Chapter Five

‘Where are you, baby girl?’                                                                                                                         Carlos sounded so happy she felt a large lump in her throat this was going to ruin everything,                       ‘I’m coming.’                                                                                                                                                  She hurried down the stairs shoving the test into a drawer under the vanity mirror and ran into Carlos’ arms he hugged her tightly,                                                                                                                                   ‘Did you miss me, baby girl?                                                                                                                        Chuckling softly he kissed the top of her head gently,                                                                                      ‘I miss you every minute I am not with you.’                                                                                                  She lifted her head to meet his kiss wrapping herself around him he deepened the kiss lifting her and carrying her to their bed his kisses becoming more passionate and demanding.                                               ‘I love you so much my little English rose.’                                                                                                     He whispered kissing the soft spot behind her ear,                                                                                     ‘You are my world, Angelina.’                                                                                                                          As he spoke he was removing her clothes his eyes taking in her naked beauty, he never tired of seeing her like this, her body flushed, her nipples erect and her pussy glistening with her juices all for him,                  ‘Who makes you so wet baby girl?’                                                                                                                 He licked a hot trail from her ear to her collarbone and she arched up desire burning through every cell in her body,                                                                                                                                                       ‘You Carlos, only you.’                                                                                                                                    His sexy chuckle made her moan with pleasure as he dipped his head and lapped at her honey,                    ‘Fuck but you taste so good baby girl, I could feast on you all night.’                                                            He nipped her engorged clit and she cried out,                                                                                         ‘OMG Carlos, don’t stop, please don’t stop I am so close.’                                                                         They never saw their Watcher, his hand wrapped firmly around the base of his rock-hard cock, Giovanni knew he was developing an obsession he wanted Angelina for himself and he was determined to find a way to get her regardless of the cost. Pumping his cock as he watched Carlos bring Angelina to her climax, he groaned inwardly would have made her wait, and kept her on the cusp until he allowed her to orgasm. He grimaced with lust, he would make her obey him,                                                                                       ‘Fuck, he would have her on her knees begging him to allow her to come.’                                                The thought of having her handcuffed and at his mercy was so good he found his release his seed spilling into the handkerchief he had thought to bring with him. His thoughts spiralled as he slipped away from the couple’s room, when he had Angelina for herself she would learn that he was her Master and his cock hardened again at the image of her cuffed to his cross as he whipped her. The couple never heard him or saw him watching them, they were so wrapped up in their little bubble of love that the outside world did not touch them. A month later Angelina started being sick, not just in the mornings but all day every day, Carlos was so worried he took her to the hospital and Angelina’s secret was discovered. She had wanted to tell Carlos, but the timing never seemed right, he was snowed under with problems now he was the Don and worked long hours to put his ‘family’ right. He weeded out the dissenters, replaced the old guard with a new improved elite guard and listened to what his people wanted, he made the changes they asked for and they loved him for it. The Council of Elders took notice, here was a young Don making a name for himself for all the right reasons, he was one for the future even though he had an English bride. They would overlook that as long as he bred lots of fine Catholic children, preferably strong healthy boys to take over their father's legacy. At their next meeting, they were delighted to hear Carlos had already done his job the Englishwoman was pregnant his legacy was secured for now. Giovanni saw red when he returned from a four-month working holiday in Chicago and saw Angelina’s rounded belly for the first time, she was almost six months pregnant and glowing with inner beauty. He hated the sight of her,                                                ‘It made her look fat and ugly.’                                                                                                                        He told himself but it was a blatant lie, Angelina looked like the painted images of the Virgin Mary, serene and stunningly beautiful and no matter how many times he told himself she was fat and ugly he still slid into the place where he was hidden in their bedroom. He would allow her time with her baby, he wasn’t a monster after all, in a couple of years when it had fully weaned from her he was going to take her from Carlos by force if necessary. Five years later he found a way to take what was not his by murdering his best friend in cold blood three weeks after his father had died and he became a Don too.                                  Life was short and cheap to the Italian Mafia, very few Dons lived to retirement age Giovanni’s Father had been shot dead by the police after he had stupidly shot the local Mayor in cold blood. The man had disrespected him openly in front of other Mafia Members at a Charity Function his Father had been drunk, a belligerent argumentative drunk. Instead of calling the Police Chief, who was a personal friend of his, something he would have done if sober, he had argued with the two young Officers sent to arrest him and wildly pointed his gun at them. Italian police are not known for their patience, especially with drunken members of the Mafia, He had very aggressively demanded if they knew who he was and then he had threatened to shoot them too and no one would pin the blame on him. He had not left them with much choice when he started firing random shots at innocent bystanders laughing hysterically at their screams of fear as they tried to get out of his line of fire. The young Officers warned him three times to stop what he was doing, but he ignored them shooting gleefully at the innocent people out enjoying the warm evening.