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71. Vunerability
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The Don's Runaway Bride 72. Roberto Kostas
The night was so beautiful. We slept off in the poolside room. I woke up sometime before midnight and carried my wife to our room; snuggling so close, my nose in her curls, I dozed off again.When Aria woke up in the morning, she met me in the bathroom, preparing our bath. "Good morning Mr. Eppolito." She murmured, striking a pose across the doorway."Good morning, Mrs. Eppolito." I replied, closing the distance between us and giving her a kiss.She let out a muffled laugh and walked over to the sink to brush her teeth.Our morning was the best thing ever. When I ran the washcloth over her body. I felt the joy in my heart. This is real. This is happening. This is all I could ever dream of; me, here, kneeling and bathing my Angel. After bathing her thoroughly, I stroked the washcloth between her legs, and her moan was a sweet symphony, "I want to lick your pussy, Amore-" "Yes, please," she was begging before I could finish speaking. "I love it when you lick me." I carried her out
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The warehouse was placed far from the city because we needed privacy. Most of our warehouses are built and located this way. When I stepped inside, Roberto Kostas' body was dripping blood from the arm, shoulder, back, and thigh. I knew it, there is nothing peaceful and harmless when it comes to Edoardo. Roberto's protruding stomach lay in front as his chained hands and legs held his body in place. "The fuck is this, Ardo?" I asked, walking up to him.He was seated, cross-legged, facing my father-in-law, a plier in hand. The fucker wanted to get started with the man's fingers. Fucking monster."Just peaceful, harmless questioning," Ardo replied, face focused on his prey."There's nothing peaceful about all that blood." I pointed out and he shrugged.I sighed and walked over to Roberto. I tapped his face to get his attention and his body jumped, terrified. Then he looked up and smiled once he saw me."Pietro my son." He called, weakly."Don't call me that, Roberto," I told him. "I'm
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Pietro didn't return in three hours nor five or even seven hours. At least, that was how long it took before I finally fell asleep. But that was after one of the guards informed me via the intercom that he would be back late.I’m not sure how much time passed, but when I woke, it was still dark outside, and I was still in bed alone. Pietro, still missing. Grabbing my robe and wrapping it around my body, I left for the sitting room.Almost at the foot of the stairs, I spotted his broad shoulders at the mini bar counter. He was seated on one of the chairs with his back to me. I watched as he lifted a glass to his lips and took a big gulp. The clink of ice made me nervous. This was the first time I’d seen him with alcohol, and the way he was quickly downing it sent alarm bells all through me. Is he going through a hard time?Stepping down the stairs, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you okay?" I couldn't think of what else to do to provide him comfort.He squeez
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"I can’t take this, baby. Please don’t hate me. I swear we can work through this. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me a chance. The last one." Pietro pleaded.His wet cheek pressed against mine. "I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’m begging you now. Please don’t do this to me. You're going to leave me empty and completely broken if you go." I made my voice as hard as steel when I said, "You can't blame me for this; I didn’t do this; you did." I pushed away from him again, and this time he didn't stop me. With his shoulders slumped and the haunted look in his eyes, I could tell the fight had left him. He slumped to his knees looking distraught. Next, he bowed his head and held my legs gently. Then, he started kissing my toes while pleading for my forgiveness, his tears pouring down my feet.My heart swelled with emotions. I was hurting as much as he was. "You broke my heart, Pietro," I told him, feeling my heart breaking all over again when he r
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"You don’t look fine." The stranger said. "Do you need help? Are you in trouble?" I shook my head. "Do you live around here then? Would you like me to help you get home or call someone to come get you?""I'm sorry, I didn't get your name please?" I asked, gradually stretching my hand to my cell phone. Finding it, I slipped it into my pants' side pocket. "Oh," he sighed like he must have forgotten to introduce himself and it wasn't intentional. 'bloody pretender.' "Ronald Jote from the Oakville police." He said and flashed a badge, pulling it away too quickly. Then he cleared his throat. "So, how can I be of help to you, miss?" I finally heard the faint trace of his accent. He can't possibly be from around. But then I don't even know where I am. Where exactly is Oakville? Maybe this is how their accents sound in this part of the town. When he adjusted his arm again, the tattoo poked out, and alarm bells started ringing in my head. I'd finally recalled where I saw the tattoo. It w
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ARIA'S POV . "Pietro!" The scream erupted from deep inside my chest while I cupped Pietro's beautiful, bloody face and asked him to come back to me, but his eyes remained shut, and his body was limp and unresponsive. Looking up at Edoardo, I noticed he was speaking into his phone while keeping a hand pressed firmly against Pietro's gunshot site. His eyes darted to mine before he said, "fuckin hurry up, please. It doesn’t look good." I didn't need a seer to tell me that Edoardo wasn't used to begging. It was evident, all over him. He hung up and put both hands on the wound site that never stopped bleeding. "He'll be fine, Aria. We'll take him to a specialist. He'll be fine." Edoardo kept reassuring me. I looked around us and then asked, the question bothering me, "How do we get him out of here?" "Help is almost here." He replied, making me feel a little bit better. If help manages to get here in time, then maybe he could survive. Maybe my Pietro would be alive. The t
