Chapter Seventy Three

He yelled to his guards heading out to his car,

‘Aeroporto e nonofermarti per niente’ [Airport and don’t stop for anything.]

He commanded and the car peeled away tyres screeching as his driver sped off weaving through the traffic the black car with its blacked-out windows was a regular sight on these roads. The cars moved quickly out of their way and the police turned away not attempting to chase the speeding vehicle, everyone knew who was in that car and they were not stupid enough to try and stop him. He reached the airport half an hour after Juliette, striding through it with a single purpose, people got out of his way quickly dragging their luggage and their children to safety as he moved without seeing them.

Juliette made her way to the boarding gate for her plane her heart was pounding so loudly she could barely breathe, a few more steps and she would be free. As she approached the Stewardess waiting for her ticket she felt the air around her go cold and everything seemed to stop, the people in the boarding line moved away and she froze. She could smell the fear, see it in the faces of the Steardess and even the Police guarding the airport, she wanted to scream, she wanted to run toward the plane that was her escape. A hand appeared and removed the ticket from her tightly clenched fingers  then plucked the bag off her shoulders,

‘Lasciamo che gli altri passeggeri si imbarchino sul loro volo, non vorremmo che il Capitano perdesse il suo slot, sarebbe ingiusto nei confronti di tutti loro. Vieni, non viaggerai con loro.’ [Let the other passengers board their flight we would not want the Captain to miss his slot that would be unfair to all of them. Come, you will not be travelling with them.]

His voice held a thread of steel as his fingers closed around her wrist tighter than any cuff she stiffened as he tugged her against his hard chest possessively he bent his head whispering so only she could hear,

‘Non fare storie, piccola tigre, perché se non fai come ti viene detto, ti metterò sulle mie ginocchia e ti sculaccerò pubblicamente il tuo bel culo nudo.’ [Do not make a fuss little tigress because if you do not do as you are told I will put you across my knee and very publicly spank your naked pretty ass.]

Juliette felt her face flame with embarrassment she knew he would do as he said without a second thought lowering her head she let him lead her away from the airport. Biting her lips so hard she tasted blood but she would be damned before she let him see her cry she kept her head down and dragged her feet not resisting him openly but not making it easy for him either. They did not notice the eyes of the people in the airport watching them hungrily, the women swooning at the gorgeous Mafia Boss, his insanely beautiful face, desirable muscular physique and the possessive way he claimed his female. Every one of them thought it was the most romantic thing they had ever seen when he suddenly stopped walking bent over and threw his equally beautiful woman over his shoulder. In turn, the men found their cocks growing hard at the stunning beauty being claimed by the Mafia Don, her hip-length red/gold hair seemed to come alive under the airport lights like the flames of a wildfire turning from palest gold to crimson red. Her slender figure was accented by the pretty pale green sundress she wore that hinted at the promise of those firm pert little breasts and the perfect peach of her ass.  When he swung her over his shoulder and brought his hand down in a resounding slap that could be heard throughout the airport some of them had to slip into the restroom to relieve the pressure in their pants. It was a display of absolute Alpha male dominant behaviour that the women knew they should have been appalled at but instead, they found they had damp panties and a need to get to their partners as quickly as possible.  

Juliette was not one of those women,                                                                                                     ‘Mettimi giù, fottuto Neanderthal.’ [Put me down you fucking Neanderthal.]  

She screamed at him struggling and kicking her legs trying to get free,  it did not work quite the opposite, his arm tightened around her and his free hand spanked her ass hard,

‘Ti ho avvertito di cosa sarebbe successo, tigre, hai intenzione di fare come ti viene detto o hai bisogno di un po' di incoraggiamento.’ [I warned you what would happen tigress, are you going to do as you are told or do you need a little encouragement.]

She went limp over his shoulder anger burning through her veins but she was not stupid he would take great pleasure in carrying out his threat no matter how humiliating it was for her.

‘Questa è la mia brava ragazza.’ [That’s my good girl.]

He smirked and rubbed his hand over her ass soothing the burning not caring about the glares he received from those watching and enjoying her outraged gasp of shock at his brazen behaviour. When he reached the line of SUVx parked outside he calmly opened the boot of the nearest one and tossed her inside. It was large and roomy but she was not expecting it and cried out in surprise when her ass hit the hard floor, Romero said nothing grabbing her feet he pulled off the sandals she was wearing and then slammed the door shut.  Juliette had no idea what he was plotting and did not have time to think because she had to find a way to brace herself as the SUV spun its wheels and tossed her around. It hurt, every time the driver stopped suddenly slamming on the brakes she was thrown against the sides hard catching her hip, her shoulder, her back and then blissfully her head and the world went black.