Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Lucky
My eyes are sore from lack of sleep, laying in bed thinking about fucking Nico Santangelo and not getting my six hours of sleep in, has left me feeling wretched and to make matters worse I am stuck in his house. I throw the covers off me and stand up and almost jump out of my skin. In the corner of the room, sitting on one of the chairs is Nico. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I glare at him, resisting the urge to go over and slap him in the face. I could bust his jaw to be honest but I’m sure he’d fight back.
Yes, I have been trained and trained well by my father’s protection. He made sure from a young age I had all the skills to be able to protect myself growing up. My father had told me more than once, that being the daughter of a Don would bring its own dangers and that detail may not always be around. I have learnt martial arts, impressed upon me never to be used except for in self-defence. Having Nico sitting in the corner of the room like a damn stalker, a voyager that counts as self-defence, right?
“Strictly speaking, Princess it is my room.” Fuck now he wants to go into semantics with me, is he kidding me?
I let out a sigh and throw over a robe that seems to have magically appeared on the foot of the bed, it’s deep red like silk. God, I hope it’s not silk, I don’t do killing anything living just to wear luxury. “Well just leave will you, or do you want something? Is this morning the morning I am supposed to surrender myself to you, like a rag doll and you take what the fuck you want? Come on then, get it over and done with.”
He seems to find this amusing as his lips curve upward, his arms are crossed in front of his chest, his long, muscular legs on display with his shorts on. “When I take you, Princess it will be when you beg my cock to slide into your needy cunt.” He says it like he is some kind of sex fiend, which I am sure he is. He’s fucked enough women, he is always with divine, glamorous looking women, but a man like him, a man of his power and stature I am pretty sure has other types of women lurking in the darkest depths of New York City or anywhere else he flies to on his private jet no doubt.
“What do you want then because I am sure as hell never begging for your cock? We’ve been over this several times.”
“My new store opens in,” he checks his mobile I suppose for the time. “three hours. I want you there with me for the pictures.” Oh, what the fuck?
“You expect me to go and play happy couples with you for the opening of one of your new stores, are you fucking insane? I don’t have time. I have a workout to go to, a breakfast date with my best friend, who you dragged me away from last night if you remember.”
“I do remember, she’s not good for you, she will lead you astray.”
“Too late for that, Santangelo I am already led astray by myself, by my own needs and wants. I am a Gianluca, we have control over our own lives, unless of course a fucking Santangelo threatens a Gianluca. You know you only have me because you have my father’s life hanging over my head, right? How does that you make you feel, BIG MAN.” I spit the words out.
“Get ready, you can work out in my gym. You will cancel all your plans today and accompany me to the store opening. There will be a lot of press there and you are expected to behave as my fiancée should. Now fucking get to it, there is a wardrobe full of designer clothes for you. I suggest you opt for a black trouser suit and a red shirt; we will match.” He stands up and comes towards me, lifting my chin with his index finger, his thumb trailing along my chin. It sends shivers up and down my spine, I want to clench my thighs together. Fuck me, I hate this body of mine right now, the way it melts at his tender touch. And since when can a man like Nico Santangelo even be tender? My head almost follows into the palm of his hand. He removes his finger and thumb from my face.
“I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.
“You will do as you are fucking told and don’t ever back chat me again.”
“Or what, Santangelo? You’re going to put me over your knee and spank me?. Ha.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Lucky? I have heard all about your little perversions, how you like spanking.”
I glower at him, how much exactly does this man know about me? And since when has he been in every detail of my life, my private life I may add?
“Be ready in two hours. The gym is down the stairs, take the first door on the right and follow the corridor down, you will see some steps go down those and the gym area is there.”
“Gym kit, or do you expect I’ll work out naked and just a robe?”
“You can work out naked, I don’t care. However, there are workout clothes in the closest. You will see it is fully stocked to cater for your every whim.” He leaves me with my breath catching in my throat and my nails wanting to scratch his smug, superior face.
The door closes behind him, softly. Still thwarting at the nerve of this man for now dictating my otherwise planned day, I turn to the double doors to the left of the bed and open them. A light pops on, not too bright but enough that I can a large room decked out with rails and rails of clothes. From long dresses, pants suits, blouses, coats, jackets and at the very end an entire wall of rows and rows of shoes. I gasp, I thought my own walk-in closet back home was impressive, but it has nothing on what Nico has provided for me. Mm, I don’t think it’s anything to do with caring an ounce about me and more about what I will look like on his arm, it’s all about his damn, precious image. How can a Don even have an image? It disgusts me and here he is opening flagship stores for men’s clothing and legalizing his other businesses. He will always have the underworld, he will always have scum running around like sewer rats for him, that will never change. Yet, I can’t resist as I walk further into the closet.
