Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He strode into the cool interiors of the house, bellowing his wife’s name,

‘Proserpina!’ He thundered, ‘WOMAN!’

‘I think Mumma is in the kitchen’ said Ria and then, clinging to him, burrowing her face in his neck, she went on in a small voice,

‘I think she heard about Alfred.’

Proserpina stormed out of the kitchen, her hair flying behind her like a brown banner.

“RIA!’ she shouted, ignoring the fact that the little girl was pretending to be asleep on her father’s broad shoulders,

‘RIA Delano!’

Lucien’s lips twitched despite himself.

His Woman looked so adorably fierce, but he knew that he only had to grab her in his arms, and all that violence would peter away.

But Proserpina refused to meet his eyes now, as she commanded icily.

“Do you know what your precious daughter has done?’

And then, taking a deep outraged breath, she went on,’ She has broken the nose and a couple of teeth of a boy who works on the grounds…’

And when Lucien continued to stand with the child in his arms, she demanded,

“PUT HER DOWN LUCIEN, THIS MINUTE.’

‘No Pappa!’ wailed Ria clinging fiercely to him.

And then, turning to look at her mother indignantly, she said,

‘I hit him cos he said something nasty about you. HE SAID YOU WERE PESKY.’

‘PESKY?’ Proserpina repeated, looking flummoxed.

Ria nodded her head vehemently, her golden curls flying across her face with the force of her action.

Both her parents stared at her, dumbfounded.

‘Pumpkin,’ began Lucien gently, but Ria was not done.

‘No, Pappa, I asked Phillippe what it meant and he covered his face and his ears went red and he said it was a bad word. ‘

Now Lucien was beginning to guess where the conversation was heading but before he could intervene, Piers stepped up importantly and said,

“Silly, the word was ‘SEXY. He called Mumma sexy and that is a Very Bad Word .’

***

Proserpina

It hit me at the same time; the youth in the garden who would sometimes appear at the doorway into the kitchen, his eyes bold and familiar as he stared at me. I had noticed him on occasion because he tended to make me feel uncomfortable but I had also dismissed it.

He often had a sly, knowing smile on his face but I had dismissed the idea that he was ogling me although I had felt it on more than one occasion.

After all, everyone knew how lethal Lucien could be.

Most of the others dipped their heads respectfully when I met them. No one was allowed near the pool or close to the house; another of Lucien’s rules. Only the security people who circled the house with their weapons, who were extremely professional. And yes, young Phillippe’s father and his uncle, with their gap-toothed warm smiles. I knew them well but they were very cordial and polite.

This youth had been a recent recruit, his small eyes and greasy hair, the way he swaggered when he saw me; it had all seemed the ways of a young teenager. Now I shuddered.

Lucien had already put Ria down and was moving away, a wave of purposeful anger in his stride. I feared that he might march into the hospital and finish what his daughter had begun.

I tore after him, ignoring the fact that my hands were covered with flour since I was baking a cake. My way of releasing stress was to rush to the kitchen and do something.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Lucien! I cried in panic,’ Lucien, wait,’

I grabbed his jacket sleeve, and he turned on me furious and scowling.

“What is it now, woman?’ he demanded roughly,” Do you want to throw your arms around him and kiss him as well?’

Rage flooded me. Unmindful of the kids who were watching open-mouthed, I swung my fist at him.

But he easily grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back, pulling me flush against his hard body…

“Come with me. Woman,’ He gritted between his teeth and practically frogmarched me to the study. Slamming the door, he stood, pressing me into the door as I panted, furiously,

“How dare…’

He stopped me by bringing his mouth down on mine hard, slanting his lips and kissing me forcefully, biting my lower lip. I struggled but then gave up. Sliding my arms, cake batter and all, around his neck, I relaxed, surrendering to him.

After a while, he raised his head and stood, leaning his forehead on mine.

“You have cake mix on your chin,’ he growled and licked it.

I shuddered as his tongue snaked out, licking my lips and I felt myself begin to get wet again.

But I needed to explain.

“James and I…’ I began but he silenced me, placing a thick finger on my lips, and sucking my lip.

‘I know…’ he growled.’But when I see you with any man, I do not know what comes over me. I trust you, my little Woman..’

His hand slipped down, sliding into my jeans, roughly parting my waistband, and I gasped as two thick fingers stroked my clit and slipped into my now-wet sex.

He grunted.

“Aah. Soaking wet for me, eh?’ he growled hoarsely, rubbing his hard shaft against me.

“Stop it, you horny man.’ I dimpled, pushing him away half-heartedly.

‘I have a cake to bake.’

‘Someone else can do it?’ he grunted almost hopefully, tugging at my jeans but I stopped him, gripping his powerful, bunched arms.

“Lucien, that boy…’

And when his eyes glittered in malice, I said,

“Please, do not…’

He breathed heavily and kissed the tip of my nose.

“That fellow will be taught what it means to lust after the Boss’ woman.’ He said flatly, stepping away from me and rearranging his shirt.

I stood up straight.

He turned to me and said impatiently,

‘Run along, woman. Go and bake your cake or something.’ And seeing the look on my face, he came closer and kissed me passionately again.

“I might have to teach my SEXY woman a lesson later today, I think.’

I dimpled at him, sighing in relief. I did not want him to kill a misguided boy.

‘Yes, Sir.’ I sighed against his mouth and he grunted.

***

When I returned to the kitchen, my children and Beatrice were sitting, looking very worried.

Ria burst out,

“Bea was going to put the cake in the oven. I stopped her. Just in time..’

I shook my head in exasperation.

“Rai, sweetie,’ I said carefully, kneeling beside her as she sat, perched on the stool, swinging her legs, solemnly licking the cake spoon. Claude bellowed in outrage. Any sort of gesture of affection I made to anyone but him, was met with a strident protest.

He began to toddle in our direction at top speed.

“Ria,’ I said, taking her chin, square and firm like her father’s,

‘Please do not go about hitting people with baseball bats.’

I sighed as she frowned and asked,

“But he was mean. He laughed at me. And said something wicked about you, Mumma.’

I kissed her head and prayed that she would not get into some real danger.

Claude had reached us by now and showed his fury by sinking his pointed gums into Ria’s hand. She slapped him off and there was mayhem again. Piers leapt in to support his twin.

When order was finally restored and the cake was safely in the oven,

I sighed and went up to my bedroom. I needed to relax. All that excitement had made me feel drained.

Sighing, I changed into my shift and dozed off.

Only to come awake to a pair of large hands stroking my body, gently.

‘Payback time, woman.’ Growled Lucien as he turned me around and proceeded to make gentle love to me.