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TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Chapter 087
Matteo's PovI sit patiently behind my desk, waiting for when my wife will decide to make the wise decision of beckoning my call.An hour sweeps by quicker than I expect, and when I am in the middle of putting away the documents I am working on, my office’s door creaks open and Mirabella peeks her head through.A smile attempts to stretch at my lips when her eyes meet mine, but I bite down the inside of my cheek to hold it down.I get off my seat and round my desk, settling my ass on the edge of the center. “Come here,” I flick two fingers at my wife, my tone commanding.She gives her eyes a roll. “You don’t get to make demands, Matteo.”A humorless chuckle escapes from underneath my breath. “If I have to ask again, dear wife, you wouldn’t appreciate how quickly this escalates.”Mirabella is skeptical at first, but soon after, slow steps start moving her towards me. She heaves a breath and stops walking when she’s at a close proximity with me.“Closer,” I whisper.She takes two short,
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Matteo's Pov“Now, your punishment.” As I say the words on a predatory tone, I slip the cuffs out of my pocket and secure it around my wife’s wrists.She gasps a sharp breath, her brows pulling into a deep furrow.“Matteo, what are you doing?” She asks, her tone bewildered. “Why am I being punished?”I quirk a snarky smile, “you’ll know soon, wife.”Mirabella looks up at me, fear dancing in her orbs. Good, she should be afraid.I grab her arm, pulling her into the room attached to my office. The one no one else is allowed to enter. I slam the door shut behind us, the sound echoing off the walls."You were never so bratty, Mirabella darling. You were always so obedient, always bowed your head to my every command, and now. . .what changed?" I demand, my eyes blazing with anger.Mirabella swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Matteo.""Don't play dumb, baby," I smile a corny smile, my fingers tucking away strands of her hair.Her eyes
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Matteo's PovAs I hold her into me, soothing her into calmness, my wife seems to relax further with every passing second.“Did I go too far, baby?” I ask, my mouth resting on the space behind her ear.“No, no, not at all, Matteo.” She exhales a staggered breath as she turns around to face me, her eyes holding mine. “I’m perfect.”“Purple looks good on your skin,” I say on a whisper, leaning down to fuse my lips with hers. She gasps into my mouth and I expel a sigh of relaxation, my hands moving down to massage her ass.I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a small bite. The act draws a moan from Mirabella’s throat; a moan that sends excitement coursing through my bones.Slowly, I begin leaning down, dragging my tongue in slow glides along her neckline. My wife’s hands come to rest on my shoulders fisting my shirt in a tight grip, her chest heaving with quickened breaths.I run my tongue over her cold, tightly perked nipple before closing my lips around the bud. She throws
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Matteo's PovI wake up early with a feeling of an unexplainable joy, and when I feel my wife’s warm body molded into mine, her face looking relaxed and at peace as she clings onto me in her sleep, that unexplainable feeling of joy expands more at my heart. I gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, and she stirs, smiling.That beautiful smile."Good morning," she whispers, her voice husky."Buongiorno, bella," I reply, my voice low and husky. I lean in, kissing her softly. She tastes like sleep and sweetness. And like me.I linger on her lips, feeling my heart swell with love. I glance at her belly, rounding out her nightgown. Our little one is growing, and I can't wait to meet them.“How are you feeling this morning, Tesoro mio?” I ask as I bury my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling a deep breath, my arms tightening around her.She hums lovingly, the palm of her hand coming to rest on top of the back of my palm. “I feel so good, Matteo. A little tired, a little sore, but
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Matteo's PovWe spend a few more hours at the hospital, breezing in and out of one observation room to another. And in all the hours we spend at the hospital, all my wife does is talk my ears off about how upset she is with me for not disclosing the details of the surprise I have for her.I love the woman, but she can be infuriating and wearisome when she wants to be.After the checkup, I dismiss my men to head back to the estate, seeing how I’d like to enjoy a more private time with my wife without those brooding men hovering over us like some spy birds.I open the passenger’s side for her to get in, bowing my head like her very own private chauffeur. That’s exactly what I am, putting in consideration how many rides I’ve taken her on.Get your mind out of the gutters, Matteo Denaro.When I get into the driver’s side, my mouth part for words, but Mirabella put her hand up, stopping me from speaking even before I get the chance. “If whatever you intend to say has nothing to do with you
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Matteo's PovA few days later.Blood has always been a constant factor in my life. From the earliest years of my life that I can remember, up until now, it has never been unknown to me.Shedding and spilling blood whenever I see fit has become a part of me, and I've learned to welcome it with open arms.And I don’t just welcome it unwillingly, I am so willing to do whatever it takes to spill as much blood as I can. It’s an act which I enjoy so much so I don’t feel at ease when I haven’t indulged.My hands are bloody, my eyes tightly narrowed, bottom lip caught between my teeth as I stare at my wife’s father in contemplation.The old man is on the floor, several parts of his body bleeding out, his throat eliciting pained and sorrowful whimpers, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head—an indication that he’s slowly drifting into the depths of darkness. Death.“Fuck,” I whisper frustratedly, my gaze shifting from the old man to Alessio who also has a regretful expression etched on hi
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Mirabella's PovMonths later.I'm huddled in the kitchen with my husband, whispering and giggling like conspirators. We're planning a surprise party for our twins, Mariano and Mariana.A party to celebrate their sixth birthday.It’s been months since my children turned six, but I was skeptical about throwing a party for them for several reasons.First, my son doesn’t exactly like being surrounded by lots of people. He in-fact only enjoys the company of his sister and I do not wish to trigger him by forcing him out of his natural habitat.Secondly, our worst enemy, my father, was roaming free and devising several means to harm my family. I didn’t want to have us all in one place where he could easily hurt us.Now, he’s dead; hence, we’re throwing an intimate party for the kids."Okay, so we've got the cake, the decorations, and the games," I say, ticking off each item on my list. "What about the guest list?"Matteo replies, "Just family and close friends. We want to keep it intimate."
