Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Her mouth dropped open, almost hitting the table as mortification tugged at her stomach. She turned and searched around just to be sure no one had heard.

“You do not know that!” She counteracted and took a sip from her glass of water, her face and neck already turning red.

“Oh yes, I do. Should I spill it out for you?” He asked, causing her to choke on her drink. “They are my perfect size and shape anyway!”

Rosana coughed and dropped the glass immediately. Once again, she looked around to see if anyone had heard but there was no one. They were all alone in the eatery.

“Just stop. You do not have to say that!”

“What are you ashamed of, hmm? It is only the two of us here” He responded and picked up his glass of wine. “Besides, I would still say anything I want if the whole f*cking world gathered around us. They ought to know that I own everything about you”

“Your hair, your eyes, your lips…” His voice deepened, turning grave. “Your p? ssy and every juice dripping out of it. Everything!”

Rosana swallowed against the warmth rising in her throat and pressed her thighs together. Butterflies had returned in her stomach and it made her skin tingle as heat flooded her veins. That was the effect he had on her.

“Is that why you brought me here? So you could say anything you want and make me uncomfortable?”

“Of course not, Amore mio. I brought you here to have dinner, just you and me.” He smirked and continued. “And if your definition of being uncomfortable is getting f*cking wet down there when I haven’t even laid a finger on you… Then I will stop talking”

Her face flushed and her mouth dropped open. How did he know about that? She wondered as her pulse kicked into high gears. He was insufferable and a lunatic!

“I. Am. Not. Wet!”

“Seems I was wrong then, I will continue talking”

She swallowed against the warmth rising in her throat and blurted out. “No, stop… Please!”

She couldn’t take it anymore. If he continued talking, she would be a pooling mess before they were done with dinner. They had not even started but her p? ssy was already throbbing and begging for a release.

“Unless you admit you are f*cking wet down there, Bambolina. Tell me you are dripping wet for me”

“Yes!” She blurted out and squeezed her eyes shut as mortification tugged at her stomach. “Yes, I am f*cking wet for you!” He would never f*ck her unless she was willing to give herself to him. Unless she was ready to take him.

“Are you happy now?” She asked irritably and glared at him. It was hard to believe he made her confess such a thing in a place like that. Rosana started eating and was surprised that Sergio was also eating the American dishes with her. He didn’t look like one who enjoyed the meals but continued eating.

“How was your day, Bambolina? I want to hear all about it!”

He wanted to know. She thought and felt something warm in her chest. Maybe he was not so heartless after all. Maybe he had a little warmth somewhere deep inside of him.

“It was alright. We visited a lot of places and I met people. Don’t think I will ever get used to them bowing to me all the time”

“They have no choice,” Sergio replied leisurely and took a sip from his glass of wine. “You are their Donna”

She continued eating silently and paused when she remembered the new bodyguard that was assigned to her. He was too cold and she didn’t need that kind of energy around her. The one from Sergio was enough and she had already gotten used to it.

“I do not want the bodyguard. Send him away”

“You need him, Bambolina.” He spoke calmly. “You need someone to protect you”

“I can protect myself. That is why I trained so hard,” She replied with a frown. One that Sergio found beautiful. “I do not need him!”

And now, she was acting stubborn. Sergio found that interesting too. A lot had changed about her over the past eight months and he knew more was yet to come.

“I know you can protect yourself but you need extra protection. Someone that can be watching your back”

“I can watch my ba…” She argued and paused when she figured out that there was no sense in what she was about to say. “Alright, fine. But he is gonna stay ten paces away from me!”

A chuckle escaped his throat and Rosana looked up immediately, surprise flaring in her eyes. He just laughed. Sergio De Niro just laughed! It wasn’t one of his dark and threatening laughter. It was warm and genuine.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She smiled in return, already in love with the sound of his laughter. It was foreign but wonderful. She wished she could hear it all the time.

“There was a man who whipped a girl, all for pleasure” She continued after he had stopped laughing. “He destroyed her body. It was a horrible sight to behold. Is that what all the girls pass through?”

“I know most of them are sl@ves. They were bought and now belong to us to use as we please but they are humans, not animals. When I looked at them I… I saw myself. I would never be happy if anyone did that to me”

Sergio watched the expression on her face and how she spoke sadly. She had a soft and beautiful heart, he noted. One that didn’t belong in the Mafia world.

“I ordered Ville to whip his a*s.” She continued, her annoyance returning in full force. “And then I ordered him out. If he ever steps foot in there or hurts any more girls, I will have him dealt with.”

The smile on Sergio’s face widened once he heard that.

“Do whatever you need to do, change whatever needs to be changed, and execute anyone that does not follow your command. You are the Queen. You have the power. Use it however you please. But do not forget that whatever you do has repercussions”

Rosana blinked and stared at him. Was that Sergio or someone else? She wondered.

He had taken her out for dinner, asked how her day went, listened to her, laughed, and now he spoke to her at such length. Someone check the weather in hell!