Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Earlier, I texted Dimitri to ensure he remained home tonight. I wanted him to meet Valentina as soon as we arrived. The sooner the two of them met, the sooner she would accept the marriage. In the meantime, Dimitri could look after her well being, acclimate her to life in Siderno. Though my son was only eighteen, I needed him settled and married.
The time had come for Dimitri to fulfil his role as my heir, which meant producing heirs of his own. I was an only child, as was my son. Therefore, until I had grandsons, the future of the Ravazzani 'ndrina would remain at risk.
That brought my thoughts back to Valentina , who was staring out the window at the night sky. Was she on the pill? I'd need to inform Dimitri
about her former boyfriend and the possibility she might be carrying another man's child. Best to wait until she bleeds before the wedding.
Her gaze met mine in the window's reflection but she did not cower. I liked that about her. Most women feared me, or at least my reputation. Valentina didn't seem to have that problem. In fact, she showed more spirit than most had dared in the last ten years. Would she show that same spirit in bed?
I had to stop. These thoughts weren't productive and I could not afford the distraction. Besides, even if she weren't marrying my son, she was too young. I had a mistress already, one who gave me no hassle whatsoever, and I wasn't interested in replacing her.
Resolved to ignore Valentina , I returned to my phone. For the rest of the flight, Marco and I talked business, going over all that needed my
attention after this trip. The crimine in San Luca was coming up in two months, where all the leaders gathered every year to discuss our operations. Even the Toronto capos, like Mancini, would attend. This meant that profits needed to be up, all our debts collected. We would need to pull some men off other jobs to clean up the 'ndrina books.
I rubbed the back of my neck, exhaustion pulling at me. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't relax on planes or in hotels. It was why I rarely left the castello in Siderno. At least there I was safe. "You should sleep in the back," Marco said. "Now that she is awake."
"We are close. I'll wait until I'm home."
"Too bad. I bet the sheets smell like her."
"Fuck you."
Marco chuckled. "You think Dimitri can handle her?" I cracked one eye. "Are you saying he is soft?"
"No, but he's not like you. He doesn't have them eating out of the palm of his hand. Never seen a meaner bastard get more pussy than you." I had a temper, for sure. Dimitri was more even-tempered, like his mother. "She will come around," I said about Valentina .
The pilot announced our landing. A silent Valentina put on her seatbelt as I secured my own. Her quiet demeanour bothered me. Shouldn't she be yelling and panicking right now? Throwing something at my head? Trying to overpower the pilot? The instinct that had kept me alive for nearly thirty nine years screamed inside me, telling me to be on my toes around her. She was up to something.
I smothered a grin. Whatever she planned, I would be ready. She didn't stand a chance. Minutes later, we touched down. As I descended the steps to the ground, I made certain Valentina was directly behind me with Marco on her tail. My car was waiting, so I clasped her arm to pull her toward it and felt a sharp pain in my hand. "Cazzo!" I hissed. She'd stabbed me with a pen, the point now embedded in my flesh.
I snarled and ripped the thing out of my skin, tossing it to the ground. That stronzo. Valentina darted off the second she had the chance but she was no match for Marco, who still jogged daily. I hadn't even finished cleaning up the blood on my hand before she was dragged back to my car. "Help!" she shouted to the crew I employed at the private air strip.
"Help! I'm being kidnapped." My men snickered. No one in a fifty-mile radius would aid a person complaining of a kidnapping here. They all knew better. I jerked open the rear door of the car. "Get the fuck inside, Valentina ."
I walked around to the other side, fury boiling inside me until I nearly choked on it. She had embarrassed me in front of my men. Drawn my blood and made me look weak. She would pay for this when we arrived home. She fought Marco, but it was in vain. Soon she was pushed inside next to me and the car sped off. "I won't apologise," she said, like a petulant child.
For once, I didn't try to appear civilised. Instead, I let her see the darkness I normally kept hidden. "Good, because I am looking forward to
Punishing you."
Rafael's POV
She swallowed and focused on the scenery. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at my home, Castello di Ravazzani. I loved every bit of the estate the olive groves, vineyards, farmland and pasture but I couldn't appreciate any of it at the moment And this only increased my fury. When the car stopped in front of the stone entry, I didn't move. "Leave us," I told Marco and my driver.
