Dealer and his Bestowed Bride (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 2)

by Avery Hawkes

  After I regained some use of my body, I punched back, aiming for his side. One of the punches was effective, making him hesitate. The window was enough for me to gain the strength to throw him off balance. We rolled around on the ground, as I tried my hardest not to put pressure on my bad side, but there was no use. I tried to work through the pain, Piper's face the only thing in my mind. I had to win for her.

  The gun in my hand moved to aim at Robert's head, but he tried to wrestle it from me. Eventually it fell to the dark ground.

  There was a scuffle as I reached down to where I thought it was. Robert kicked it just out of reach with a maniacal smile.

  “You think you can win, Rossi?”

  Another punch hit my face and then my bad side. I crumpled, seeing white as the pain hit me.

  “You think you can force a woman to marry you and get away with it?” He yelled. The piece of shit seemed to notice my weakness, so he jabbed me in the side again, right where I had bruised and broken ribs.

  He had gained control over me again, pinning me down and pummeling me. The pain was so great that the sides of my vision were starting to blur and grow dark. I tried to get a punch in, but it was no use. I was weak from the car crash and I wouldn't be able to make it through the fight.

  I hoped to all hell that Piper was driving away and that she'd live a life outside of the Mafia and my family. I imagined her on a beach somewhere with a Mai Tai in one hand and a book in the other. She would be happy, I hoped.

  Bang.

  I thought the gunshot had been Robert finishing me off. Blood sprayed against me and I wondered if it was my own- if I was dying. However, the only pain I dealt with was the one in my side and when I glanced up at the man who had been jabbing me just a few moments previously, he had a gaping hole in his scalp.

  He wavered, the creepy smile still on his face. Then, slowly, he fell down against me. His lifeblood emptying onto Armento’s fine suit. When I pushed him off, I looked up at the woman standing above me.

  She was crying, tears running down her face and onto her blood-spattered dress. I watched as her chest struggled to rise and fall as though she had just come up for air.

  I tried to wipe the blood from my face, then knelt, wincing from the new damage on my side. I stumbled and Piper caught me. We both looked down at the dead man below us.

  I didn't feel anything as I stared at his body. Piper threw the emptied gun down on him like it was poison, then turned to me.

  "Come on, we have to go."

  We grabbed whatever looked helpful from inside the house. A new pair of clothes for me, food for the road, our passports and Piper’s phone. We left the guns. Both of us were sick of death and metal.

  We fled the house before any more mafia showed up, running down toward the rental car. It was still there, waiting for us on the dark road. I tried to open the driver's side, but Piper wouldn't let me.

  "You're hurt." she said. "Like hell I'll let you drive."

  I grumbled but there was no time to argue with her like I would’ve otherwise. We both got into the car, the engine breaking the spooky silence of the countryside.

  Piper stepped on the gas and we flew down the twisting roads. I opened my window and looked out at the house as it faded into the distance.

  We were free.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Piper

  I shot up in the dark, gasping for air. My dreams were filled with death, fire and Robert laughing at me as he held a lifeless Luca in his arms. For a second, I didn’t realize where I was and the tight space was distressing.

  Then all the memories came back. Driving the rental down the dark country roads of Italy, getting to a train station and finding tickets for an express train out of the country. It was overnight to Paris. From there, we planned on paying cash for tickets to South East Asia.

  We were two people, hunted by the Mafia and on the run.

  "I'm here," Luca kissed my forehead, his warm lips lingering against my skin. It was comforting to be next to him, to smell him and feel him. It helped distract me from what had happened in the Tuscany vineyards.

  "I'm afraid," I whispered back, letting my fingers weave through Luca's.

  "Shh," he said, tipping his head down to look into my eyes. They were red from crying, but Luca leaned in, kissing each eyelid. It at least made me smile. It wasn't long before our lips met once more, the familiar feeling of longing rushing over my body.

  "Do you think they will find us?" I asked after pulling back a few inches.

