Owning the Mafia Don

Sophie

His tone grew harsh, frightening as he whispered,

“Little Robin Red Breast. Forget what you heard just now, alight? Forget it, do not say a word to anyone. Or sister Sondra will not be coming back ever again and your little halfwit monster will be taken away too.’

The line abruptly went dead.

*

Sophie sat up in bed now, holding her coppery curls in her hands, breathing hard. The morning sunlight was entering the room and the sounds of traffic and people in the apartments around were becoming distinct.

What had she done, she thought, agonizingly. What had she done?

*

Proserpina

When I came awake in the early hours of the morning with Claude beside me, I felt his forehead and sighed in relief. He was not burning up with fever any longer. The medicines I had given him had worked.

Smiling, I turned over and went through my itinerary for the day. I had two meetings scheduled for my team in Japan; the kids need to be taught for an hour; the lunch needed to be prepared; last-minute touches to the twins’ birthday party which was on the day after tomorrow

I must have dozed off. When I arose again, I was alone in the massive bed.

I sat up startled and dashed into the bathroom. Hastily taking a shower and changing into my jeans and tee-shirt, I hurried downstairs. The nausea I had been feeling had begun to subside too, I thought thankfully.

The twins were seated at the breakfast table, chomping on their cereal. Beatrice had Claude in her arms.

“Why didn’t you wake me?’ I smiled, scooping up my baby and helping myself to a slice of toast, all at once.

‘The Man said not to disturb you if you waz sleepin” said Beatrice, arms akimbo. Her stance suggested that I could try all I wanted but she took orders from the Boss.

I grinned and pecked her cheek fondly.

Then, blushing, I asked carefully,

“When did…uh…Lucien call?’

Ria immediately chipped in importantly.

“Pappa said he would be back this morning that is what he said.’

I smiled. I missed him so very much.

*

Lucien

He knew his flight would touch down in an hour. When he had called to check on his wife, he had learnt that she was sleeping. The baby seemed fine, Beatrice assured him.

He sat back, relieved,

It felt good to know that he would be with his Woman and his children in a few hours.

*

But the news he had received from his sources was disturbing. Dmitri Rudenko had managed to get a deal signed with Isandro, through his no-good son.

That was one ally who had drifted away.

He had had a private talk with the Condor. Although the man was despicable, the Cosa Nostra had a code of honor. He knew that the man had meant it when he said that he would help Lucien in any eventuality.

But far more ominous was the news that Dmitri was hell-bent on destroying his family.

*

Schwartz

He had come to love coming awake to the sight of Aiyana beside him in bed. Her strong, tanned body against his, her long black hair tangled and messy unlike during the day when she wore it in a braid or a bun.

She snored, he thought in amusement and recalled how embarrassed she had been when he had told her.

“James,’ she had said in her throaty blues voice, sounding offended,’ I shall kick you out of my bed if you say that.’

They had ended up making love again and he grinned as he strolled into the Club.

*

Lucien was expected back in a few hours time. He had called Proserpina who had gently teased him for not having visited with Aiyana.

“I shall be there with her on the twins’ birthday.’ he promised.

‘And make sure to make something special. I’ve been praising your culinary skills to the sky, my girl,’ he added.

He grinned as he entered the elevator. One part of him absently registered the fact that a woman in a black veil and a skimpy black coat had signed into one of the private rooms on the arm of Worthington.

Schwartz frowned.

It was just ten in the morning. What…?

But then he dismissed any sort of soul searching. As long as Worthington did not try to make one of his f*cking movies here, it was all fine. Nevertheless, he would check with Danielle.

But seeing Lucien’s incoming call, he forgot about it totally.

Later he was to kick himself for not having stepped in to check…

*

Proserpina

It was Ria who told me about Lucien having a fight coming up the next week. She had been licking the wooden spoon with the chocolate that I had used to stir the cake. Licking it greedily, she spoke to Piers.

“I KNOW, I just KNOW that Pappa will pound Stonewall Jackson to a pulp.’ I stopped, freezing.

Lucien was preparing to fight again? And he had not told me?

I went deathly still. The twins seemed to pick up my mood for they stilled too and turned to look at me slowly.

Piers hissed,

“You stupid GIRL!’ I glared at him and said,

“Ria, what did you mean?’

She looked sheepish and then said in a small voice,

‘Pappa has a fight coming up next week. But he was going to tell you …’

I felt my rage shoot up. Lucien Delano had some major explaining to do.

*

That night, I tried to stay awake to tackle him.

But I must have dozed off, for I came awake to his mouth at my nipples, suckling and biting.

Moaning, I reached out to hold him and then remembered.

When he took me, as he always did, urgently, as though he could not stop himself, I was still half asleep and unable to resist him.

I had wanted to take him to task but it did not happen that way.

Besides, my traitorous body always gave in to him.

But I wanted to yell and scream at him for getting ready to fight again.

As we lay exhausted, his head cradled on my breasts while he gently sucked my nipples, I remembered. Pushing him off my body, I sat up crossly.

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I met his eyes fiercely, moving away from him. I could not think clearly with his big unclothed body beside me.

Tugging the sheet around my exposed breasts, I knelt on the bed and pushed my hair back as I said,

‘Ria said you were going to fight again?’