Owning the Mafia Don

Going Ahead



Proserpina

I woke up, smiling as I felt Lucien’s strong presence beside me. Turning to look at him, I felt a strange sense of apprehension.

It must be because he is going in for a fight tonight, I thought, looking at the man slumbering beside me. His harsh face was relaxed in sleep, and I wanted to kiss his mouth, kiss away the cruel look he had when he was awake.

The world knew him as The Boss, cold and unforgiving. But for me, he was Lucien, my lover, my husband, the father of my three children.

I smiled inwardly.

And, I thought, placing my hand lightly on my flat stomach, perhaps the fourth child if I was not mistaken.

But I had to make sure before I told him. Besides, how would he react? I was not sure. He was bogged down by the matter of Dmitri. He kept us close, the children and I, cloistered in the house. Although I had created a niche for myself, working online as the Director of a Japanese unit of the Buddhist Studies, attached to the University, there were still restrictions that would have made anyone chafe at them.

Only, I was aware of the threat, the very real threat that we were facing. So I accepted it and gently calmed my children when they fretted at being confined for months on end.

***

I had told him on many occasions that it was time to send the twins to school. But he was adamant.

“Wait a year more, woman,’ he had growled, grey-blue eyes glittering with annoyance, the last time I had broached the subject.

Yet, the very next day, a new tutor had arrived. A woman named Ms Priscilla Walker, who was in her late fifties. She was from England and had been teaching for years, said Lucien confidently when I confronted him.

And yes, her brother had been Lucien’s man in the UK till he died. Hence, Lucien told me, she was trustworthy.

I knew he must have had her carefully vetted.

But I had so wanted my children to meet other kids of their age and live a normal life…

***

A large hand moved to my breast and yanked the sheet down. Startled, I turned to meet Lucien’s cobalt blue eyes, which were on my face and turning, I kissed him gently,

“What were you thinking about, wife?’ he growled, tugging me into his arms.

I smiled and said,

“Noting much…I have to fix breakfast. Beatrice was feeling unwell… her arthritis….”

As I moved to get up, he swung a leg over me, effectively trapping me, and I squealed.

“Lucien!’

He lowered his head to my breasts, feasting on them and I whimpered.

“I want to fuck your tits, woman!,” he said in a hoarse voice, throbbing with passion.

“I want to f*ck these magnificent tits.”

His hands were kneading, twisting my nipples and I moaned, unable to resist him, my body responding to his cruel touch.

I was blushing.

Lucien had a way of saying things in a coarse, sometimes vulgar manner that left me feeling confused; aroused and shocked.

“It has been a long time, hasn’t it?’ he continued, raising himself on one elbow, his hands busy with my body, watching my face, swooping down to kiss me.

” A long time since I dropped my cum on these, tits…”

He growled hoarsely, his manhood digging into my side urgently, as he rubbed his stubbled cheeks over my frantic nipples and I moaned, thrashing beneath him.

“Or rubbed my cum on them to mark you as MIne…”

He leant down, and took a nipple between his teeth, tugging at the sensitive tip, and I arched my back involuntarily, feeling the wetness pooling between my legs.

“Not NOW!’ I whispered, “it’s’…’

Ria banged loudly on the door at that moment.

“Pappa! PAPPA!!! ‘

Raising his head, my lover glanced at the door.

The pounding was getting more insistent.

Lucien’s head swooped down to my mouth, and he kissed me hard.

“Tonight.”

He promised that in a voice that brooked no opposition, watching as I hastily covered myself.

He adored Ria.

Sometimes I thought that if she called him when we were making love, he would probably have left me midway to see what she wanted!

He rose up, the sight of his erect pe*is making the wetness between my thighs increase. His body was splendid, I thought longingly, carved in muscle. He wrapped a bathrobe and began to move to the door.

“Coming, my princess.’ He shouted and turned to me, he growled, “After the fight. I want to come on your tits. Rub my cum on you.’

Blushing I said,

“Yes, my Lord.”

And giggled at his expression of mock anger.

I darted into the bathroom even as my daughter and son raced into the bedroom when he threw open the door.

Ria’s loud voice carried across.

“Pappa, you smell funny.’ She was an outspoken child, and my daughter and I had landed in many embarrassing situations because of her indiscreet remarks.

Lucien’s rumble was shut out as I moved away.

As I shut the bathroom door, I smiled.

***

Schwartz

He was in the Club by mid-morning again, there had been a small incident at Tajikistan and Lucien had been too preoccupied with the day ahead to deal with it. He glanced up and saw Danielle striding down the hall, puffing away at a cigar. Schwartz sighed. Either her smoking or her temper would be the death of the woman.

Remembering the girl he had dropped off the previous night, he called her over.

“Yup?’ she said questioningly. Schwartz grinned; her gruff attitude, he knew, hid a loyal and trustworthy person.

Seeing how impatient she was to get on with her work, he decided to come straight to the point.

“A girl is working here, copper-colored hair, green eyes, I didn’t get her name…’ he began. She stopped him, her small eyes narrowing further.

‘That idiot kid, Sophie?’ She snapped. And then, an expression of irritation on her face, she continued, ‘What did she do NOW?’

Schwartz could see that the pretty redhead of last night was not an obedient, ideal employee. Strangely, he was not surprised.

He grinned,

“She was running away from something or someone last night. I was too tired to ask her what had scared her. I dropped her home.’

Danielle grunted.

Then she said cryptically,

“Must have seen a man.’ She continued to tap the phone she was holding in her hand, blowing smoke in the other direction. Schwartz was intrigued.

‘What did you mean? ‘He asked curiously.

” Long story there, ‘ she said indifferently, ‘Her sister ended up being a small-time porn star, hooked on drugs by Worthington.’

She shook her head and went on.

“Something about good old Paul trying to get this girl also into his sleazy net. But this girl will not play ball. And yeah, there’s a kid, her sister’s kid, not..’

She rolled her eyes…’You know.’

She began to walk away.

Schwartz caught up with her, his long strides taking him there in seconds,

“Danielle,’ he said, marvelling at her memory,’ F*ck,! How do you do it?’

She gave him a look. immediately catching on to what he meant. He was constantly amazed at her ability to store details in her head, her gruff exterior effectively hiding the fact that she was sharp and astute.

“When you have a job like mine and an employer like the Boss, you better be good!’ she shot back.

And she marched off, in the other direction.

Schwartz grinned. He knew her well enough not to take offence. But as he sat at his desk, sipping his coffee, he mulled over her words.

The girl had been running away from Worthington.

Schwartz scowled. He hated any business involving women and prostitution, but Shark had begun it at the Club and now, it was too firmly entrenched to be rooted out.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The intercom rang.

Lucien had arrived.

Picking up his coffee, he strode out of his room.


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