  Luca shook his head as he ran his fingers through my hair, trying to soothe my nerves.

  "A-are you sure?" I asked, visions of blood and metal still in my mind.

  Luca nodded.

  "We’re safe. If anything happens, I’ll protect you."

  I grinned and gave him a large kiss on the cheek before pulling him closer on the bunk. The air in the train cabin smelled damp, but I was happy that no one shared our cabin and could overhear our conversations.

  His face hovered over my own, smiling down at me. It was comforting to have him so close, his arms wrapped around my body. Luca pinned me down against the cot, crashing his mouth with mine. Our tongues mingled together, the taste of Luca's breath irresistible to me. There was something about Luca that made me weak in the knees and I couldn't explain the reason for it. The reason didn’t matter.

  I pulled at his shirt like I wanted to rip it off, but Luca took the cue quickly and pulled it off over his head. It went flying across the small compartment. The cold air made his nipples hard, and he pressed his abs up against me. I groaned, warmth starting to radiate from my womanhood.

  "I’ll protect you," he whispered. Luca's voice rumbled in my ear. Without thought, I reached down and grabbed at Luca’s manhood through his pants. He moaned at that, arms wrapping around me before kissing me again. I could feel his hardness against my smooth palm.

  I couldn't take it, wanting so badly to be one with him. Realizing I wanted to be exposed in front of him, bare for him to see my nakedness, I reached down and pulled up my dress. I wasn’t wearing any panties. I had taken my underwear off when I had used the restroom on the train before bed. I was stark naked in front of my new husband and I had never felt so amazing.

  Lowering himself down on top of me, Luca kissed my lips deeply while fumbling with his trousers. They came off with a little bit of trouble and fell to the floor near the bunk.

  "I want you inside me.” I whispered to him.

  “Not quite yet,” he said in his usual teasing manner.

  His head lowered down my body, planting kisses across my torso. I bit my lip in pleasure and clutched the sheets, knowing what was coming. Soon after, I felt his breath on my pussy. It was warm and inviting. Slowly, he used his fingers to separate the lips of my slit, taking in the beauty of my fully exposed cunt.

  The first lick was like heaven. At that moment, everything changed for me. There was no Mafia after us, no terror, no pain. There was only us.

  His slick tongue glided over my clit, tracing circles around it until I was driven insane.

  As he did that, his hands moved to massage my inner thighs. His head bobbed up and down slightly as he lapped up my pussy. I moaned, letting the pleasure wash over me. There wasn't anything I wanted more than to be one with Luca, to have him fuck my brains out.

  Fingers soon lingered around my opening, making me gasp in surprise. The sensation was amazing and not something I was used to on the bumpy overnight train. His rough hands ran fingers around the area, warming me up. The man licked and kissed the small cherry in-between my legs, which encouraged me to relax and enjoy my pleasure.

  All the oral sex in the world couldn't prepare me for the cold finger inserted into my body. My nerves went crazy and I held in my breath. Luca let his head rise up from eating me out.

  "You like that?" he said. "Just wait until you have my cock."

  I breathed out, long and slow, wanting so badly for him to just get on with it already. The finge
r moved out of me, massaging the opening once more for a few moments before returning inside me.

  The tease.

  "Please, I want you," I moaned as Luca paired the fingering with his mouth. It was strange to have someone pay so close attention to my pleasure but Luca knew what he was doing. He massaged me in a way that made all my tension go away and made me open up for more.

  As soon as Luca sensed me relaxing, he upped his game. His finger left my pussy, again moving along my exposed flesh to tease me, then two fingers pressed up against my vagina.

  My hands moved down to grasp at Luca’s curly hair. I let out a moan, something deep within me stirring. Luca's fingers moved in and out of my body, as he licked me, making me want more.

  It was working.

  "I want your dick inside me," I moaned, "Please, Luca."

  Luca glanced up at him as he nibbled at my folds. "Not until you come," he said.

  Luca started to move faster, his fingers picking up the pace. Two soon became three, making me gasp at the blankets around him.

