Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He was preoccupied with the arrangements for the Fight that was to happen that weekend. He glanced at his young wife as they ate their breakfast. There were dark bruises under her eyes and he could see a small mark on her chest where the knitted shirt she was wearing revealed as she shifted.

He smiled. Even after five years, he still longed to tame her. She had the ability to hold him in the palm of her small hand, dangling, wanting more.

He was an alpha male, a dominant man who expected complete submission from his partner. But this woman, with her fierce independence, her excellent management skills at work and at home, she merely allowed him to dominate her in bed.

And that made him want her all the more.

Yes, he thought in mild astonishment, he respected her. For Lucien Delano, it was a first!

*

He had never found a woman worthy of being taken seriously before; all the others were merely bodies to satisfy his lust. This woman with her warm brown eyes, her curvaceous body that melted at his touch; yes, she had taught him something new.

She raised her eyes at that moment and met his speculative gaze on her.

Smiling slightly, those plump lips widening, the dimples appearing on her lovely face, she blushed as she said softly,

“No Lucien! Not again!!!’

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. Her small hand seemed to disappear in his big, swarthy one and he felt an overwhelming desire to keep this woman safe; safe from the dangers of his world.

He grunted,

“Woman, I want you to go home. I shall be there for dinner.’

Her eyes clouded but she nodded her head and continued to finish her food. He noticed that she seemed to be having more of an appetite now. It was now evident that she was with child; the slight swell of her stomach, the way her breasts felt fuller, softer than before…

F*ck, he thought scowling, if he kept looking at her and doing an inventory of her assets, she would be here all day, under him as he took her again and again.

Sipping his strong, black coffee, he scowled at his phones and was soon immersed in work again.

*

Proserpina

As I drove back, I recalled that I had not asked Danielle about the fact that there could have been someone rifling through the clothes in the cupboard at the Club. No one was allowed into the penthouse suite as far as I knew. But the cleaning staff normally turned up every morning and evening, under the supervision of the security, to clean the place.

Danielle would only be arriving at around lunchtime as she kept late hours at the Club now, staying on till the wee hours of dawn.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I decided to call her later. It must be something I am imagining with my heightened sense of smell now, I thought, my hand going protectively to my belly.

Sighing in content, I sat back and relaxed as I was driven back home.

*

Paul Worthington smiled.

The feed on his screen showed the great Lucien Delano in bed with his wife and oh f*ck, he thought, with a sick smile on his face, they were at it like a couple of porn stars. He grinned at his joke.

Poor dear Sophia, he thought with a snigger, she had not had any idea of what she was doing when she had taken the pictures of the room. On Worthington’s instructions, she had also placed a few bugs in and around the room. One of them was positioned on the headboard, another among the clothes and in other strategic places around the bedroom.

*

But two of the seemingly innocent little bugs were also fitted with cameras.

It had been his intention to keep mikes around the room as Dmitri Rudenko had instructed him to do. But he had gone a step further and had cunningly placed cameras as well…

It afforded him a great view of what went on inside the most private of the Boss’ rooms. He had been careful to make sure that only Sophie would take the fall if the bugs were discovered. He had covered his tracks well.

*

Grinning again, he took out his c*ck and watched breathlessly, stroking it, as the man and woman on the screen made passionate love. He was aware that the Boss had a reputation for being an animal in bed but the young woman beneath him seemed to be handling his assault well, he thought, greedily, his breath coming in faster. In fact, watching her young body with the curves as they undulated under the Boss’ ceaseless pounding only made him feel more aroused.

The way the Mafia Don rode his young wife who was evidently with child, made him groan and he jerked off.

*

Sophie

She had dressed up a little, worn a casual dress which suited her figure and her hair; it had been a long time since she went out with a man. Although of course, it was not strictly a date, was it?

She brushed her hair vigorously and then decided to leave the corkscrew curls falling freely around her face.

Getting Paddy to change and come had not been much of a job. The poor kid loved to go out, she thought and smiling happily, they set off.

*

Jose Evans was dark-skinned, a throwback to one of his ancestors, she thought with a smile. Combined with his brown curls and winning smile, it won the hearts of those who he encountered.

His bespectacled look fooled most people into believing that he was just a nerdy type. Jose was definitely a person who possessed a brilliant mind. But he was determined to use his skills at studying and analysing people in some effective way.

When his friend, Allen had first introduced him to Aiyana Laughing Water, he had been impressed by the woman with the clinical approach to life. He had worked on the outside as a sort of informant for her and her partner, Ben Church when she had been with the FBI. But she had given up her promising career abruptly when her husband was killed in a cold-blooded manner by the man she had been tracking.

Allen and Jose had returned to their research work and produced documentaries. He enjoyed it but the thrill of working for Aiyana was something else altogether. So, he had jumped at the chance to be of assistance to Aiyana once again.

*

Now he watched Sophie enter the diner, the fact that she was clutching the hand of a small boy, who was autistic from the looks of it, also registered in his mind.

She grinned happily at him as she spotted him.

He felt a rush of pity for her. She was such a trusting soul, he thought. Without a second thought, she had accepted his invitation for breakfast and had cheerfully turned up.

He smiled, a genuine wide smile and she beamed back.

*

They ordered breakfast and he made sure to urge her to order without any hesitation. Sophie chose Crispy Southern Fried Chicken served alongside Belgian Waffles and he hid a smile. The little fellow who avoided looking at him directly kept looking around curiously.

She chose Buttermilk Pancakes topped with Fresh Sliced Strawberries for little Paddy and he seemed to enjoy his breakfast as he delved into it, concentrating fiercely on his food. They chatted aimlessly and Jose was wondering how he could introduce the topic of the Delano wife when he was saved by Paddy.

Chewing on his pancakes, the little fellow turned to look at Sophie and lisped,

“Not as good as Proserpina pancake.’

Unaware of his aunt’s anger, he resumed eating. But Sophie’s face had hardened.

Jose, who had opted for the wrap served with Scrambled Eggs, Avocado, Tomato, Onion and Cheddar Cheese decided to move in. Smoothly, he asked,

“Does Paddy spend a lot of time with the Delano kids?’