Chapter Two

Angelina had fought him like a tigress when he told her she belonged to him now and he was going to enjoy taming her. Locking her in his room he had ripped off her clothes and raped her violently then he had kept her naked forcing her to do all the things she hated and he loved. It did not matter to her when he told her he loved her, that he had always loved her and she should have chosen him not Carlos. She had said simply,

‘We are not children any more Giovanni. I made my choice and I do not regret it.’

She had spurned him when Carlos was alive and now she spurned him again he was dead he had lost his temper at her words and that was why he forced her he reasoned with himself. He had not wanted to do it, if she would just do as she was told he had wanted to love her and treat her like his queen. Foolishly the stupid woman had thrown it back in his face and told him she still loved Carlos and she would always love him until the day she died too and joined him in eternity. It made him lose his temper again and he threw her onto his bed taking her regardless of her frightened screams he had to make her see she was his now and he would force her to accept it.

They had all grown up together, Giovanni and Carlos were cousins, almost all the Mafia families were related in one way or another and Angelina was a beautiful English teenager who had captured both their hearts. She had arrived in Sicily with her friends for a working holiday and never gone home. Both men fell in love with her the first time they met, she was helping pick the grapes from the vines on one of the Mafia vineyards.  They had gone to help too on the orders of Carlos’ Uncle, the current Mafia Grand Don, he only had daughters and Carlos was betrothed to his favourite, Anna, they were to be married and then he would make Carlos his heir. Carlos resented the way he had been manipulated and was not attracted to the daughter at all, she was plain and dumpy which was why her father was keen to marry her off. Seeing the sparkling, laughing woman in shorts and a t-shirt wearing a silly hat to protect her delicate English skin had sent their over-active Italian libido into hyper-drive. She was stunningly beautiful, with her pale red/gold hair and brilliant emerald green eyes. They stood entranced watching her flirt with the other workers, her ready smile, sharp wit and bright intelligence charmed the men and the other women as they worked amongst the vines. When they joined the group of young people they discovered the English girl could hold her own, when the guys tried to chat her up she had witty replies that made them laugh but did not deflate their egos. She was far too kind and well brought up to hurt their feelings her very proper British accent was a sexy come-on to all the males. Giovanni had fallen for her the minute he set eyes on her and at first she had been charmed by the handsome Italian and shyly accepted when he asked her to go out to dinner with him. He had been completely lost when he arrived to pick her up from the campsite all the young foreign people stayed on. She met him at the gate wearing a pretty pale green gypsy skirt, that fitted tightly around her slender hips with its matching bolero top. Both were edged with a deep emerald green brocade that matched her flashing eyes, her stunning hair was held up in a high ponytail and she wore white ballet pumps. She was only seventeen and looked young and fresh with her golden tan from working outside in the warm Sicilian sunshine. He fell so deeply in love with her that night using everything in his power to charm her, he was so besotted he had not noticed that all she wanted to talk about was his cousin and best friend. As they walked down the lane to the small family restaurant at the bottom of the hill he took her hand and a small shiver went through him when she did not pull away. He was twenty-one and had plenty of experience with the opposite sex, he was handsome, rich and a Mafia heir women were only too happy to warm his bed. They were so easy, so willing to do whatever he wanted of them to please him because of who he was it was perhaps inevitable he would develop Dominant tendencies. He wanted to be in charge, any woman he took had to surrender control to him completely, he liked to whip them and became a master at using a whip to bring pleasure and pain together. He would deliberately provoke a woman to answer him back so he could punish her, if she let him he quickly introduced her to his darker dominant side, if she objected she got a hard spanking and even harder fucking and then was dumped as soon as he had relieved himself. Carlos followed him on his journey, he enjoyed being dominant too but not to the extent Giovanni did, he did not treat women quite as poorly as his best friend but they did double date the same woman occasionally. As they sat at their table she asked him about Carlos and he laughed saying he as his best friend as well as his cousin not noticing her soft smile. He did not realise that throughout the meal he found himself talking about his friend and relating their adventures rather than concentrating on her like he had intended. She was far to clever for him, drawing him out about his friend in a way he could not be offended at, chatting about their childhood and the crazy stunts they had pulled to the chagrin of their Uncle, the Grand Don.