Labels by Chanel, Prada, Gucci and some I have never even heart of, the fabrics are soft to touch, my fingers trail along them and the shoes, oh my God the shoes, all colors, all designs, some sexy and some straightlaced like a school mistress would wear. I pick one up, it’s my size. It seems that Nico Santangelo knows everything about me, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a dossier locked away somewhere in his safe with my name stamped on it.
In one of the red wood drawers I find running shorts, yoga pants, sports bras, sports vests, he has left nothing out. I select a lime green bra, matching yoga pants and open another draw where I find an array of sweatshirts and head off to find this gym of his.
The house is gigantic, it’s silent I don’t even hear the maids at work as they dust and wipe the banister down, their eyes remain downcast. What they can’t talk to me or acknowledge me? Fuck that.
“Good morning, ladies.” They blush and act as if they are not sure what to do. “It’s fine to speak to me, in fact I insist.”
“Yes, Queen.” One says, a timid looking woman in her forties I’d say with beautiful glossy brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes large like saucers as if God himself has just spoken to her.
“I am not Queen. You can call me Lucky. And that will never change not even if Nico tells you otherwise. Do not ever address me as Queen.” I stop myself from spitting out that I will never be his Queen, only on paper but by any other means, never.
They nod and continue to clean, I walk down the large staircase and follow the directions he gave me. When I finally reach the bottom of the stone steps that lead to a glass fronted door, I am impressed with all the gym equipment he has and two running machines, exercise bikes, state of the art equipment, he has cross trainers, rowing machines, this is a gym worthy for a marine core.
“Water, Ms Gianluca?” I get a shock at the sound of a voice behind me, it’s low and sweet. I turn to see a young girl about eighteen or nineteen years of age standing behind me, slim maybe a bit too slim with long, wavy dark hair. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Angelica, I am Nico’s second cousin. I am staying for a few weeks; my father has business in town. Er, Nico sent me down to the gym to make sure you had everything you needed.”
“Thanks. Nice to meet you, Angelica.” I take the water from her and eye her up, wondering if Nico has her sent to spy on my every move. We both head for the running machines, she sets off slow I don’t. I’m a full on and full in kinda woman, why go slow when you can run? Besides, I need to run off some of that sexual tension that is cursing through my body like wildfire, then I am going to leave this house of his, call Mia and head out for a breakfast of champagne and cocktails. Fuck Nico Santangelo and his store opening, until I am betrothed to him, I am and will be my own woman and one way or another, I am also going to plan how I can destroy Nico before our wedding day. That would be the ultimate, right to be in a position where I do not need to marry him, and my father is safe.
I plot as I run, and my plan begins to take shape.
My eyes are sore from lack of sleep, laying in bed thinking about fucking Nico Santangelo and not getting my six hours of sleep in, has left me feeling wretched and to make matters worse I am stuck in his house. I throw the covers off me and stand up and almost jump out of my skin. In the corner of the room, sitting on one of the chairs is Nico. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I glare at him, resisting the urge to go over and slap him in the face. I could bust his jaw to be honest but I’m sure he’d fight back.
Yes, I have been trained and trained well by my father’s protection. He made sure from a young age I had all the skills to be able to protect myself growing up. My father had told me more than once, that being the daughter of a Don would bring its own dangers and that detail may not always be around. I have learnt martial arts, impressed upon me never to be used except for in self-defence. Having Nico sitting in the corner of the room like a damn stalker, a voyager that counts as self-defence, right?
“Strictly speaking, Princess it is my room.” Fuck now he wants to go into semantics with me, is he kidding me?
I let out a sigh and throw over a robe that seems to have magically appeared on the foot of the bed, it’s deep red like silk. God, I hope it’s not silk, I don’t do killing anything living just to wear luxury. “Well just leave will you, or do you want something? Is this morning the morning I am supposed to surrender myself to you, like a rag doll and you take what the fuck you want? Come on then, get it over and done with.”
He seems to find this amusing as his lips curve upward, his arms are crossed in front of his chest, his long, muscular legs on display with his shorts on. “When I take you, Princess it will be when you beg my cock to slide into your needy cunt.” He says it like he is some kind of sex fiend, which I am sure he is. He’s fucked enough women, he is always with divine, glamorous looking women, but a man like him, a man of his power and stature I am pretty sure has other types of women lurking in the darkest depths of New York City or anywhere else he flies to on his private jet no doubt.
“What do you want then because I am sure as hell never begging for your cock? We’ve been over this several times.”
“My new store opens in,” he checks his mobile I suppose for the time. “three hours. I want you there with me for the pictures.” Oh, what the fuck?
“You expect me to go and play happy couples with you for the opening of one of your new stores, are you fucking insane? I don’t have time. I have a workout to go to, a breakfast date with my best friend, who you dragged me away from last night if you remember.”
“I do remember, she’s not good for you, she will lead you astray.”
“Too late for that, Santangelo I am already led astray by myself, by my own needs and wants. I am a Gianluca, we have control over our own lives, unless of course a fucking Santangelo threatens a Gianluca. You know you only have me because you have my father’s life hanging over my head, right? How does that you make you feel, BIG MAN.” I spit the words out.
