Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Lucky
You would not believe it, but I have never been to Nico’s house before, simply because he is old fashioned which suits me just fine, and believes that his Queen to be will not be in his bed until the wedding night. For a man like him it is laughable don’t you think? I mean who lives by those kind of out-dated rules anymore?
Only, now in the early hours of the morning with a full moon gracing the dark sky at night, the car pulls up to large iron gates, they are imposing on each wall to the sides are lights that offer me a glimpse of what is to come. The driver presses some keys on a pad on the dash and the gates swing open. Inside are two men one on each side, dressed in black, they look built like brick walls, broad shoulders, mean looking faces and dark eyes. They make me shudder. A man who needs this kind of protection is a man who has many bad things going on. Like I don’t already know.
I throw my head back against the car seat. “What’s up Princess? I thought you wanted to see where I lived. I mean you’ve been telling anyone who will listen that you haven’t even seen the Santangelo home yet.”
“It was mere conversation; I have no interest in your property and those are hench men. Very welcoming.” My voice is dry. Anger is erupting inside me. What does he think he’s going to do with me tonight, I can assure you he will not be entering inside my pussy that’s for sure. I will never give myself up to this man.
His phone rings, he takes a look and places it to his ear. “Not good news then, keep looking. I want the bastard and make no bones about it, when you find who is responsible, I want to see him alive. I will deal with him personally. Get to it and there will be no sleep until you give me some positive answers.” He presses the red marker to close the call down.
“Trouble in paradise, Santangelo?” Purposefully my voice is draped with sarcasm.
“Not anything for you to worry about, Princess. I have it covered.”
“What has someone burnt a building down, one of your precious casinos, or wait one of your nasty little strip joints?” I let out a laugh, he glares at me, his brilliant blue eyes looking like thunder. And yeah, I know all about his casinos and those strip joints. Seedy little affairs the strip places. I made it a thing to do when I was back in High School to visit a couple of them. Mia and I had an obsession about going inside one, and for a while I had this notion to be a stripper for a night. Don’t ask me why, maybe it was the thrill of all those men looking at me, wanting me but not being able to touch me, taunting them until they felt like they were going to explode hot cum in their pants. The thought of bringing grown men down to their knees, panting and begging to see a body like mine. Perhaps I am warped, sick who knows but sometimes the dark seediness of life turns me on.
“It is none of your business.” He snarls at me. Very becoming. Not. And for such a good-looking man too, what a waste he is in this business a Mafia Don when he could have been so many other things. A politician with the money his family has behind them, or a lawyer, a business executive. Anything but a mobster, a gangster, a rich billionaire playboy who kills people for pleasure if they cross him.
“It will be my business, Santangelo when I am your Queen.”
“You will be only my Queen, make no mistake about that, Lucky Gianluca and you will carry my name. You will be dropping that devil’s name; it doesn’t suit me well.”
“I will keep it; I will have both names. You are not taking my name away from me along with my freedom you evil, sadistic son of a bitch.”
He raises his eyebrows at me. “You will be tamed, Lucky and you are dropping the name. No kid that comes out of your cunt will carry the name Gianluca. It pains me to even say it.” He turns away from me. Fucker. I want him to look at me, don’t ask why but now I feel like a scalded child who has been told to sit in the corner and be quiet.
That’s not the kind of woman I am. I like to be seen, to be heard. I am fucking Lucky Gianluca, the fourth and last child of the Gianluca family. When I have kids, they will take my name not this man’s name. He can think what he wants, I have my own plan going on and when I have kids, they will love me like their life depends on it. I will give them everything they need, love, time, freedom. They will not grow up into this business filled with scum bags, filth off the streets and pretending they are something they are not as they sip champagne with elite movie stars, models, politicians, bankers and lawyers. No, they will not be one of them if it is the last thing they do. In any case, like I’ve said before, Nico Santangelo will need to use a crowbar to get his cock inside me. I won’t surrender to a man like him.
The car drives over gravel, I can hear it crunching under the tyres until it stops. I take a look and see the most magnificent house I have ever seen; it looks like a palace with its turrets on either side and massive floor to ceiling windows out the front and a large, imposing door. Sunken into the ground uplighters cast a magical glow onto it. This is not what I was expecting. What was I expecting? Something more like a Vampire’s hell hole, dark, grey, drab, black even. A house from a horror story befitting for a man like Nico Santangelo. But this, this is exquisite. A heavy vine creeps up the house decorating it on the left with its glorious leaves, it is a fairytale.
Nico checks his phone again, I know whatever the business is he needs to attend to is taking up much of his mind, good. I want whatever it is to make him suffer and hope that someone has indeed burned his casinos to the ground.
The driver opens the car door for me and extends his hand. “Thank you.” I mumble. Nico comes round and places a hand to my lower back. It’s warm, strong and sends a shiver up and down my spine. What the fuck? How can his touch do this to me? I don’t want my body to react in any way to his touch, I want it to recoil but it doesn’t. He stands there for a few seconds too long.
“Come.” He commands me as he moves me forward. My heels are challenged on the gravel beneath me, and I stumble on my right ankle. Nico grabs me and in one swoop I find myself in his strong arms, hooked under my legs, and one arm around my waist. Instinctively, my hands wrap around his neck. He smells of expensive cologne and champagne. My head moves slightly close to his and I feel the scratchiness of his sexy stubble. Oh, for fuck’s sake, I don’t have time for this in my life. He is the last person I want to feel attraction for.
“I’ve got you, Princess.” His voice deep, gruff. Like he doesn’t want to have me in his arms but feels it is necessary.
“Put me the fuck down. I can walk myself, I only twisted on my heel.” I kick my legs.
His head turns, our lips are so close, I can feel the warm breath of his mouth so close to mine, my head is moving despite my brain telling it to behave, this is not the way I want to go with Nico Santangelo yet his face so close, let’s just say it is compelling. I wonder what he would taste like, I wonder how he would kiss me, if he is a good kisser. I’ve done my fair share of kissing, and I am yet to meet a man who makes me feel as if the earth has moved.
“Fine.” He places me roughly to the floor. “Walk your fucking self then.” He strides off towards the wide stone steps that lead up to what I am calling his palace and doesn’t look back, shocking me with the change from such closeness to this hard-nosed action. He’s a cunt out and out right, the darndest man I have ever come across. I’ll show this man who he can and can’t treat with respect.
And dumping me like that, who the hell does Nico Santangelo think he is?