Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Her barely-covered tits bobbed in the water as she reached for her full glass. "I am Rafael . The best time."
Was she drunk? I didn't want her too inebriated for what I had planned. "That's enough prosecco. You should eat something."
She rolled her eyes. "So bossy. I already had some salami, Rafael ." Then for some reason, she and Mariella broke out into a fit of hysterical
giggles. Cristo santo. God save me from drunk women.
Marco walked up behind me. "A phone call, Rav," he whispered.
"Sounds important." I sighed and told him, "I'll take it. No more prosecco for her. Make sure she eats something." I excused myself to Enzo and went into my office on the yacht.
For the next fifteen minutes I was on the phone with one of my men who oversaw the incoming shipments at the Siderno port. A group of pirates had seized some of our product, which meant I needed to reach out to the pirates on my payroll to find out the persons responsible. My contact said he didn't know but would look into it and report back to me.
Hanging up, I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I suddenly wished that this was all over. How had my day turned to shit so quickly?
Standing, I went back outside to the pool deck and stopped in my tracks. Valentina was laying on her stomach on a chaise, the ties of her suit top hanging loose. Enzo and Mariella were cuddling in a nearby lounge, but Enzo's eyes were locked on Valentina 's ass.
My hands shook and I had to shove them in my pockets to keep from punching the wall. It was incredibly dangerous to tempt a man like Enzo D'Agostino. And what of the crew or D'Agostino's guard? Had she no respect for me at all? Figlio un cane.
"I'm afraid I must cut our day short," I announced tightly. "There is something that needs my attention." Punishing Valentina , but they need not know that. "Perhaps we can do this again soon, D'Agostino."
Valentina struggled to tie the strings of her top and I wanted to roar with frustration. I wanted to go over there and throw a towel around her so no one ever saw her but me. I wanted to fuck her until she followed orders.
Enzo stood and helped Mariella to her feet. "We'd like that, Ravazzani. Thank you for your hospitality. We'll be in touch about that other matter."
He shook my hand then I kissed both of Mariella's cheeks. "Thank you both for coming. Marco will assist you back into your boat."
Valentina was now on her feet, the triangles of her top slightly askew. She rushed to hug Mariella. "Ciao, Mariella. It was nice spending the day with you."
"Ciao, Valentina . I hope I see you again someday." Do not count on it. I would not trust Valentina at another meeting for a long time. Perhaps ever. Everyone left but I never took my eyes off Valentina . I was too angry to even speak. It was like when she had stabbed me with the pen, but worse.
That had been a personal injury to just me. Today was an insult to me and my business, the very family. As she stood facing me, her defiance wilted bit by bit the longer I stared at her. Finally, she bit her lip. "I know you're mad because I wore a bikini."
I remained silent, still trying to get a grip on my temper. "I like this suit! Why shouldn't I be able to wear it?" She glanced down at herself. "I look hot in this suit, Rafael ."
When I continued to stand there, she blurted, "I'm sorry, all right? I shouldn't have worn it. I didn't think it was a big deal."
Disobeying me, not a big deal? She was mine, my responsibility. Everything she did as my mantenuta reflected on me. Did she think I invited just any woman to the yacht during sensitive business meetings?
"Please, don't be mad. I said I was sorry." I dragged in a breath and let it go slowly. "Are you sorry?"
Lines formed between her brows as she slammed them together. "I just said I was."
"If you are truly sorry you will go to my suite, lay on my bed with your ass in the air and wait for me."
"Rafael …."
"This is your only chance to prove it, Valentina . Because if you are truly sorry, that will lessen your punishment. Allora, are you truly sorry?"
The slim column of her throat worked as she swallowed. "Yes, I am truly sorry."
"Then you know what to do, no?"
Valentina's POV
I walked to the master suite like a prisoner going to the gallows. Rafael was livid. In fact, I think he might be angrier than the night I stabbed him with the pen. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.
Fear slid down my spine, causing my skin to break out in a cold sweat. Would he hurt me? No, he wouldn't. I knew it in my bones. He might spank me, but we would both enjoy that. No doubt he would tease me until I admitted I belonged to him. I just needed to comply with whatever orders he gave to prove my apology and then he would forgive me. Hopefully that involved some naked time.