Vincenzo walked into the clubhouse house alone. He didn't want to pull attention, he was just going to confront Mr Blake and get to know why he had killed his mother.So, he set into the noisy building while his men stayed back in the cars, waiting for his orders. One of his spies whispered in his ear that Mr Blake was having a meeting with his friends who are also Mafia Lords.His spy directed him to the room where Mr Blake was, "I'll take it from here." He said and the soy nodded his head before leaving.He knocked on the door. The first two times, there came no response from the inside. When he was about to offer the third knock, some one opened the door. He gazed at him from head to toe, "Who are you? How may we help you?" Asked the gentleman at the door."I'm looking for Blake Shelton." Vincenzo simply said."What's your business with him?""My business with him is none of your business. Let me in if he is in there.""Well, I'm sorry, Mr Blake isn't available at the moment. And s
Blake was trying to play smart, but little did he know that Vincenzo had been long prepared for this day to come. Now, all of his men in the room were down. He signaled to his men who were outside the room, but probably in disguise at the clubhouse to come attack Vincenzo.Surprisingly, Vincenzo's men showed up, surrounding the area. Blake waited but saw no one. He got a phone call and one of Vincenzo's men picked it up."Where the fuck are you guys?!" He yelled. "I need you in the damn room this instant!""I'm sorry, Mr Blake, you're men are under our custody now " Said the voice from the other side of the line."Who the fuck are you to answer my call?""The guy who's gonna kill your men." He replied.Blake threw at Vincenzo an angry glare. "Who the fuck are you, asshole?! What do you want from me?"Vincenzo shrugged his shoulders. "Well, let's just say, I'm the random guy who wants to have you dead." He raised an eyebrow. "You messed with the wrong family.""What are you going to do
"Let's Get You in Bed." He said and they started kissing again. Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying them right back to the day in her room when they had their first kiss.He pulled her against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he'd do it. He'd keep her warm, he'd keep her safe, he'd keep her with him, always.Taking her hand, Vincenzo led her to the bed, which looked much more comfortable for the chemistry to be played — a bed, a dresser, the posters on the wall. She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips, sighing, whispering, "You feel so good." Once, she pushed him back, propped herself onto her elbows, and asked, "How long has it been?"Vincenzo knew what she was asking, and it wasn't how long it had been since he'd wanted this moment. He thought back to his l
The days had gone by faster than Vincenzo had hoped but he was happy to be with Freya for every moment of them. She was every thing and more he had imagined finally doing the simple things as a couple their age. He was happy to have a woman that was there to ease the harder parts of his life. And after these several days she was the most definitely no girl he had always placed her as. No she was a woman with each curve of her body that demanded attention to each ludicrous swell and slope of her form. The days were filled with many adventures but the nights were full of passion. Her shyness of innocence was driving him crazy to want to bring out those naughty thoughts he knew she had. He would catch her just staring off with a faint blush as she bit her bottom lip hardening at just the idea of what the pretty little mind of hers was thinking. But as always she was silent on telling what was being imagined in her mind. One of these days he was going to get it out of her but for now
The little action had him drive harder into her as she bit her bottom lip, shooting his hand up to grasp her breast, pinching the pink nipple as her head fell back on a moan. Her hands grasped his thighs as she grounded into him, feeling her walls tighten around him, sleek with how wet she was. Damn it! He cursed inwardly. It was an erotic sight to feel himself burn with a need of release as her moans became more demanding, feeling her close. His hand from her hip glided up her spin as he leant forward, taking the teasing nipple into his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around. Her core tightened around him harder as he groaned. Thrusting deeper as she came down on top of him. Seeding himself fully to the hilt as she came. She screamed his name, fastening around his member. Milking his own release, he grasped the back of her neck, holding her down and rubbing against her clit, drawing out their orgasm as she pulse around him. Slowly, her muscles became relaxed, her head rolling forw
Vincenzo's car glided smoothly through the busy city streets, the rhythmic hum of the engine accompanying the soft music playing on the radio. The midday sun cast warm rays on his face as he drove towards Central Park, he was going to spend hours of his time with Freya there.When they finally reached the park, Vincenzo parked the car in a shaded spot, and they strolled hand in hand towards a secluded corner where a bench awaited them. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant laughter of children filled the air as they settled down, sitting close to each other. Vincenzo wrapped his arm around Freya's shoulders, and they shared an affectionate smile. As they talked, their voices carried with the gentle breeze, a sweet symphony of happiness. Freya leaned her head on Vincenzo's shoulder, and he caressed her hair tenderly. They seemed lost in their own world, oblivious to every thing around them.Unbeknownst to them, Kelly had also come to the park that day, to spend her time alone a
