Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
I hadn’t heard her laugh yet, but it was melodic. Though I’m a little jealous for not being the one who made her chuckle, I’m still grateful to have heard it.
Light conversation started at the table, as I loaded Mara’s plate down with fruits, biscuits, meat, gravy and eggs. I felt her hand touch my thigh, making my breath hitch. I had to close my eyes momentarily to take a deep breath before I opened them to look at her.
“I can’t eat all this, Luca.”, she whispered with a blush. “Then, just eat what you can, love”, I replied softly, pushing her bangs behind her ear so that I could see her gorgeous face. Mara blushed deeply at my action, satisfying me.
“So what happened to your face?”, Zera blurted out, disgust laced in her nasally voice. I glared at Zera, before turning to look at Mara. Marabella seemed to be trying to decipher Zera’s intentions. Which I know isn’t good. “You don’t have to answer that, amore (love)”, I whispered.
Mara looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before smiling softly, “No, it’s okay, Luca. I was attached on my walk home from work, I was lucky enough to defend myself and escape”, Mara replied simply, as she looked back at Zera.
“Oh no, that’s horrible, dear”, my mother gasped. “What happened to the men who attacked you?”, Zera asked, feigning sweet innocence. Marabella stiffened next to me as she gave Zera a cold look. “To hell if I know. Or care”, Mara’s voice was stern as she spoke. I fucking love it. My dick immediately jumped at the harshness of her voice. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Nor should you, bambina (baby)”, I commented, putting finality behind her statement and ending the conversation. Zera’s face paled when she realized she wouldn’t pull one over on Mara. Stupid bitch.
I placed my hand on Mara’s thigh, noticing she was still tense. She jolted slightly at the contact before putting her hand over mine and relaxing. “I need to talk to you after breakfast, Luca”, my brother Sergio said, drawing my attention to him. I nodded in understanding.
I noticed Mara was drawing soft circles on the back of my hand, as she ate. I don’t know if it was to calm her nerves or not, but it was calming mine. So, I returned the favor and drew smooth circles on her thigh.
Halfway through her plate, Mara sat her fork down. “You full?”, I asked softly. I had just finished eating my plate as well. “Yeah”, she nodded softly. “Good”, I smiled, as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “I need to take care of something really quick. It shouldn’t take me longer than thirty minutes. Will you be okay here with ma?”, I asked softly.
I know everyone can hear me, but for me, it’s just her and I. “Yes, of course. Go do whatever you need to do. I’ll be fine.”, she answered, her voice as silky as ever. She reached up and gently caressed my forearm. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, before bringing my lips to her ear and whispering, “I’ll show you around when I get back. I promise”, then placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
I stood up from the table, Sergio following suit. “You boys better get your butts to work”, I told my two youngest brothers. “Yes boss”, they replied sarcastically. When they looked up and saw my glare, they scrambled from the table and ran.
Mara broke out in a fit of giggles, as did my mom. When Mara looked up at me, her giggles only got worse, making a smile cross my face. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and sealing her mouth with mine. Her giggles immediately ceased, as her hand came up to grip my wrist that I held her face with.
When I pulled away, a deep crimson red tinted her cheeks. I smirked, “Your giggles are absolutely adorable, amore (love)”, I commented, making her blush darken.
My smirk amplified, as I left the table and led Sergio to my office. “You both seem pretty acquainted already”, Sergio commented as we neared my office. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips, “She’s fucking amazing.”, I muttered, shaking my head slightly. I don’t know what it is about her. But something about her draws me towards her.
“Is she now?”, Sergio smirked, as he arched an eyebrow at me. “Yes. So what do you have?”, I asked, as I sat at my desk and Sergio closed the door. “Well, her last name is Calsut”, he answered. “Yes, I already know that. What about the marriage certificate?”, I asked, feeling impatient, already ready to see Mara again.
“Damn, Mr. Impatient, yes here’s your certificate along with everything I found on her”, Sergio said, handing me a Manila envelope. “She’s a good girl. No record with the police. She started working at 16 years old at Nick’s sports bar, washing dishes and bussing tables. When she turned 18, she started cooking, but only recently did she start bartending, when she turned 21. She’s halfway through her third year of college, ironically, she is studying agriculture and architecture.”, he explained, while he took a seat.
My eyebrows shot up in surprise at that. A double major? “Her first two years of college tuition was paid for by scholarship for having a 4.0 GPA. She used the money she saved from her job for books. This year, though, she had to apply for financial aid. She makes monthly payments on her tuition.”, Sergio relayed.
