nothing was broken, Niko was seriously bruised, and that coincided with his lack of sleep overnight.I spent some time simply observing his breathing, silently contemplating how to best care for him. And though I lay there promising myself not to think about the events of last night, my mind wandered. Had my behaviour triggered Luca's response just as much as his triggered mine in the kitchen?It feels as if we've been conditioned to tiptoe around one another for fear we'll lose one another again, and I know that my father dislikes that I was called home to fulfil his promise. So, are we exasperating the problems r
"Your mother warned me that you seemed off the other night, but I didn't want to admit that perhaps this takeover has put too much on your shoulders too quickly. But this," he bellows, stabbing his pointer finger into his phone. "This is very, very disappointing.""I'm sure it is, father.""I never raised you to be this type of man," he adds with a fist on the desk."We sell women to the highest fucking bidder; we hurt women every day of our lives. Force them to uproot everything they know, to lose their families and dreams and aspirations to sell them to the next man, one that probably has a weird ass kink that the girl has never even heard of yet a few measly marks on my wife's neck is too much for you to handle?" I scoff. "Oh yeah, besides that, you never taught me to lay my hands on a woman.""We sell women to men that are vetted. They are safe, fed, looked after," he shakes his head. "I have a team checking on each girl that passes through our hands at least once every few months
LucaContemplating my life is not a task I like to take part in. But here I sit, five tumblers deep, as I assess every fuck up I've made since Emma came back to me.I love the girl so profoundly that my behaviour stems from fear of losing her for a second time, yet this time, it is me who is making the decisions; it's me who is pushing her away.I can't believe I hurt her as I did in the kitchen. I can't believe I allowed that insidious side my father nurtured to take over and cause her harm.Her, of all fucking people.Why must I keep making these mistakes?Why can't I treat her as I always did when we were younger?Can she even love me after seeing the monster I've indeed become?These are the things I contemplate in my alcohol-induced haze.Emma never resurfaced from Niko's room, and though I could have barged in when the doctor let himself out, I knew it was the wrong thing to do.So instead, I stood in the darkness of the unlit hall, waiting for her to leave the room, hoping that