Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“Two lovebirds?”

“Yes. You two have tainted every corner, every wall, every table, and every chair in there”

Rosana’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment as realization slammed into her. The two lovebirds Carmencita mentioned were Sergio and herself! They had countlessly f*cked around on every surface in the library, starting from the tables.

“I… Um…” She paused and laughed awkwardly, remembering the different times and different positions. “I am sorry, that was not my intention. Sergio… He, um… You know…”

“You do not need to explain yourself, my dear, you two can do whatever you want as long as it makes you happy and at peace with one another!” She smiled and nudged her towards the stairs. “Go on. You need a warm bath and a good rest”

*****

After taking a warm bath, Rosana got out of the bathroom and rushed after the food Viola had served. Within a couple of minutes, she had cleared up everything and was filled up. She decided to work a bit before going to bed.

“There is a gift for you, My Lady!” Viola said after clearing the plates. “I found it there when I brought in your food”

Rosana turned to the bed and furrowed her brows when she saw a red rose lying on the bed. She had not seen it the whole time and wasn’t aware it was there. Who could’ve placed it there? She wondered as chills ran down her spine, accompanied by a burst of adrenaline. There was only one person she could think of.

“Thank you. You can go now!” She spoke to Viola without taking her eyes off the rose.

“Good night, My Lady!”

After she left, Rosana got out of her seat and rushed over to the bed. She picked up the flower and inhaled its beautiful sweet scent with a smile on her face. Her eyes caught something else on the bed and she picked it up immediately. It was a short note.

??????{Meet me in the room beside the library and do not bother wearing any panties}??????

Her breath hitched in her throat as she read it over and over again. Even without his name on it, she knew it was from him. His handwriting was as neat and beautiful as always.

She couldn’t stop smiling as she walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed her coveralls. He had returned, so as the butterflies in her stomach. Also, there was this newfound happiness swirling inside of her.

She started taking off her underwear as instructed in the note but then, a thought flew into her mind. It was a dangerous one. One that could get her punished but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to get a reaction out of him.

With that in mind, she pulled her thong up and wore her red heels. Walking over to the bed, she picked up the flower and smiled before walking out of the room. Soon enough, she arrived at the library. Five more steps and she was standing in the next room.

He was in there! The thought of that alone caused her pulse to kick into high gear at the sudden spike of adrenaline. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. Her mouth dropped open.

She stepped further into the room and couldn’t believe her eyes. The famously French works, paintings by Italian, and Flemish Masters, and more contemporary pieces by other artists were displayed in the room. Those were the same artworks she had adored when Sergio took her to The Louvre Museum.

How did they end up in the mansion?

“I thought I was going to wait forever” Her heart skipped at the sound of his voice. “But you are finally here!”

Without turning to look at him, she smiled and looked down at the rose. “What is this place? What are all these artworks doing here? They were at the museum”

“I bought all of them. Each and every piece you looked upon for more than five minutes”

Rosana’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe it. Every artwork in the room had enthralled her and maybe she had even stared at them for more than five minutes. Had he been keeping count the whole time?Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“I must apologize they came late.” He continued and tucked both hands inside his trouser pocket. “I had to set up a gallery for you. And well, a place you can start drawing and painting once again”

Did he just apologize? Sergio De Niro?

As she turned around and faced him, her face went pale. Her heart stopped for a solid five seconds before it kicked into high gear and climbed its way up her throat. No matter how hard she tried to calm herself, it didn’t work because all she could see was red.

Blo? d!

He had blo? d stains on his face and shirt. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that it wasn’t his.

“W… What happened to you?”

“I k*lled some motherf*ckers” He answered and looked at her sternly. She was starting to tremble. “I slit their throats and drove a blade into their heads”

Rosana bit her lips and swallowed hard. She had known that already but it still shocked her to her bones. Maybe because she had not seen that side of him in a long time. She had even forgotten what it looked like.

“You have their blo? d all over you”

“The blo? d of my enemies, Bambolina. Take note of that.” He answered and walked over to her but she didn’t flinch a bit. “Does it scare you?”

She shook her head. “You kill a lot. That scares me.”

He smirked and caressed her face. “Every man will die eventually, Bambolina. They are only unfortunate to die by my hands.”

“That makes you a m*rderer, a killer”

“You underestimate me, Bambolina” He paused and lowered his face to her ear. “I am more than that”

His breath skated over her cheek as he drew her closer to his body. He was so much bigger, his body enveloping her until all she could see, feel, and smell was him. Lowering his head, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss.

She moaned into his mouth in response, needing more and deepening the kiss. He growled, his restraint slipping. With one hand digging into her hair, angling her head better so he could plunge his tongue in her mouth, the other trailed its way down her back and cupped her a*s. Rosana took the coverall off and captured his mouth again. She had forgotten about the blo? d stains on his face and clothes or the fact that he might have killed someone innocent.

Rising on her toes, she pressed further into him and moaned when she felt his hard c? ck digging into her stomach, the length of him only intensifying her desire. He had been away for two weeks which felt like two decades.

Sergio reached under her nightwear and grabbed her a*s. What was supposed to be a gentle squeeze turned into something hard and painful that made her groan.

“You disobeyed me” He growled and closed his hand on her neck, squeezing gently. “Were you trying to test me, Bambolina?”

She shuddered but couldn’t respond. It satisfied her to see that he was angry. That was the reaction she had been hoping for. Now, she couldn’t wait to get punished. The thought of that made her core clench over and over again.

He saw the defiant look on her face and smirked. She had gone prepared but didn’t know what he had in mind for her. “This will be way more than fun.”

“Take everything off!” He ordered and she did as instructed. When she bent down to take off her heels, he stopped her. “Keep them on. I wanna f*ck you with those heels”