Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Nico
I zip myself up as Lucky wipes her mouth, gets herself together and goes to sit at the furthest point from me in the back of the limo. She glares at me, no doubt angry at herself for giving into me. A woman like Lucky Gianluca is fierce and strong, that unbridled passion and need for sex, however, governs her whether she likes it or not. She’s like a wild cat, like a bitch on heat, there is no sense or sensibility when her body takes over her mind and even the great Lucky Gianluca cannot override it.
I smirk at her. My phone rings. She turns her face away. “No words?” I ask her. Lucky tilts her chin up, I guess that is the last word, she makes it look like she was doing me a fucking favor. “Listen Princess and listen good, this is your life now. You have no choice. This, being King of New York is important to me.”
“Fuck yourself, Santangelo. There’s still a month until the wedding. Anything can happen by then. And this coming to get me like your little trinket to go to some swanky store opening event, it’s pathetic. Who gives a fuck if I am on your arm or not?”
“I give a fuck.” I yell at her. She doesn’t flinch.
“You’re nothing but a greedy shit, you want everything and then some. Don’t you have enough already?” Her voice is like ice. I don’t expect anything else. The phone keeps ringing. I check, it’s Tony.
“Hello.” I say not taking my eyes off Lucky, her hair is disheveled where my hands grabbed it, her lips are red and swollen from my cock. This look suits her, I make a note to shove my cock more often in her mouth. My brother speaks at the other end.
“It’s Carlos Monletto. The guy with Dario on camera. When are you getting back? Where the fuck did you go? Everyone is asking for you.”
Carlos Monletto, a snake, a would-be gangster, small time but from a big family. He’s small fry compared to us. It angers me that some punk is hanging with my brother and may be the fucker who has my stolen money.
“We need to pay him a visit. Get the guys ready and find out where the fuck he is. Did you get Dario to the centre?”
“Man, where are you? The press is hounding me and where the hell is Lucky, she was supposed to be here too?” I can sense the irritation in my brother’s voice.
“She’s with me, we’re on our way. Find me Monletto, I want to have a word with him personally.”
“We can handle Monletto, Nico. You don’t need to get involved. And no, Dario didn’t go he kicked up a fuss and managed to get away. Had one of his side kicks pick him up. Now we’ve lost him again too.”
“For fuck’s sake. I give you one job to do, and you can’t get it right. I’ll be at the store in ten minutes. Keep the press away from me when I arrive.”
I snap my mobile closed and rake my hands through my hair. Fucking Monletto, some snake in the grass punk who thinks he can shit on my turf and steal my money. We’ll see about that. Blood boils inside my body.
“Trouble in paradise, Santangelo?”
“Do you think it’s funny, Gianluca?”
“Not really, you’re pathetic chasing everything all of the time, it must be exhausting. It must be stressful, and I bet you have to watch your back constantly.” She’s right there, it is stressful, it is exhausting. Building an empire takes time, patience, dedication, passion. I don’t have what other men my age has, a family, BBQ’s on their back lawns but I do have New York City. Almost. In just a month the alliance will be sealed, and I will have the Gianluca family under my belt. My Princess will be mine; she will be the Queen of the Santangelo family. Even though Dario and Tony are against this arranged marriage, yet it’s not their call it’s mine.
The car pulls up in front of the store. “Tidy yourself the fuck up and do something with your face.” I tell her, my voice like stone. It’s not her fault, it’s the issue with Carlos Monletto and why the fuck is that drug trafficking bastard hanging with my brother? Obviously to sell him drugs, but if I find out that Dario has gotten himself involved with drug trafficking, I’ll personally beat shit out of him. We do not do drugs, that shit is for losers, I won’t handle it, move it or sell it. I will not be responsible for kids taking drugs on the streets, being killed over some white powder or heroine. The likes of Monletto are scum bags, their network of crawling ants abhors me. I need to wipe them off the face of the earth, they will be removed from the streets of New York, from my streets.
Lucky doesn’t argue back, I’m surprised. Usually, she has a bratty remark for everything I say. Instead, I watch as she smooths her hair down, retrieves a band from her small black purse and ties her hair up into a high ponytail. She reapplies some fresh red lipstick after taking out a wipe and removing the smudging from sucking my cock, her mascara wand thing comes out next. It’s fascinating watching a woman put on her make-up, don’t ask me why. Maybe it was all the times I’d sit with my mother as a kid when she’d be at her ornate dressing table, making herself up.
“Are you ready?” I ask her. “We were supposed to take you to my place to get you kitted into something different, but there isn’t anymore time. You’ll be fine as you are.” Even though I’d have preferred her in an evening gown for the event, she still looks good. Dammit Lucky Gianluca could wear a bin bag and look good, she has the looks, the slender, tall body, curves in all the right places and her face is that of a Madonna. Those high cheekbones of hers are prominent, her wide set eyes, she’s a vision, even though I don’t want to admit it, yet I can admire beauty when I see it.
“Fine.” So, we’re back to the curt responses, I can handle that. I can handle Lucky Gianluca, now she knows her place. My driver opens the door, I motion for Lucky to step out first. Elegantly she steps outside followed by myself. There are people on the sidewalk photographers start snapping away. Fuck, I told Tony to keep them out of my face.
“Be nice now, Princess and smile.” She gives them what they want, plastering a wide smile on her face. I rest a hand on her lower back and draw her into me. I can smell her fragrance, it has a hint of vanilla, I inhale she smells good. I move my head down to meet hers and press a kiss on her lips, she bites my lower lip.
“Fuck you, you little bitch.” I hiss at her.
“You deserve it, Nico making me get on my fucking knees.” I wave a photographer out from our face so he can’t overhear us.
“You wanted it, Princess don’t deny it. You couldn’t get enough of riding my fucking leg. You’re a little, dirty whore who needs sex to satisfy herself. I bet you play with yourself every night.”
“I have men for that, Nico. Don’t worry about my pussy she gets more than enough action. And then I have my toys, trust me, the way I fuck myself is better than any man could give me.” I guide her forward, feeling the tenseness of her body.
“That’s because you’ve not had me yet, Princess. Trust me, when I fuck you, you’ll know you’ve been with a man. You won’t ever need to fuck yourself again unless I instruct you to do so.”
“Whatever, Santangelo. Like I’ve said before, you’ll have to force yourself on me or rape me first, or fuck me when I’m stone, dead cold. I will never willingly give my cunt up to you.” I throw my head back; flashes go off from every angle. My detail stand behind us, in front of us and to our sides.
Then I hear it, a bang, a loud noise and a whistle. Without thinking, I throw myself towards Lucky. My detail throw me to the ground. “Stay down, Sir.” There is screaming and yelling. What the fuck has just happened?