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The Don's Runaway Bride 121. Happy Married Life
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The Don's Runaway Bride 120. Honeymoon Suite
My legs were starting to ache from dancing, Edoardo looked at me and shook his head. "Let’s go," he said, pointing me to the garage."Where?" I asked. "Everyone is still here," I said, spotting Pietro in a friendly chat with Lax and a couple of other men. Papa was still dancing and eating cake. Freda and Dorcas were telling a group of women some interesting story that got them hooked."It's our night baby," Edoardo said, turning me around to face the direction of the garage. "I want to go someplace calm and sink myself inside you all night."My mouth opened slightly, and he jerked his head toward the garage. My ass was too sore to contemplate disobeying him again tonight. After driving through steep roads, hills, and endless curves, we arrived at a calm, gigantic home, completely isolated from the streets. There were security manning the gate and the house itself."Is this yours?" I asked as we drove in."No, it belongs to Pietro and Aria." He replied.He parked the car and I tried
The Don's Runaway Bride 119. More than I could ever put in words
Immediately I felt his hard cock on the small of my back; I knew both of us had lost the battle.I lost the strength to fight him and he lost the determination to punish me. I felt the exact moment he lost his control; his breath got ragged, and he sighed regrettably."Fucking stop running away, please." He said giving up. "If anything happens to you, I won't survive it." He added.And the tears stung my eyes. Edoardo's love for me has always defied superficial understanding. Our relationship had been the best thing ever. We loved each other recklessly. Until I left him because of my terrible father.His dick continued pressing into my naked ass. Then I heard a zipper and the feel of his hot cock between my legs. He shoved my thighs apart roughly, his hands a sharp slap on my legs to make me move them faster. "Open," he growled. I gasped at the feeling as he shoved his dick through my legs and into my pussy. His cock pushed, ripped, tore through, and filled me. I couldn’t lie anymo
The Don's Runaway Bride 118. An Extreme punishment
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The Don's Runaway Bride 117. One last time
It was the morning of our wedding. The house was already packed. The servant quarters were buzzing with activity, and Papa was the first to get dressed. I had climbed down the stairs to see what the whole noise and cheers were all about. Only to find out that they were cheering Papa. I backed away to the stairs and turned right into Edoardo's broad chest. "It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Hollered Aunt Dorcas from the room, but Edoardo only laughed. "It will only be bad luck for anyone who tries to keep me from her after today." He said. And his eyes were so bright when he looked at me, devouring me, that my breath caught in my throat and I didn’t think I could run away from him again, whether he consumed me or not. I left for my room and he stepped aside, giving me a sweet smile. The next few hours went on, with Freda getting me ready and wearing a very cute dress as my substitute Matron of Honor or whatever they call that now. The preacher was more happy
The Don's Runaway Bride 116. All of you
Aunt Dorcas was seated on the couch smoking when I got downstairs. "Dorcas, could you take that smoke outside?" Papa called, wrinkling his nose up. "I’m not disturbing anybody," Dorcas replied."Look how much smoke you're puffing into your lungs. You'll graduate to an exhaust pipe by the time you get to eighty." Papa murmured.Freda walked in on the unfolding drama and cast an agonized look at me. I didn’t say anything because I didn't want to get in the middle of whatever Papa and his sister-in-law were doing."You know Pietro and Edoardo aren't scared of you," Freda said, "They'll just pick you up and put you on the roof while you smoke."Dorcas sighed, "Those boys have always been assholes." But she stubbed her cigarette out as her sharp ears heard a voice that resembled that of Pietro.It was only two more days until our wedding. My heart was leaping, but I didn't want to show it. The entrance door came open, and Pietro Edoardo stepped in. I felt Edoardo standing across the ro
The Don's Runaway Bride 115. Closure on the Eppolitos
Edoardo had been gone all day and I realized I was unconsciously listening for the sound of his car, signaling his return. Freda and I were sitting around the table after dinner, playing the Ludo game. "That's a lovely nail polish." I pointed to Freda's nails."Gel polish?" I asked."Yeah." She nodded. "I can help you put on some before the event." She suggested. "I have a couple of bottles with promising shades."I thought about it, then nodded. "I think I'd like that.""You know, when my husband was alive, he hated it when I spent too much money on these things. Is that the same with Edoardo?" She asked."You married his...""Uncle," Freda told me. "But he's gone now."I didn't know what to answer. I rarely bought any stuff. Edoardo got all my outfits. He even got my jewelry and lingerie. When we were dating, it was the same, he'd get anything he thinks is going to look good on me.But that was after taking his time to study my style. That way, there was nothing he got I didn't lov
