Chapter Forty Two

Juliette lost her temper she had been having so much fun in Chicago that it had been easy to forget she was a Mafia woman now these idiots had ruined it. When he moved his hand to stroke her ass she dipped forward and tugged taken by surprise the man sailed over her shoulder landing with a loud,

‘Humpf’

As the wind was knocked out of him, Carlotta did not wait to see what he would do next grabbing her hand they raced for her car and fell into the back as her driver sped away from the venue. When they reached the safety of her friend's home guards were posted and the house was locked down to keep the Mafia men out. Carlotta told her that the Mafia Leaders had decided she was a liability running around as a single woman when her husband had died. They expected her to remain quiet and stay in her villa ‘grieving him for the rest of her life, they had sent a message to the Chicago Mafia that she was to be taken into custody and returned home at the first opportunity. She had been sent home from the party to pack and she grinned at Juliette,                                                                                                                                          ‘Oh we will be packing but only because we are moving to New York we have a lot of shipping still to do.’                             

The next morning they left her friends after breakfast and headed for the city that never sleeps Carlotta took her shopping in New York and she soon found herself being fawned over by all the latest designers. Juliette was so beautiful and a real challenge for them to dress because of her wild stunning red/gold hair that seemed to change from palest gold to deepest crimson depending on the light. They fought over who would dress her the best and she was stripped and redressed so many times she lost count, the clothes they produced were amazing. She had dresses, skirts, tops, suits and a stunning leather jacket, all given to her at cost because of who she was, they tried to tell the designers they were happy to pay the full cost but it was waved off.                                                                                                                                            ‘No, no, please, allow us, Don Romero has seen to it, he says you are to enjoy the clothes and bring back a little something to wear just for him.’ She frowned but not for long, as she was leaving she was handed a beautiful box and back in her room she discovered exactly what he was expecting when she returned.  The underwear was all handmade and incredibly beautiful, it was also very sexy and left little to the imagination, peephole bras, crotchless panties, stunning bodies made of the sheerest handmade lace. There were stunning basques that tugged in her waist and thrust up her breasts, flimsy negligees made of the finest silk, all of it handmade to fit only her. She stared at it all her cheeks flushed scarlet at the thought of wearing it for him, one half of her was excited by the idea the other half told her it was his way of telling her he still controlled her. It did nothing to quell the longing deep in her core for his touch and his kisses, quickly she resealed the box and placed it with the others, he would see it long before she returned to Sicily. Carlotta could see Juliette was disturbed by all the attention she received and they both hated the fact that even here, in the ‘Land of the Free’ the Mafia had its tentacles reaching to suffocate them.

By the time they left for England, they had been in the States for three months and she had more suitcases than she could carry so Carlotta sent them to her home in Sicily. Juliette was not a clothes horse, unlike some girls her age she was happiest in her jeans without make-up, she was a proper tomboy, insisting the guards train her so she remained alert and up-to-date with all the latest security ideas. Carlotta smiled indulgently when she watched her training, the guards adored the beautiful English girl and protected her fiercely. They would be no match for Romero and his men though somehow she was going to have to persuade her own ‘family’ to accept she was the rightful heir to her monster of a father's empire and that was not going to be easy.                                                                                                                           When they arrived at Heathrow Airport and Juliette spotted her ‘Aunt’ waiting patiently she could not contain her joy, she had been away from her for almost a year and without thinking of what she was doing she ran straight through the Customs area and flung herself into the older woman's arms crying quietly. It took all of Carlotta’s amazing powers of persuasion to stop the police arresting the young girl for not going through Customs properly, they thought she was a terrorist. As they told Carlotta, the Insurgents were using pretty girls to their bidding these days as no one would suspect them. They were recruited by handsome young members of terrorist organisations, promised marriage and an exciting life if they just did this one thing for their boyfriends. The girls, starry-eyed with love and excitement for these young men did whatever was asked of them. It was a different story if they refused, they were beaten and raped until they broke, the Armed Police Officer explained this was why they had to be vigilant.  Juliette apologised to them prettily, her eyes cast down and wringing her hands she promised never to do it again and just like every man she ever met they were bowled over by her beauty. She looked up at them with her huge green and gold eyes and let them shimmer with unshed tears. So they let her off with just a warning and she gave them her dazzling smile,

‘Thank you so much. I am so sorry for being such a nuisance. I promise you I have learned my lesson.’

They let her go watching hungrily as she swayed her hips sexily her short flip skirt adding emphasis giving tantalising glimpses of the tops of her stockings as followed her ‘Aunt’ out to her limousine.

‘You are shameless’