The time had come for Dimitri to fulfil his role as my heir, which meant producing heirs of his own. I was an only child, as was my son. Therefore, until I had grandsons, the future of the Ravazzani 'ndrina would remain at risk.
That brought my thoughts back to Valentina , who was staring out the window at the night sky. Was she on the pill? I'd need to inform Dimitri
about her former boyfriend and the possibility she might be carrying another man's child. Best to wait until she bleeds before the wedding.
Her gaze met mine in the window's reflection but she did not cower. I liked that about her. Most women feared me, or at least my reputation. Valentina didn't seem to have that problem. In fact, she showed more spirit than most had dared in the last ten years. Would she show that same spirit in bed?
I had to stop. These thoughts weren't productive and I could not afford the distraction. Besides, even if she weren't marrying my son, she was too young. I had a mistress already, one who gave me no hassle whatsoever, and I wasn't interested in replacing her.
Resolved to ignore Valentina , I returned to my phone. For the rest of the flight, Marco and I talked business, going over all that needed my
attention after this trip. The crimine in San Luca was coming up in two months, where all the leaders gathered every year to discuss our operations. Even the Toronto capos, like Mancini, would attend. This meant that profits needed to be up, all our debts collected. We would need to pull some men off other jobs to clean up the 'ndrina books.
I rubbed the back of my neck, exhaustion pulling at me. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't relax on planes or in hotels. It was why I rarely left the castello in Siderno. At least there I was safe. "You should sleep in the back," Marco said. "Now that she is awake."
"We are close. I'll wait until I'm home."
"Too bad. I bet the sheets smell like her."
"Fuck you."
Marco chuckled. "You think Dimitri can handle her?" I cracked one eye. "Are you saying he is soft?"
"No, but he's not like you. He doesn't have them eating out of the palm of his hand. Never seen a meaner bastard get more pussy than you." I had a temper, for sure. Dimitri was more even-tempered, like his mother. "She will come around," I said about Valentina .
The pilot announced our landing. A silent Valentina put on her seatbelt as I secured my own. Her quiet demeanour bothered me. Shouldn't she be yelling and panicking right now? Throwing something at my head? Trying to overpower the pilot? The instinct that had kept me alive for nearly thirty nine years screamed inside me, telling me to be on my toes around her. She was up to something.
I smothered a grin. Whatever she planned, I would be ready. She didn't stand a chance. Minutes later, we touched down. As I descended the steps to the ground, I made certain Valentina was directly behind me with Marco on her tail. My car was waiting, so I clasped her arm to pull her toward it and felt a sharp pain in my hand. "Cazzo!" I hissed. She'd stabbed me with a pen, the point now embedded in my flesh.
I snarled and ripped the thing out of my skin, tossing it to the ground. That stronzo. Valentina darted off the second she had the chance but she was no match for Marco, who still jogged daily. I hadn't even finished cleaning up the blood on my hand before she was dragged back to my car. "Help!" she shouted to the crew I employed at the private air strip.
"Help! I'm being kidnapped." My men snickered. No one in a fifty-mile radius would aid a person complaining of a kidnapping here. They all knew better. I jerked open the rear door of the car. "Get the fuck inside, Valentina ."
I walked around to the other side, fury boiling inside me until I nearly choked on it. She had embarrassed me in front of my men. Drawn my blood and made me look weak. She would pay for this when we arrived home. She fought Marco, but it was in vain. Soon she was pushed inside next to me and the car sped off. "I won't apologise," she said, like a petulant child.
For once, I didn't try to appear civilised. Instead, I let her see the darkness I normally kept hidden. "Good, because I am looking forward to
Punishing you."
Rafael's POV
She swallowed and focused on the scenery. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at my home, Castello di Ravazzani. I loved every bit of the estate the olive groves, vineyards, farmland and pasture but I couldn't appreciate any of it at the moment And this only increased my fury. When the car stopped in front of the stone entry, I didn't move. "Leave us," I told Marco and my driver.
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