“Get ready, you can work out in my gym. You will cancel all your plans today and accompany me to the store opening. There will be a lot of press there and you are expected to behave as my fiancée should. Now fucking get to it, there is a wardrobe full of designer clothes for you. I suggest you opt for a black trouser suit and a red shirt; we will match.” He stands up and comes towards me, lifting my chin with his index finger, his thumb trailing along my chin. It sends shivers up and down my spine, I want to clench my thighs together. Fuck me, I hate this body of mine right now, the way it melts at his tender touch. And since when can a man like Nico Santangelo even be tender? My head almost follows into the palm of his hand. He removes his finger and thumb from my face.
“I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.
“You will do as you are fucking told and don’t ever back chat me again.”
“Or what, Santangelo? You’re going to put me over your knee and spank me?. Ha.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Lucky? I have heard all about your little perversions, how you like spanking.”
I glower at him, how much exactly does this man know about me? And since when has he been in every detail of my life, my private life I may add?
“Be ready in two hours. The gym is down the stairs, take the first door on the right and follow the corridor down, you will see some steps go down those and the gym area is there.”
“Gym kit, or do you expect I’ll work out naked and just a robe?”
“You can work out naked, I don’t care. However, there are workout clothes in the closest. You will see it is fully stocked to cater for your every whim.” He leaves me with my breath catching in my throat and my nails wanting to scratch his smug, superior face.
The door closes behind him, softly. Still thwarting at the nerve of this man for now dictating my otherwise planned day, I turn to the double doors to the left of the bed and open them. A light pops on, not too bright but enough that I can a large room decked out with rails and rails of clothes. From long dresses, pants suits, blouses, coats, jackets and at the very end an entire wall of rows and rows of shoes. I gasp, I thought my own walk-in closet back home was impressive, but it has nothing on what Nico has provided for me. Mm, I don’t think it’s anything to do with caring an ounce about me and more about what I will look like on his arm, it’s all about his damn, precious image. How can a Don even have an image? It disgusts me and here he is opening flagship stores for men’s clothing and legalizing his other businesses. He will always have the underworld, he will always have scum running around like sewer rats for him, that will never change. Yet, I can’t resist as I walk further into the closet.
Labels by Chanel, Prada, Gucci and some I have never even heart of, the fabrics are soft to touch, my fingers trail along them and the shoes, oh my God the shoes, all colors, all designs, some sexy and some straightlaced like a school mistress would wear. I pick one up, it’s my size. It seems that Nico Santangelo knows everything about me, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a dossier locked away somewhere in his safe with my name stamped on it.
In one of the red wood drawers I find running shorts, yoga pants, sports bras, sports vests, he has left nothing out. I select a lime green bra, matching yoga pants and open another draw where I find an array of sweatshirts and head off to find this gym of his.
The house is gigantic, it’s silent I don’t even hear the maids at work as they dust and wipe the banister down, their eyes remain downcast. What they can’t talk to me or acknowledge me? Fuck that.
“Good morning, ladies.” They blush and act as if they are not sure what to do. “It’s fine to speak to me, in fact I insist.”
“Yes, Queen.” One says, a timid looking woman in her forties I’d say with beautiful glossy brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes large like saucers as if God himself has just spoken to her.
“I am not Queen. You can call me Lucky. And that will never change not even if Nico tells you otherwise. Do not ever address me as Queen.” I stop myself from spitting out that I will never be his Queen, only on paper but by any other means, never.
They nod and continue to clean, I walk down the large staircase and follow the directions he gave me. When I finally reach the bottom of the stone steps that lead to a glass fronted door, I am impressed with all the gym equipment he has and two running machines, exercise bikes, state of the art equipment, he has cross trainers, rowing machines, this is a gym worthy for a marine core.
“Water, Ms Gianluca?” I get a shock at the sound of a voice behind me, it’s low and sweet. I turn to see a young girl about eighteen or nineteen years of age standing behind me, slim maybe a bit too slim with long, wavy dark hair. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Angelica, I am Nico’s second cousin. I am staying for a few weeks; my father has business in town. Er, Nico sent me down to the gym to make sure you had everything you needed.”
“Thanks. Nice to meet you, Angelica.” I take the water from her and eye her up, wondering if Nico has her sent to spy on my every move. We both head for the running machines, she sets off slow I don’t. I’m a full on and full in kinda woman, why go slow when you can run? Besides, I need to run off some of that sexual tension that is cursing through my body like wildfire, then I am going to leave this house of his, call Mia and head out for a breakfast of champagne and cocktails. Fuck Nico Santangelo and his store opening, until I am betrothed to him, I am and will be my own woman and one way or another, I am also going to plan how I can destroy Nico before our wedding day. That would be the ultimate, right to be in a position where I do not need to marry him, and my father is safe.
I plot as I run, and my plan begins to take shape.
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