Romeo The Mafia Casanova

Dominic tightened his grip on her, stretched before he opened his eyes, and looked down at her. “Good morning.”

She peeked up at him. “Good morning.”

He rolled them until they faced each other on their sides, but he didn’t release her.

“Dominic, I have to go to the bathroom.”

He sighed and released her. “Go.”

She rolled from the bed and took a step. “Ouch.”

He looked at her. “Remember, you have some cuts on your feet. A few of them were deep, so I put butterfly bandages on them to stay off them as much as possible.

She nodded and walked away on her tiptoes. Fuck, she had no idea the sunlight hit her body in the nightgown, showing the outline of her figure. Jesus, she was fucking beautiful. After the bathroom door closed, he rolled to a sitting position, grabbed the phone on the nightstand, and called down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, this is Dominic. Could you send up a tray of breakfast for us, please?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you for the one we had last night. She fell asleep before trying anything, but I thought it was delicious.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He hung up and called Graham.

“Hey, how’d it go last night?” Graham asked.

“Good. I got her taken care of.”

“Faith is anxious to meet Rebeka.”

“I was thinking about that. She doesn’t know how much her life has changed, so I want to keep her in the room for a few days until she comes to grips with it.”

“Smart move. You don’t want her to try to escape without knowing and understanding everything.”

“No, I don’t. I have to leave sometime today to check on my lounges.”

“Do you have someone to manage it?” Graham asked.

“Yes. But I like to check in, and I’m renovating another one and want to check on the progress.”

“Just lock her in the room. She’ll be fine. We’ll check on her.”

Dominic turned his head when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. “Hey, I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

“You got it.”

Dominic put the phone down and turned to face her. He could tell she heard some of the conversations. Her arms were wrapped around her waist, and he could tell she was upset.

“I want to leave.”

“You can’t.”

“So I’m a prisoner here, too?” Rebeka asked.

He hated the tears in her eyes. He sighed. “For the time being, yes. It’s to keep you safe, baby.”

“Why?”

“Baby, I don’t think you realize the position you’re in.”

“So tell me.”

“The man who thinks he owns you won’t stop until he finds you.”

“What if I go to the police?” she asked.

He snorted. “That won’t help. His father has some friends in high places.”

“I’ll pack a bag and leave town.”

“You’d have to move around for the rest of your life. How are you going to support yourself?”

He could tell she was frustrated and trying to hold back her panic. “I can’t say it plainer than this. The life you had before last night is gone. You’re not alone. Now, you have both families and me to protect you.”

“For how long?” she asked. “I can’t just live in someone’s house for the rest of my life.”

“You can. Sooner or later, we’ll move to my mother’s house. Eventually, you’ll be able to leave the house with several guards, but it will be a while. Your life is with me.”

“What if I don’t want you, want this?” she cried.

“You’ll come to care for me and the family.” He stood, walked to her, and grasped her shoulders when she tried to pull away. “I think, eventually, you’ll realize you’re better off with us and me.”

She shook her head. “You think I’ll enjoy living with the mafia?”

“Yes. Once you learn everything you have here, you will become good friends with my sisters and Beth, Alastair’s wife. You’ll never have to worry about money or a job again.”

“But I’ll have to worry about people gunning me down.”

He almost rolled his eyes. “You have a better chance of getting hit by a bullet on your own than with us. Both houses are always heavily guarded.”

She pulled away from him, and he let her. He watched her walk to the window and stare out at the yard.

“I’ve got some food coming up. I’m going to shower and get dressed. Do not open the door.”

He walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and pulled off his clothes. He started the shower and brushed his teeth before stepping under the water spray. It took him a minute to wash. Usually, he liked to stay under the spray for a while, but he had too much to do.

After drying off, he got dressed in clothes Graham had brought the night before. The white shirt and black pants fit him well, but he’d still want to get his clothes.

He glanced at the pile for Rebeka and decided it would be better if she stayed in the nightgown. She’d be less likely to make a run for it. He put the clothes on the back of the closet on the top shelf where she couldn’t find them. If she did, there was no way she’d be able to get them without a ladder.

The first thing he saw when he walked into the bedroom was Rebeka peeking out of the door. He waited with his arms crossed over his chest.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

At one point, he thought she’d run for it, but all she did was sigh and close the door. She gasped when she turned to see him standing there.

“I’m glad you made the right decision, baby.”

“This doesn’t mean I won’t try in the future.”

“I’m sure you’ll think about it, but I’m warning you now, I’ll chain you to the bed if I have to.”

He gritted his teeth when tears filled her eyes. “I’m doing this for you. Not against you.”

“You holding me against my will is helping?” she asked.

“Yes. Because you have no idea how much danger you’re in.”

“I would say living with the mafia is dangerous.”

He sighed. “I know you’re tired. I have some food coming up. I want you to eat and then rest all day.”

“I’m not tired or hungry.”

Dominic rolled his eyes. “Then watch TV or read. There are several books on the shelf. If you don’t like any of them, I’ll have more brought up to you.”

“Where will you be?” she asked.

“I’ll be here most of the time. I’ll have to leave to check on my business, but the others will watch over you until I get back.”

She limped over to the window and looked out.

There was a knock on the door, and he opened it. One of the maids had a cart with coffee and food.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

He pulled the cart over to a small table. “Come here and eat.”

“No, thank you,” she said without turning around.

“You’re going to eat something. I won’t have you starve yourself,” he said.

“Why do you care so much?” she yelled and spun around to face him.

He sighed when he saw the tears that ran down her face. “I just do. I don’t know what to tell you. If you’re good today, I’ll let you meet the woman. A few of them have been in your shoes. They’re happy now.” He held out his hand. “Come here, baby.”

She walked over to him and set her hand in his. They both looked at each other when he felt sparks as they touched, and from the look on her face, she sensed something, too. For some reason, he knew something shifted between them.

Dominic cleared his throat and released her. “Would you like some coffee?”

She sat down on one of the chairs and nodded.

He set a cup in front of her and then uncovered the tray he set in the middle of the table. There was fresh fruit, Danishes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. He was thrilled to see her eyes widen and brighten. “Do you think you could eat a little?”

She glanced up at him, sighed, and then nodded.

“Good, I’ll make you a plate.” He piled food on a plate and set it on the table in front of her before getting his plate. “Just take your time and eat what you can, baby.” He wanted to say they had all the time in the world, but he knew that wasn’t true.