‘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.
When two people went down with minor injuries to their legs and then a third was hit in the chest, albeit on the right side, they had shot a few rounds near his feet to bring him to his senses. It hadn’t, the idiot was so drunk he turned his gun on them leaving them with no choice but to shoot him in self-defence. He was killed instantly, their shots had a lot more deadly accuracy than his and members of the public quickly came forward to offer themselves as witnesses to aid their defence. Giovanni became the Don after his father's death. He quickly established himself as even more ruthless than he had been securing his position by eliminating all who dared threaten him and then he went after the prize he wanted. Carlos was twenty-five and still naive enough to trust the man he had grown up with and who up until that moment had been his best friend neither of them ever dreamed he would betray them so badly. He had not even thought about defending himse
The little gun had been the last gift Carlos had given to her, it was an antique but in perfect working order and just as deadly as any ‘normal’ sized gun. He had made her practise and practise until she knew how to take it apart and put it back together, and she had known how close she needed to be to make it deadly effective.Franco, Rocky and Mario looked up as Paolo entered the room, he strode across to them and each of them hugged him,‘My condolences my friend’Franco whispered straightening his black tie, it was four hours since the death of Don Giovanni and the ‘mess’ had been cleared up. The woman had been thrown into a lime pit, her body quickly covered and set into a concrete block. She would never be found and no one could point the finger back to them. Giovanni was lying in a coffin in another part of the big house with people already filing past and paying their respects. Paolo was his half-brother and had moved quickly to take the position of power, Giovanni’s Son, Dant
He needed an insider, someone who knew the Mafia but would work with him, his orders were simple, take Paolo out as cleanly as they could but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the years passed. He was a patient man but even he began to lose hope that finding someone to end this tyrant’s reign was becoming an impossible dream.Paolo was no fool he knew he was a target so he found guys that were lookalikes, he had the classic Italian look, tall, slim with black hair and almost black eyes, and sent them out in his place. They all perished at the hands of his enemies and the Police, he was slippery and evasive and they could not catch him no matter what they tried. The President searched for a solution, even those in Paolo’s pay were growing increasingly tired of his endless violence, everyone lived in fear of everyone else, no one was safe, lives were worthless and ended for little more than a few dollars by overactive teenagers high on drugs. Something had to change as Paolo gre
Then she placed the money in the maid's hands and walked away. Angelina had been heartbroken when her Consultant had told her she would never have children, now it seemed God, with a little help from her sister, had given her a second chance and she was grasping it with both hands. Matthew, her husband had been worried at first but the pretty baby girl had soon wormed her way into his heart. When she had looked up at him with those stunning catlike eyes and said Papa all doubts had flown away. She was their child now and they had the finances to give her a wonderful life, she would want for nothing they registered her in their name explaining she had been born while they lived in Italy and with a little financial ‘persuasion’ she had become their daughter legally. No one questioned it, both their parents were dead and they had no other living relatives so it had been quite easy fooling their friends. She looked nothing like either of them, she was the image of her dead Mother and whe
He did not admit it to the boy but he missed Sicily too, the warm sunshine, beautiful food and the pretty girls, everything in Manchester seemed dull and grey in comparison, weighed down by the constant rain. It was no wonder Dante swore all the time, sometimes all this damn rain would be enough to make a Saint swear. well, at least an Italian Saint anyway. Shaking his head he forced himself out of the melancholy threatening to engulf him.‘Come with me, Dante. I know a good way to blow away this boredom, I think you are old enough now to begin your proper training.’He led the boy into the purpose-built gym in the basement of the large house they had purchased it had everything needed to train Dante into the fearsome fighter he must become. He had quickly lost the innocent trust that had led him to be captured and they had taught him a few of the little things that might get him out of trouble if he was ever kidnapped again. Franco led him to the back of the gym and pressed a conceal
The man looked over helplessly at his pretty young daughters who met his eyes pleading with theirs that they not be left alone with this monster but there was nothing more he could do to protect them. So he bowed his head to Paolo who smirked at his submittance, and then he turned away and left them with the monster. He reasoned that as he still had two younger sons another small daughter and his wife at home to protect there was nothing else he could do for them. Even if he had tried to intervene he reasoned that he would still have been brutally murdered, the rest of his family taken and his daughters would still have to face the same fate. Returning to his home he made sure the hospital was on standby to receive the two girls should they survive their dreadful fate and he had good reason to do so. When Paolo’s henchmen dragged the girls back to their father's home a few days later they had been very badly beaten and repeatedly brutally raped in every orifice. They had survived but
Gabriella sat in the back of the car licking her ice cream but her mind was on the handsome stranger in the shop. She was too young to understand the feelings beginning inside her but the boy was very handsome, much better looking than her favourite pop stars Boyzone. When they got back to their house she went upstairs to her room and picked up her tablet pressing the button to call her best friend Melissa‘Hey girl what you doing?’Her pretty dark-haired friend grinned at her,‘Oh Mel, you will not believe this. I have just met the most gorgeous hunk, I mean he is delicious so much nicer than silly pop stars. Seriously, he was just so edible.’She pretended to swoon on her bed and Melissa laughed out loud,‘OK girl come on spill I want every detail’The two girls spent the next hour discussing every little detail Gabriella could remember about Dante, his dark foreign good looks, intense blue eyes, and not forgetting his gorgeous toned body, It was only when Melissa said softly,‘Such
His wife was appalled when he told her,‘No, no, non puoi condannarla così Antonio, ha appena diciotto anni e lui è un animale.’ [No, no, you cannot condemn her like this Antonio she is barely eighteen and he is an animal.]His young daughter had become hysterical, screaming and sobbing begging him not to do this and he had hung his head in shame,‘Perdonami, non abbiamo scelta. Deve farlo o moriremo tutti. È questo che volete entrambi, che quei tre ragazzini muoiano?’ [Forgive me, we have no choice. She must do this or we all die. Is that what you both want, those three little boys to die?]He pointed to his young sons aged eight, six and three and to her credit his daughter had lifted her head,‘No, Padre, mi sacrificherò per i miei fratelli ma non ti perdonerò mai e poi mai. La mia morte è nelle tue mani.’ [No Father, I will sacrifice myself for my brothers but I will never, ever forgive you. My death is on your hands.]They were stood at the back of the church as he had commanded,