All Chapters of MAFIA LORD LOVER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

For the next three days I dragged my tired ass to the vineyards to help with the harvest. It felt good to be outside, working the land again. Emilia didn't come back — she was doing something for Fausto at work — but once I convinced Giulio to come with me. He spent most of his time complaining about how the dirt and grapes would ruin his new custom sneakers.I didn't care about time alone. I had a big decision hanging over my head, but the choice was basically made the moment I decided to keep the baby.Still, I couldn't put the ring on.Fausto didn't insist. Nor did he try to have sex with me again. In fact, I was back in his bed, except he was never there. The only time I saw him was at dinner with Zia and Giulio. I hated to admit it, but I missed him. Yes, I asked for space, but I didn't expect him to actually give it to me. Fausto liked to do what he wanted and he also liked to push my buttons. I wasn't used to this patient side of him.You belong to Me. And if you agree with tha

Francesca“Wait a minute,” Gia said, shaking her head as if clearing it. —You were kidnapped at gunpoint, held for a week in Naples, before Fausto showed up like an action hero and saved you?“Yes,” I said. - Is this right.— The fuck, Frankie? she shouted. — Why didn't you tell us?We were in my old room, which is where Emma was sleeping, with Gia across the hall. I decided, after the comment about Naples during dinner, to tell the truth about Enzo and the kidnapping. — I didn't want you to worry.— Why did this other mafia don kidnap you? — Emma asked, always practical and sensible.— He was trying to blackmail Fausto. I'm not sure what, but it looked like a slice of drug trafficking.— Does Fausto deal drugs?This couldn't come as a surprise to any of my sisters. — It matters, other people negotiate. Like our father.—Are you kidding me? asked Gia. — I thought Papà only ran casinos and bank robberies.“And drugs,” I added. — He lost some product and owed Fausto a lot of money, and

FrancescaFausto took a step back, and his eyes shone with satisfaction as they searched my naked body, now coated in his cum. He pushed his pants off his hips, then kicked off his shoes. — Do you want to clean up before I fuck you, dirty girl?— No, paparino .I am not. I liked the sticky, sweaty mess of us together, and I knew he liked it too.“Dio, you're beautiful,” he murmured as he pinched one of my nipples. “I want to mark you and bite you, make sure everyone knows you're mine.I lifted the large ring on my finger. — More yours than that?His lip curled in a look so fierce, so dominant that my knees shook. — I will always want to hit you, monella. Can you handle me hard tonight? — He started to unbutton his shirt.My thighs clenched as more heat flooded my veins. He had spanked me before and I loved it. The slaps made my skin feel alive, incredibly sensitive. I was definitely up for it, especially if he fucked me afterwards. — I love it when you're rude.He slapped my ass once.

FaustAs I followed my future wife to our ward, I didn't know what I was feeling. Angry, yes. But mostly I was very confused.Lucia would never dare allow her family into my dungeon. She wouldn't have asked or even considered the idea. Our world has clear boundaries and my first wife understood them perfectly.Francesca didn't seem to care or even be aware of these limits. Not only did she allow her sisters into the dungeon, but she also somehow convinced my son to go for a walk.Ma che cazzo?I would have a talk with Giulio tomorrow, but in the meantime I had to deal with Francesca. Just because we were getting married didn't mean she had control of my men and my property. I was the boss, not her, and she had to worry about our kids and the home—not mob business.She would respect our boundaries.I closed the bedroom door and watched as she sat on the bed. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. - Explain.She bit her lip and twisted her hands in her lap. — I can't tell if you

FrancescaI was a married woman.Even though I was wearing a wedding dress, it felt surreal.Married. With Fausto Ravazzani.Holy crap.I was a mob wife, a role I swore to avoid. When I took a look at my handsome husband, I couldn't regret it. I would spend the rest of my life next to him, in his bed, listening to that sexy growl and playing our naughty games together. Yes please.As I handed out the souvenirs to the small number of dinner guests, they all kept pushing money at me. I knew it was an Italian custom, but I wasn't prepared for it. The mayor gave me ten thousand euros, damn it. Giulio said that more money and gifts will arrive in the coming weeks, once news of Fausto's wedding spreads around the world.I guess that's what happened when someone marries a tough international criminal.When I finished the souvenirs, I returned to my chair, which was now occupied by Marco. Instead of being dissuaded, I slid into my husband's lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smelled