  A pressure started building up inside of me. I could feel my heartbeat start to quicken and my body tense. He thrust into me, feeling me from the inside, tasting my cunt. I wanted to stay like this forever, to make love to him every day.

  Was that what I was feeling?

  Love?

  The feeling of pleasure swept over me like a tidal wave at the thought. I held on to the sheets for dear life as my back arched in pure ecstasy.

  “Oh my god!” I screamed. He didn’t stop to tell me how loud I was being, but seemed to become even more into it. My pussy throbbed as wave after wave hit me. I moaned so loudly it echoed through the room and probably all around the train.

  Slowly, the waves started to become shorter and I finally relaxed against the cot.

  Luca stopped licking me, focusing solely on fingering my opening. After a few more thrusts, he let his fingers slide out and massage my inner thighs.

  “Was it good?” he asked, wiping his mouth on the sheets. He had that cheeky smile on his face that I loved. I nodded as I stretched my arms up over my head.

  Moments later, he leaned in to kiss me on the lips, forcing them open with his tongue. I accepted gladly, breathing in the sweet taste of my own pussy. Below, Luca's hands were massaging me again, getting me ready for what was to come.

  Luca pressed his cock against my hole, swirling his head down there to tease me once more. The nerves of my womanhood were going crazy both from feeling his girth and my recent orgasm. Slowly, he pushed in and out of me, watching my face as he did so. I moaned at the process of my fat lips being stretched to fit his large dick. It was like a slow dance, Luca pushed in and out, swirling his dick around my opening before entering again. I didn't realize how much I wanted to be filled by a man until I met Luca. It was all I wanted then, to be taken by my husband.

  Luca pushed further into me until his pelvis was pressed up against my pussy. He pressed in as far as he could go and paused as we both enjoyed being one. Luca planted kisses down my neck and propped my legs up over his shoulders. After a few moments, he started to move again, slowly pumping into me. I moaned at the hot sensations, his dick throbbing inside of me.

  Sure, Luca and I had had sex before. Dirty, alleyway sex that lacked that certain spark. But this, this wasn’t just lust. Instead of fucking me, Luca was making love to me.

  With each stroke Luca went deeper and harder, until my body opened up to his like a flower, practically swallowing his manhood.

  After a few minutes, he was pumping harder, making me claw at my pillow and moan for him to go faster. Luca growled and passionately kissed me, then turned me over so I was laying on my stomach.

  "Good girl," he growled into my ear, making me whimper in reply. I loved being taken from behind. He thrust his dick into me and reached around to grasp my breast.

  I could barely handle everything all at once. I let out a loud moan with each push into my body. My sounds set off a reaction in Luca; seeing me, his lover and wife, in the heights of pleasure being too much for him to bear. His cock pounded my pussy until an orgasm swept over him as well. He unleashed his load, groaning at the wonderful spasms that reverberated through his body.

  After a few more strokes, he pulled out of me and rolled over to lay next to me on the bunk. He was sweaty and trying to catch his breath.

  I was exhausted as well, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep on the small bunk we shared on the train. Soon, we’d be out of Italy and hopefully on our way to freedom. I’d need my rest.

  “Hey,” Luca said, kissing my forehead gently. He wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me close.

  It was strangely intimate- and for the first time, I didn’t feel the wave of disbelief that I had slept with Luca. This was what I wanted, to be with him, for him to hold me after we made love.

  “Hmm?” I replied, too sleepy to open my eyes.

  “So, are you still thinking about getting that annulment now that we aren’t business partners?”

  I opened one eye and grinned, then shut it. “We’ll have to see.”

  “See about what?” he asked.

  “See how you do as a husband.”

  He chuckled and rested his head so he could smell my hair, spooning me.

  “What does a good husband do?” he asked.

  “Let me think ...” I said dramatically. “He would rub my feet, cook me breakfast, reach things from high places, open jars …”

  “You’re telling me a trained military sniper can’t open a jar?”