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Matteo's PovI sit beside my son, holding him close as he trembles in my arms. The party chaos fades into the distance, leaving only the two of us in this quiet room.Minutes tick by, and I search for the right words to say. But what can I say to ease his pain? To make him feel safe again?I look down at him, his eyes still closed, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. My heart swells with love and compassion."Mariano, mio figlio," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "My son, I'm here for you. I'm always here for you."He doesn’t speak. The silence stretches out, but I don't fill it. I let him know that I'm present, that I'm not going anywhere.Slowly, his trembling subsides, and he opens his eyes. They're red-rimmed, but they lock onto mine, searching for reassurance."I'm sorry, Papa," he whispers, his voice cracking.I pull him closer, my heart breaking. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Mariano. You're perfect just the way you are.""Papa. . .but I don't know what
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Mariana’s PovWe’ve had quite the journey, moving from flying, to riding in the back of a truck, and now, we’re boarding a boat.I have no complaints.This somewhat reminds me of my days of active duty, the days when I was going on dangerous missions. The feeling is exhilarating.“You can’t keep ignoring me, my lady,” Alejandro’s whiny voice resounds beside me. And it warms my heart. Still, I sidestep him and make my way into the boat.I sit in the plush leather seat, feeling the warmth of the sun-kissed leather envelop me. The boat's engines roar to life, and we set out, gliding across the turquoise waters, leaving the world behind.I inhale and exhale a breath, calming my heart.My hair whips back, the strands dancing in the ocean breeze. I laugh, feeling carefree, alive. The wind carries the sweet scent of saltwater and the faint hint of Alejandro's cologne. I throw my head back and breathe a relieved sigh. The blue of the ocean catches my eyes. The shininess of it, the glow cast
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Alejandro’s PovResistance. That’s all I see in her eyes. She’s fighting her pleasure—a war between her flesh and her mind. And I’ll tell you for sure that the flesh will always win.My face buries deeper, my tongue swirling around her bud. Her skin tightens, but she holds back her voice.“Let go, baby. . .Let go. . .” I urge, my tongue pushing into her entrance, curling. She doesn’t budge. I push a finger into her, and another, and another, and another. I curl all three fingers and she lets out a cry.“There you go,” I praise, “there you fucking go. . .”And then I’m fucking her recklessly with my fingers and my tongue. She cries harder, her body jerking. Her sweet, melodious voice draws a moan out of me. And suddenly, it’s no longer a fight of pleasure.She’s full on fighting me.I see how much my words affect her, but I know it’s not just about the words. It’s the confirmation. She always has been curious to know if I hold a grudge against her over what transpired between our pare
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Mariana's Pov“It was you who put him in that state after all. How did you do it, Maria, huh? Was it the cookies you couldn't stop serving him? Or your special teas? How the fuck did you, right under our noses, succeed in reducing Don Vladimr Zakone Vaslav to a vegetable?”My brows twitch and a muscle feathers in my jaw. I throw my back against the backrest and heave out a sigh, my eyes locking with his.“I’m still waiting, Mariana,” Alejandro presses. He tries to sound serious, but I notice the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth and the look of awe in his eyes.He’s not angry.Good.Perhaps he is but is exceptionally good at concealing it: the logical part of my mind warns.My brows twitch. “Mind your business, Alejandro,” I mutter, my tone bored.His chuckle rumbles. “Your business is my business, amore mio,” he replies, “especially when my name was mentioned. “And that mad son of yours, his punishment will be doubled for ever putting hands on Alejandro. . .” I didn’t think a
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Mariana's Pov“My love should be enough for the both of us, Mariana.”His words shake me to the core. And what shakes me more is the emotion swirling in those orbs of his. Why won’t he get angry at me?Why won’t he scream at me? Do something that shows me how much I drive him to the point of anger?“You’re a fool,” I mutter, a hand raking through my hair. “Come get my bags, soldier!” I command. A smile coats his lips as he approaches. He picks up my bags as though they weigh nothing and then he turns around, intending to exit the room.The door creaks open and Radimr walks in, his eyes on me, tender. He flashes me a smile and I mirror his smile.Huffing out an angry breath, Alejandro storms out of the room. But he doesn’t leave—he stands by the door, his eyes peeking through the small space.He watches as his brother’s arms envelope me in a hug, he watches how I reciprocate that hug with so much enthusiasm. His eyes cloud over with rage. And then Radimr’s mouth crashes on mine, rava
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Mariana's PovI puff out a breath and squeeze the last of my clothes into the small travel bag I intend to go on my travels with.A little backtracking here: earlier today while Alejandro, my husband, and myself sat in my office deciding how to track down the soldier who dared to steal from the family and run off, Alejandro had volunteered to track him through the countries the fucker has been in and out of in the last few days.And at that moment, my stupid little heart thought it was an opportunity. An opportunity to experience those seven days Alejandro promised me without dealing with my husband’s suspecting eyes.What did I do? I made a declaration that I regretted right when the words left my mouth.“I’ll go with you,” I blurted, surprising both brothers.“What?” My husband had asked, eyes wide.“You know how good I am with words, baby,” I responded as I slid my hand into his. “Sending Alejandro alone for something like this might turn out to be a mistake. He lacks in communicat
