Owning the Mafia Don

When Lucien stepped out of the shower, he found his wife standing before the walk-in wardrobe, looking downcast.

He raised a questioning, bushy eyebrow, and she looked at him mournfully.

‘Lucien,’ she sighed. “None of my bikinis fit me anymore.’

He threw back his head and roared with laughter. Then he crossed to where she stood, draped in a fluffy pink towel, and yanked it down. Forcing her unwilling body against the wall, his hands cupped her large breasts greedily, and soon he was nipping at them while she protested helplessly.

Finally, she pushed him away, face pink and said in a small voice, crossly,

‘Lucien Delano, are you even listening to me? … They do not fit and it’s not funny.’

She looked so indignant, and he smiled inspite of himself.

He ran his hands over her hips, drawing her close.

“Fine,’ he grunted. ‘Change of plan. I shall take you to the lake house instead.’

She looked up at him, studying him solemnly, her hands clasped in front of her, her lower body pressed against his strong chest.

She looked so innocent, so pure, damn him, but he wanted to destroy that, he did not deserve it…

Even as his face darkened, she raised herself on tiptoe and kissed his mouth tenderly. He grunted, his shaft was hardening and rearing up again. it needed to be pleasured. Smiling seductively, she reached down and took it in her mouth, licking the large head and giving a quick tug at it with her warm mouth before stepping back, giggling.

‘The kids will love it,’ she murmured, sucking at his lower lip gently. “Visiting the lake house, I mean.’ she added naughtily.

Aroused and excited with her touch, he began to kiss her urgently, his hands becoming bolder in the caresses. But she tipped her head back, laughed, and stepped away.

“Mmmmm…Mob Boss, I love you.’

He grunted and made to lift her to take her once again but she stalled him.

“Stop it, you horny old man,’ she dimpled as she darted away, picking up her large t-shirt and shorts as she disappeared,

‘I need to fix some food for my hungry kids!’

He groaned and hid a smile.

This was what family was all about, he thought as he dressed. Growing up in the back streets of Hollowford, he had never experienced this bonhomie and love, the squabbles and the laughter at the dining table.

Hell, there had never been any dining table.

***

“Why doesn’t Unca Schwartz come home now?’ Ria piped up at the breakfast table that morning as the family ploughed into their food.

Proserpina had rustled up banana walnut pancakes with smoothies for the kids and Piers was eating quietly, trying his best to read although his mother was always able to figure out when he was trying to do it.

“Mumma, are you a Supercop or what?’ he complained bitterly when she finally stalked off with his phone and tablet.

Proserpina had rules for the kids. No phones or gadgets during meal times. Lucien had initially been amused and later, he had come to love the little tussles between mother and twins over implementing the rule.

Now he watched his blonde headed son. The boy was not like Ria who wore her heart on her sleeve for most of the time, chattering away and winning hearts. Piers was reserved and almost analytical. Cool, calculating. And he adored Proserpina.

And then there was Claude, the little rascal.

He sighed in exasperation as he saw that Claude was surreptitiously pouring warm cereal over the puppy which was hovering close to Piers. The baby was chuckling as he did it and Lucien stopped to think; the child would become a sadistic monster. He seemed to have a streak of that in him.

“Stop that!’ shouted Piers, jumping down and running across to save his puppy. Ria jumped in and managed to get a swipe at Claude who roared in anger. Not in pain, he thought drily. Just angry for not having had the last swipe.

Proserpina who had disappeared into the kitchen to prepare a fresh stack of pancakes, sauntered in, looking drained.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Lucien had had enough. He did not want his wife to be stressed.

“Enough!’ he roared and the children froze. Piers and Ria slunk back to their seats while baby Claude looked around, wondering if it was a good time to begin bawling.

He thought better of it and belligerently stuck his thumb in his mouth instead as he glared at his father.

“I have created a brood of thugs,’ thought Lucien ruefully, catching his wife’s grin which she was hiding as best as she could.

“I am going to take you all to the lake house.’ He thundered, “But.’

And he met the eyes of the twins, who looked like they were about to burst,

‘But if you run around and disobey your mother,’ Proserpina was beside him and she gently stroked his arm to placate him,

‘I shall take your mother and go. You will all stay here with Beatrice, who will cook for you.’

Choosing that moment, the old woman appeared in the doorway, brandishing a spatula and glaring at the kids, who looked away hurriedly.

Beatrice’s culinary skills were poor and that was a kind way of saying it.

‘Will you take Claude?’ asked Piers hopefully, darting his younger sibling a nasty look.

But his twin sister stopped him by pinching his arm painfully.

Even as Piers jerked his arm away, with a loud,” OWWW!’ Ria took over.

“We’ll be very good, Pappa,’ said Ria, sidling up to him and climbing back onto her chair, looking angelic.

Proserpina chuckled softly.

The lake house was welcoming, and the children raced to the water’s edge, little Claude bellowing as he tried to keep up with his siblings. The maids charged after them. The security people had checked it out and were in full force, standing around and patrolling.

***

Earlier

It was Proserpina who had come up with a suggestion, s they drove to the house.

“Lucien,’ she whispered, Claude, nodding on her lap,

‘ Why don’t we invite Schwartz over for dinner ?’

He looked at her. He had been checking the texts on his phone and making calls. The twins were in the back seat, playing a subdued game they had invented.

His men were seated in front and he had a couple of cars with them, full of Beston’s men and Beston himself. The maids of course were accompanying them although knowing Proserpina, she would make sure they had a holiday too.

He reached up and touched his wife’s plump red mouth gently.

“Why?’ he growled.

She dipped her head and then snuggled closer to him. “I think Schwartz has a lady love.’

She dimpled happily as she gazed up at him.

He frowned and gazed into the distance.

Yes, he was aware that Schwartz was with a woman, but the nicer details were not in his ambit; the truth was, he did not care. Now his brows sharpened as he studied his wife’s hopeful expression imperiously.

‘Let me think about it, woman.’ he growled. A flash of disappointment appeared on her face but she sighed and buried her face in the baby’s hair and nodded.