  “Shut up!” I was giggling and poked him in the stomach playfully. He poked back.

  “What else must I do, oh master?”

  I placed a finger on my chin and as I tried to think of more stereotypical and silly things for our list, only one came to mind. My hand fell back on the bed and my breathing got faster.

  “He-he must love his wife.”

  I grabbed the pillow I was laying on and hid my face so he wouldn’t see how red it was. I felt Luca’s hand on my shoulder as he gently pried me from the pillow so I would turn to face him, with all my blushing glory.

  “Really, now?” he said, his eyebrows raised. “Hrrmmm I don’t know, doesn’t seem like the most husbandy thing to do.”

  “Let’s make a deal,” I said, trying to hold back laughter. “I’ll try out the wifey things—”

  “I expect you to rub my feet, make me breakfast, and open my jars too.”

  My eyes narrowed at him, but I went on, my heart starting to flutter. “—I’ll also love my husband. That is, if you’re up for keeping your side of the bargain.”

  He looked like he was trying to do calculations in his head for a second.

  “Deal,” he said.

  “Really?” I asked, looking up into his eyes. He nodded, his face close enough so that our noses were touching.

  “I love you Piper Rossi,” he whispered before kissing me.

  I kissed him back.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Luca

  Eggs sizzled on the tiny, one-burner stove. Breakfast wasn’t my strong suit; I was more of a lunch kind-of-guy. I scraped the scrambled egg along the frying pan, trying my hardest not to have uneven cooking.

  As I flipped egg over, I felt two arms inch their way around my body. Piper’s hands glided over my slightly-sweaty front. Her skin was cool and refreshing against mine. But I wasn’t quite used to the heat as much as she was.

  “Hey babe,” she rested her chin on my shoulder. She kissed my skin, her lips brushing against my tattoos. I could feel her breath against me, and it sent a stirring sensation down my cock. I wished her hands would inch down and touch me, but breakfast was more pressing. My mind in the gutter had caused the eggs to overcook on one side.

  “How did you sleep?” I asked her after clearing my throat and taking our breakfast off of the sizzling pan and onto a plate. I had prepared tropical fruits, toast, and eggs for breakfast.

  “Well,” she replied, grabbi
ng at a piece of toast from the plate and sticking it in her mouth. The woman gave me a playful slap on the ass and winked as she swayed over to our breakfast nook.

  Piper was beautiful. As I picked up our plates I watched the way she walked. Each step was graceful and feminine. The fabric of her nightgown was light, billowing behind her as she got to her chair and sat down. It didn’t leave much up to the imagination.

  My own sleeping shorts became taught. When I sat down next to her, handing her the breakfast I had made, her smile didn’t help on that front.

  Piper didn’t notice how hot and bothered I was by her mere existence. She crossed her legs on the chair, leaning forward to grab a book of crossword puzzles she had found on our way to our island home off the coast of Cambodia.

  Not wanting to bother her as she munched away on her over-done eggs, I glanced around the quaint bungalow that we now called our home. Piper had done her best to spruce up what had been a one-bedroom nightmare when we arrived.

  We had paid for the place under the table to an old man who couldn’t speak English. His seven-year-old grandson helped with the business transaction. It wasn’t a mansion with vaulted ceilings and crown molding, but it had its own charm.

  There was a small living area, with chairs and a couch. Near it was a bookshelf, where we collected all the English books we could find in towns around the area. Shells and rocks that we had gathered from the beach sat in a glass bowl on a coffee table.

  “What’s a six letter word for the capitol of Saskatchewan?” She asked, placing the tip of the pen she was using in her mouth.

  I thought for a second, tapping my fingers against the table. “Regina?”

  “Ooh!” she dove back into the puzzle with glee, making me chuckle.

  I was reminded that I forgot to pour us both coffee. I sighed and stood up for the table, planting a kiss on Piper’s cheek before turning toward the kitchen.

  “Two sugars in your coffee?” I asked.