Luciano

TWO YEARS. It's been two years since I've held her, kissed her, touched her, made love to her. Being inside her again is like coming home, but I wasn't as happy as I thought I'd be.

She changed herself, over and over, getting piercings, contacts, dyeing her hair; just to get away from me.

Even now, with her grey eyes locked on mine just like I like, I feel like she's just complying with me, so she get away.

Her skin is warm to the touch but she's cold. She's scared of me. She's wary of me. Soon, she'll hate me.

Her sleeping figure leans into me, snuggling deeper into my touch as I stroke her cheek. My finger traces all those familiar lines, my Kitty.

I'm a possessive man, and this woman is mine. She knows that, and yet she lets men touch her, she flirts with them.

Thankfully she hasn't let anyone touch her pussy, because I'd kill her. Really.

I look back down, my thoughts clearing at the wrinkle between her brow, her pink mouth parted.

Kissing her lightly, I resist the urge to make love to her again. She is sleeping, and if I wake her up, she may not go back to sleep.

There's a knock at the door, letting me know who it is. Pulling a sheet over her naked body, I tell him to come in.

"Buongiorno, Don."

"Anche voi, Niccolò. What is the news?"

He sighs, and I know I won't like it.

"The Donna must be introduced into society by tomorrow, seeing as the Bannano wish to take her."

"The laws of La Cosa Nostra will prevent most offenses. Of course-"

"We are criminals and rules are not our string suit."

"Proprio."

(Precisely)

"And my dear friend, Abram. How is he faring?"

"He has no more limbs, no vocal cords, some burns, cuts and bruises but he's still breathing."

I smirk. "Perfetto. Now, get the car ready, have a convoy with us and prepare my room."

Niccolò frowns. "For what, Don?"

"For my fiancee of course."

His eyes grow wide. "Wait, I didn't know you were actually-"

"I am. Whether she knows it or not, she is my Queen." I stroke her cheek.

"We will be at breakfast. See you then, Niccolò."

"Of course, Don. Just as your best friend, do you think she is ready?"

"I know she is."

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SHE WAKES UP a little later, her head against my chest in bed. My bed. At my Estate.

"Hm, I have to go. But I-"

I smile at her face when she noticed her surroundings.

"You didn't honestly think I would just let you go, did you?"

The way her face crumpled makes my heart hurt.

"I knew it. God I'm dumb."

"You are back at my Estate. However, things are different this time." before she cut me off I talk over her.

"Just listen, please." She shuts up, never hearing me say please before.

I haven't. This my first time in ten years.

"You are here because multiple families want you dead. You are not my employee, you are not my-"

She quirks a brow at my pause. "You are my fiancee. This time, I am giving you choices and as much freedom as I can."

Please don't run from me.

"I want you safe. I understand if you hate me, but I want you safe. The safest place for you right now, is my Estate and under my name."

Please don't leave me again.

"Can you agree to those terms?"

Grey eyes bore into my brown, trying to find the set up.

Dio mio, I will never win her trust after everything I've done.

"These mafia families, why are they after me?"

Because I love you and didn't hide well enough.

"Because they believe you are my innamorata, my lover in your language, but in the Mafia it has a deeper meaning."

"And you'll protect me?"

"With my life, I promise. I just need you to cooperate. At least in public."

Right on time, Deena, Kitty's friend, knocks.

"Breakfast, Don, Donna."

Her eyes light up at the sight of her friend.

"Deena!"

Deena smiles lightly, nodding.

"You may talk to your friend later, for now, get dressed, and come eat."

She nods with a wide smile, hopping up, pecking my cheek.

"Thank you Luciano."

Looking away, I nod, cursing my damn cheeks for flaming like a little bitch.

"Nessuno problema. I will see downstairs. "

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MURMURS REACH MY ears, making me look up to see my Kitten in just my button up shirt.

She parks herself on my lap, and I wave over the maid to give me the plate. Once it's set in front of me, I start feeding her, forking her eggs, some pancakes.

I try to give her grits but she shakes her head, so I'm assuming she doesn't like them.

Once she's satisfied, she turns around, her face tucked in my neck, arms around my shoulders. The only downside is her warm pussy is right on cock, and fuck I'm hard.

"So I fucked the whore before I blew her brains out."

Savannah stiffens on my lap, my head snaps up.

I can tell Savannah is uncomfortable, angry maybe scared. I stroke her hair reassuringly, before turning my attention to the idiota talking.

I have rules. Now, we are the Mafia; we're criminals. We cheat, steal, kill, rob, torture and bunch of other shit, but in my family, the rape thing, we don't do it, that and fucking with kids.

One rule. Admittedly, Rape had been a consequence, a warning at times, but when Savannah came that changed.

When Savannah left, it was nonexistent. I made sure.

"What's your name?"

"Carlos, Boss."

He says his name with Pride, thinking I was going to commend him.

"Come here Carlos."

He stands in front of me.

"Carlos, what's the rule about rape in this family? "

"Uh---"

"Wrong. Uh is not the rule. It's don't do it, and if you do, I better not hear about it. And yet here we are."

Carlos looks around nervously. Be nervous Carlos. Be nervous.

"Do you see the woman on my lap?"

Everyone has. Everyone knows who she is, the consequences for touching her.

"Yes, Don."

Kitty stiffened again, relaxing a moment later.

"She is beautiful isn't she?"

Now he's really nervous. If he says no, I'll be offended. If he says yes, I'll be pissed.

"Yes?"

"I know she is. But I can't trust you around her. And if I can't trust you, you can't breathe."

Pressing my Kitty closer to me, I take out my gun, put a bullet through his head.

His body crumpled to the floor, but i disregard it. I put my gun back in it's holster, smiling.

"Let's eat!"

The room erupts into life, everyone carrying on their conversations.

My Kitty presses a kiss to my throat, letting me know she's proud of me.

That means more to me than it should.