"I won't be home on time, babe, so don't miss me so much." Vincenzo said softly as he placed a kiss on Freya's forehead."Is every thing alright?" She asked, concerned."Yes, every thing is fine.""I don't trust you, Enzo. You said this to me the last time you stayed out late and then you called to break an ugly news to me. Tell me the same shit isn't happening today.""It's not. I promise.""Okay, then. Take care of yourself.""You too." He kissed her lips. "Don't miss me so much.""We both know I will. Well, I'll try not to though." She said with a shrug. "Now get going or you will be late for work." She urged him to leave.After what seemed like hours with Freya sitting her ass on the bed, in the same position, Freya was feeling bored and uncomfortable and wanted to go out, probably some where fancy.She called the landmark, expecting Myra to have picked the call but some one else did. "Send Myra to my room immediately." She ordered."Yes, ma'am."She drops her phone on the bed, wa
Freya selected a few things she needed. Seeing as Myra walked behind her made her feel uncomfortable so she asked her to pick a few clothes and shoes too. Myra being considerate and not a lover of money, took just a gown, a shirt and a skirt with a white canvas.Freya admired the clothes she picked, giving her a nod. "They look pretty on you.""Thanks." She blushed."Let's go buy some thing to eat, I'm starving." Freya said, holding her stomach."We can't hold this in our hands while eating, why don't you order for lunch while I take the stuff to the car." Myra suggested."No, Myra, they are too much for only you to carry. Let's take it to the car together." Myra agreed and they both took the items to the car.They headed for the eatery section, on the table was the menu which Freya quickly scrolled through. The foods in the menu were quite expensive, she needed to manage her money for the future and whenever things turned out to be tough on their part.She picked the less cheaper one
Freya had been up since 3 am, tiredness heavy in her eyes as she attempted to soothe her crying twins. No matter what she tried, it seemed impossible to lure them back to sleep. She had already breastfed them, changed their diapers, and rocked them for what felt like hours. Yet, the unfading cries continued. It had been nearly a week of sleepless nights, and her patience was wearing thin. She was bothered their cries would wake the neighbors, or cause the maids and servants from sleeping.The clock on the wall taunted her as the minutes dragged on. The twins, Vicente and Olsen, were only a few months old, and Freya's motherly instincts were struggling to keep up with their demands. She whispered soothing words to them, tears of tiredness welling up in her eyes. She was sleep-deprived and emotionally drained, and it felt like there was no end in sight.Thankfully, Vincenzo had always been a rock of support through these trying times. He woke up with her every night, offering a shoul
"Vincenzo?" "Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo's back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home. "Can't sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya's face shows pain. "I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it....bmammm...” Freya is holding a grunt. Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it's not normal. Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he's getting ready to jump on any situation. "Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair. Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair. They rushed him to the hospital. —"Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’ A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in
Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle. It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day. A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride! She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses. They were all there smiling… Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid. “Congratulations.” She mouthed.“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearin
"Congratulations, Miss Bred, you're two weeks pregnant."The words kept resounding in her head. Happiness filled her inside, she couldn't wait until Vincenzo returned. She had wanted to phone him to tell him the good news, but then she wanted it to be an official announcement.When she returned home, she asked for Myra who was pretty busy in the laundry room. However, she sent a maid to call her."Tell her to meet me in my room." I said,Just as she walked into her room, changing her clothes, Myra offered a knock on the door."Please, come in." She permitted.Myra entered. "You sent for me." She said, "Yes, please. I have something interesting to show you. You'll love it, trust me."Myra was already curious to know what this interesting thing would be. "Okay. I'm waiting."Freya took her bag from where she had kept it, she opened it and brought out the white folded paper, handing it to Myra who at first, gave her a curious look."I hope I am safe?""Of course, you are." Freya smiled.
