Married to the Mafia Boss

Carmine

The house is silent as I lie in bed in a room on the guest floor. It’s not far from Arianna’s room, and all I can think about is that kiss. That perfect kiss and the exquisite feel of her lips against mine. My tongue slid into her hot mouth and explored it.

I think about everything-how she smelled and trembled slightly in my arms as we pressed ourselves together.

I’ve already rubbed one out tonight thinking about her, settling between her legs and making her mine.

I want to taste the sweet nectar between her legs as we make love.

I turn over and try to close my eyes. I am driving myself insane thinking about her and wondering if she is thinking about me. Was it a spur-of-the-moment thing? Pushed by adrenaline because I saved her life? Or is this something she’s been thinking about for a while? We’ve flirted a lot over the years, especially in the last weeks, but neither of us has crossed that line-a boundary put between us by Alessandro and the rest of the men in the family.

They would kill me if they knew we kissed. It wouldn’t have had to be more than a sweet kiss. They would cut my dick and balls off and mount them as a reminder to anyone who dared touch Arianna without their permission.

I try to settle down, trying to think about anything but Arianna.

Morning dawns bright and rather intrusively. I must have dropped off without realizing it because it doesn’t feel like I’ve been asleep for long.

I get washed and dressed and walk downstairs to the dining room, where the family is settling down for breakfast.

“Carmine,” Alessandro greets me, “you have the day to yourself today. Arianna will be with me, and my guards will take care of her.”

I nod. “Thank you, Don Sorvino.”

“We can go grab some chow on Fifth then,” Dominic says, already shoveling food into his mouth.

“You’re having breakfast,” Alessandro points out, “and you’re already thinking about more food.”

“A healthy man’s got to eat,” Dominic shrugs, and I grin.

“Fifth sounds fine,” I say, pouring myself some coffee from the pot on the table. “I’ll skip breakfast then, though.”

“Chicken,” Dominic says with a mouth full of food.

Arianna joins us, though she doesn’t quite meet my eyes. “Good morning, everyone.”

Everyone murmurs their good mornings.

Once breakfast is done, Dominic and I go check out some of the businesses around the city, stopping at sites where construction is taking place and doing a few cash pickups for the family.

It’s around one when we reach the bistro and sit down, ordering a bowl of pasta each.

“I’m telling you, Dom,” I continue our conversation, “it wasn’t like they were trying to kill her. My gut tells me they aimed for me and meant to kidnap her.”

“There’s a hit on us. It’s nothing unusual,” Dominic says, tucking into his pasta.

“Well, at any rate, with the amount of time I’m spending with Arianna, I may as well marry her,” I joke.

Dominic’s face immediately goes dark. “Not a fuck,” he growls. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re joking. Joke or not, you stay away from my sister, Carmine. You’re there to protect her and only protect her.”

I hold my hands up. “Easy, man, it was just a joke.”

“Don’t joke about Arianna.” Dominic spears some pasta onto his fork and puts it in his mouth.

“You make me sound like such a bad guy. I’m not that bad, Dominic. I treat women well.” I go back to my food.

“I’ve known you most of our lives,” Dominic says, sipping his wine. “And you’ve always been a player, man. There’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near Arianna.”

We eat silently for the rest of the meal, and you could cut the tension with a blunt knife.

“Carmine, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest.” Dominic wipes his mouth on a napkin and looks at me seriously. “You understand?’

“I’ll always be honest with you.” The first lie I tell him.

“Are you making moves on Arianna?” he asks, staring at me.

Without missing a beat, I chuckle. “Oh man, don’t take life so seriously. I’m not making moves on your sister. I’m not suicidal.” The second lie I tell him.

He nods, sips his wine, and pushes his bowl away. “Good, ’cause I’d kill you, family or not.”

I nod gravely. “I know you would.” My voice is low and quiet, but he hears me.

We don’t have to pay, so we get up and leave, not talking again until Dominic bids me goodbye at the house.

I walk in and look around. Alessandro is nowhere to be seen, so I check upstairs for Arianna. Did they go out?

I pass Helena and smile. “Hi, Mom. Did Arianna go out with Alessandro?” I ask.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“No, she’s around somewhere in the house,” she says with a wide smile. “Alessandro and Katya have gone out to meet with friends.”

Friends. That means they’re doing family business. Alessandro doesn’t have any friends.

“I’ll look around for her then,” I say, glancing at my watch. It’s not too late, so she shouldn’t be sleeping. I go upstairs to her bedroom and knock on her door. “Ari? Are you in there?”

I wait and knock again, but there’s no answer. Hesitantly I open the door, but the room is empty. I frown and walk around the house. I check the various rooms, living rooms, dining rooms, and even the kitchen. I check the garden, and it’s only while I’m out there that it dawns on me that Arianna wouldn’t wait for me to get back to go off and do something.

I hurry to the garage, and as I guessed, her Impala is gone. I take out my phone and dial her number, holding my phone to my ear. It rings, but there’s no answer. I try again and again, but she doesn’t answer at all.

I plug into the family’s phone tracking service and ping her phone. She’s near Long Beach-she’s gone racing.

I look at the cars available in the garage. If something happens to her, my head will not only be on the chopping block, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

I take the keys off the neatly named hook and climb into Alessandro’s jaguar. I could take one of the town cars, but I want to get there fast, and the jaguar is fast. Its sleek black body will race through the streets with ease.

I take off, and in no time, I’m on the motorway toward Long Beach. I keep my phone on the tracking service. She’s moving, but it’s around an isolated area. She must be in a race or looking for one.

I curse her under my breath, knowing that she could be attacked at any time. I put my foot down so that the jag shoots forward, the force pushing me back in my seat.

I’m not Arianna. I’m not a professional race car driver, but I’m a damn good one, and I can definitely navigate a fast car when the need arises.

I take the exit toward Long Beach and weave in and out of traffic, my mind focused on finding Arianna.