Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He followed his wife to the lakeside. She stood with Claude on the side, watching as the twins splashed around in joy, screaming and shouting. Claude began to flail his arms wildly, screeching, willing to join.

‘Let him down,’ growled Lucien and was rewarded with a cross look from his wife.

“Will you go in with him?’ snapped Proserpina, trying hard to restrain the youngster, who was now screaming.

‘Yes,’ he grunted.

He went inside and returned in a few minutes, his hard muscular physique draped in only a pair of swimming trunks.

Proserpina coloured as she dragged her eyes from his crotch.

He met her eyes with amusement and said,

‘Give him to me.’

The startled-looking Claude was handed over to his father, and before he knew it, he was being carried to the lake with his brawny parent.

He let out a wail and then began to splash in glee as Lucien held him in his strong arms and began to make him paddle.

The twins came over, excited and eager to join in the fun.

Lucien glanced at Proserpina.

“Come on, wife.’ He said, smiling slightly, “Join us.”

The guards were around wariness in every move and in their eyes.

Proserpina

I smiled and hitching up my skirt, entered the water. Immediately, Lucien tugged me in till I was waist-deep in water, being splashed by my children as my husband held me firmly.

‘Stop it,’ I squealed as the children got me wet. Claude, safe in the powerful arms of his father, yelled and screeched along with the others. Beston came to the edge of the water and I felt the change in Lucien’s demeanour. He pulled me to him so that I was squashed against his hard chest and rasped tersely,

“Yes?

‘

Beston spoke, in his usual calm way.

‘Sir, it’s an open area…’

Lucien nodded and turned to the kids.

“Time to move.’ He said and the twins gave in. They knew that when their father gave them an order, it meant business. He handed Claude to the maid and gripping my arm, we went inside quickly.

Beatrice had kept towels ready for us and she waddled off with plump Claude in her arms. I walked into the bathroom, humming as I shed my clothes. Lucien joined me soon after.

He seemed a little tense, and I wound my arms around his waist.

“We are on holiday, Master.’ I said, biting his arm playfully.

He grunted, gripping my hand and placing it on his hard shaft.

I giggled and moved away.

“Oh no. ‘ I sang. ‘Time to be with the kids.’ He growled and let me hurry out, joining us in a while. But then again, work and bad news arrived.

*

‘Woman,” he said gruffly at lunch as we ate, ‘We need to leave tomorrow morning.’ The twins immediately began to protest, but one word from Lucien silenced them.

“I have work.” He snapped.

They looked at me, pleading silently, but I avoided their eyes.

As I served him, Lucien placed a strong arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

‘Woman,’ he growled close to my ear,

‘I wanted to spend more time here.’

I nodded

‘But it is …I have some urgent work back home. And it is not safe here for all of you.”

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Sighing, I turned to look at him and ran my hand across his strong jaw. “Yes, Lucien, ‘ I murmured, ‘I understand.’

He grunted, keen eyes looking past my face, knowing I was disappointed.

“I will make it up to you.’ He growled, biting my lower lip tenderly.

*

We left the next afternoon. I overslept, all the excitement and the peacefulness of the place having lulled me into a deep sleep. Lucien had held me in his arms, and I had fallen asleep, smiling.

*

As we turned to the road that led to our home, we saw a small car standing at the gate.

“Look, look, Mumma!’ shouted Ria and Piers, who had been keenly watching out for the house.

“It’s Paddy and his aunt.’

I sat up straight, feeling Lucien’s displeasure. He did not like Sophie. He had agreed to keep on paying her mother’s hospital bills because I had begged him to. Left to himself, he would have made sure she was thrown out on the streets.

I sat up, smiling in spite of myself. I had liked the girl. I could not fathom what had happened to her to turn her into such a mean person.

‘” What does she want?’ came Lucien’s deep baritone.

***

Proserpina

I would have leapt out of the car and cuddled little Paddy. The little fellow was jumping up and down in his rather awkward way to greet us.

But Lucien gripped my hand painfully and when I turned to look at him, he shook his head, grey eyes cold and warning.

I slumped slightly but I did not demur. Lucien knew what he was up to; I had found that out the hard way on many occasions and I was not going to put us all in danger.

He barked an order to Beston who was riding with us.

‘Let her and the boy enter the grounds.’

He glanced at me, an eyebrow going up quizzically and I dimpled at him. The twins yelled from the back seat but quietened down immediately when they felt their father’s cold gaze on them.

*

The drive from the main gate through the wooded land to the house was also a couple of miles. Lucien had zealously bought up the surrounding land so we lived in a mini forest in what was almost a fortress, guarded day and night.

*

I hid a smile. Lucien shot me a look and I looked up at him and tugging his head down, regardless of Claude who would never leave my lap when we were traveling, I kissed my husband. Claude gave an exasperated wail but Lucien pulled him onto his own lap and there was a sudden silence.

My husband’s mouth devoured mine and then he moved away. Unlike my face which was undoubtedly flushed with passion, Lucien looked as cool and in control as ever. But when he looked at me, I saw the hot fire lurking in the depths of his grey eyes.

As I made to take Claude, he said roughly,

‘Wife, I can hold him. He is my son and you need to sit comfortably.’

I gazed up at him in pretended wonder and then giggled,

“In that case, I think I want to be carrying your children all my life!’, I said without thinking.