Freya had woken up earlier than usual. She was ready for the day's training. She looked at Vincenzo who was still asleep on the bed, his back facing her.For the first time, she took her time to admire the Lion tattoo on his back, they were fucking beautiful.After a long while of admiration, she went to the bathroom for a shower. Before she was out, Vincenzo was up. He looked at her, his eyes halfway open from sleep."Where are you going?" He asked, yawning."Do I have to remind you where I am going?" She asked back as she pulled her trouser up to her waist."Oh." His eyes closed. "I'll talk to the driver to take you to the warehouse then.""You seem tired, how was work yesterday?" She asked, her hands hung on her waist."Just the usual. I'll be fine." He assured her.She was done dressing, now ready to go. "I'll give you a call when I reach the warehouse." He nodded his head. "Just take your time and relax, you can skip work today.""I have an important meeting with a colleague, I c
"I might not make it here on time, so I'll talk to Stephen to take you home after the training. But just in case I make it on time, I'll pick you up myself.""Okay. Just take your time and do whatever you want to do. I'll be fine.""You be a good girl, okay? Pay attention, I know it's gonna seem a bit difficult but trust me, you'll live it when you learn it.""I know. Thanks for accepting me as a part of your group, I will make you proud. I promise." She promised."Take care of yourself.""You too." They shared a kiss before she left, waving goodbye at him. He did the same before zooming off for work.When Freya arrived at the business warehouse, her heart pounded in excitement. It feels more like a dream come true, a moment she's been waiting for a long time ago. She knew that this training session would be different, more intense and probably be the best she'd ever had. Since Vincenzo has promised to introduce her to the world of firearms, a skill she knew she needed to master to s
They drove to the warehouse, and Freya couldn't wait any longer to see what the Mafia warehouse looked like.She walked beside Vincenzo as they walked into the warehouse and he was holding her hands like he was scared she'd lost. The guards which guarded the entrance bowed their heads as they walked passed.When they got in, Freya's eyes glared around as she admired the inside with the numerous people in it. Some were busy counting monies, some were carrying wrapped goods in both sacks and cartons."What's in that thing they are carrying?" Curious, she asked, eager to know.He smiled, and he was taking time to reply. "What do you think?" He asked back."I don't know." She shrugged. "That's why I'm asking.""That's cocaine." He finally said. "We sell them for more income.""That's where the dollars come from?" She asked, referring to those men that were counting money. "Yeah. That's why I told you, there are lots of dirty things in this game, I don't wanna stain your innocence.""Who
"So, are you gonna tell me what you discussed with your dad?" Freya asked, her head resting on Vincenzo's chest."Well," he started, rubbing her hair gently, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "It didn't go well, I'd say. But at least, it doesn't matter."Freya pulled away to look at his face, her eyebrow raised as she stared at him. With a questioning look on her face, Vincenzo knew she did want an answer to her question."Okay, fine. I'll tell you." He agreed and she leaned her head back on his chest, waiting to hear what he's got to say. "He didn't want us to get married, he feels you don't deserve to join the Ferdinando family."Freya felt a feeling of rejection as he said that. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes, but she held it back from falling. "Freya?" He called, he wanted to be sure she was listening. "Are you listening?""Yeah. Sure, I am. I heard what you said." She did her best not to sound sour even though that's what she feels at the moment."Are you alright?"
"Vincenzo..." She was about to speak when he places his first finger on her lips.“Shhhh.” he whipped off his shirt, leaving just his singlet on, then walked to Freya. Reaching out, he put his other hand on Freya's knee. He leaned in, kissing her on the face, mouth, and neck, slowly making his way down her already trembling body. His hand climbed up the side of Freya's leg, until his fingers rested at the top of her panties. Then they slowly started fumbling down her thighs. Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya's heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo's hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus's lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her. If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she'd want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her. She knew the question being asked. Was she ready? Did he want Vincenzo to