Lucca: Azzarra Crime Family Book Two

by Kiara Woodson

  I looked over at Nico, who was shaking his head. “Listen, Izzy, Lucca’s not Robert. Robert’s a worm. He ditched you. You’ve tried to call him about a hundred times, and he’s never picked up. That tells you everything you need to know right there. Lucca is standing right in front of you, he’s Italian, he’s the boss of his family, and he’s saving your ass.”

  Izzy screwed up her face. “Well, I guess if I have to have an arranged marriage, I could do worse. I can’t believe that it’s happening in two days, though. How did Rafaela manage that?”

  I looked over at Nico. “Who is Rafaela?”

  “Our mother.” He took a deep breath. “Don’t ask.”

  Okay. So she called her mother Rafaela and Benito was called “father.” Very strange.

  “Mom managed to get everything together by working her ass off,” Nico said. “I think that you need to start appreciating what everyone is doing for you here. You’re the one who got knocked up, Izzy. You’re the one who has chosen to live off our father’s dime. You have to accept the consequences of the choices that you have made, and Lucca is one of those consequences.”

  She finally sighed. “Oh, this is great. I’m going to be married to a godfather. Yippee.”

  It felt weird to be referred to as “godfather.” I was 31 years old, for the love of God. I always thought of a godfather as some old guy in a hat. That wasn’t me. I was a capofamiglia, a boss, not a godfather. “You’re going to be married to a boss,” I said to her. “Get that straight.”

  “Boss, godfather, it’s all the same. You’re a criminal, just like my father. But, who cares, right? As long as my baby has a father. A father who is basically the first goombah my father could drag into my loft. And nobody is ever going to be the wiser, right?” She rolled her eyes. “My father, I swear he’s in the dark ages with his ideas. So I got knocked up and I want to raise the baby on my own. So what? I have the money to do it. What’s the big deal?”

  “The big deal is that you don’t have the money to raise the child,” Nico said. “Our father gives you the money to live on, and that same father is going to cut you off if you don’t play like he wants you to play. You know this, so why are you arguing about it?”

  “Because it’s worth arguing about. I hate that he controls my life so much.”

  Nico looked like he wanted to strangle his younger sister. “Again, Izzy, if you don’t want our father to control you, you know what you need to do. Go out, get a job, stop living off of him, and then he can’t say a goddamn thing to you about anything. I mean, he can say what he wants, but you can just tell him to go to hell. Like I did. Now, you’ve made your bed, and you’re going to lie in it.”

  She just stared at Nico for a few minutes, her green eyes narrowing. Then she looked over at me, and went back to her canvas. “Well, this whole thing is under duress, I’ll have both of you know this. But I’ll go along with it. Even though I’m going to be completely embarrassed in front of all those people. They’re so nasty. They’re going to be talking shit about me. But I guess I better go along with it. God knows I don’t want to have to go out and get a job. I’ve never worked a paying job in my life. I don’t think that I would even know how to do anything at all.”

  I took a deep breath. I couldn’t quite believe that I was going to marry this girl, and, suddenly, my life was laid before me. I was going to be with this ditz while pining away for her beautiful, sexy and spirited sister.

  This wasn’t going to be good at all.

  Twelve

  Isabella and I were married that Saturday. The sham went through in a church, of all places, and was attended by at least 100 people. I didn’t have time to invite many people, and, truth be told, I wasn’t anxious to invite anyone. Gianni and Grace did show up, however, as did Antonia, Sofia, Juliette. None of them was happy about this, but they all understood.

  “You’re taking it for the team,” Gianni said to me. He showed up to the shindig with Grace, who just gave birth to their son, Giorgio. The little baby was named for our father, and it was fitting, because he looked like our father. With his face crinkled up and the wrinkles on his forehead, he resembled a little old wizened man. I could tell that he had Grace’s eyes, for they were blue, and a full head of dark hair, which could have come from either Gianni or Grace. They also had Trina, Grace’s daughter, in tow. She was getting to be a beautiful little girl. She was dressed in a little white dress, her natural dark curls tied on top of her head with a little red ribbon.

  “Yeah,” I said to Gianni. “Thanks.” I personally blamed Gianni for this whole mess. I was perfectly happy living in Sicily, working as a low-level soldier who had little responsibility. I felt pressured to take this job because Gianni wanted me to so badly, and I really didn’t think it through. Now, here I was, marrying the sister of the woman I lusted after more than I had ever lusted after a woman. My life was going to consist of seeing Bianca everywhere I looked – at family dinners, at family holidays, when she came over to visit her sister, just everywhere. And I didn’t think that I would ever get the vision of her naked body out of my head.

  Yes, this marriage was going to be a lot of fun.

  Bianca didn’t attend the wedding, but she was at the reception. And I had to admit, the dress she wore was sending a message to me. The message was this is what you cannot have. It was bright red, super short and clingy. Her voluptuous breasts almost showed through the dress, and the dress clung to her perfectly flat stomach. Everybody could see her perfectly firm legs and rounded ass, for the dress leaved nothing to imagination. On her feet were a pair of red pumps that showed off her pretty little toes, which were painted in white.

  Her hair was piled on top of her head, and she didn’t seem to be wearing a lot of makeup. No matter, Bianca didn’t need much. The only makeup that I could see was red lipstick, which emphasized how full and pillowy her lips were. How perfectly kissable they were.

  She passed by us while we stood in the reception line, and she kissed me on the cheek. I felt my skin burn where her lips touched me.

  “Congratulations,” she said to me. “Welcome to the family.”

  I swallowed hard and wondered about the prospects of an annulment. I fantasized about running out of that place, hand in hand with Bianca. I realized that my dick was hard in my pants, and it had nothing to do with my new wife. Nothing at all.

  As Bianca walked away, I tried to keep my eyes off of her. After all, my new father-in-law Benito was standing right next to me. So was my new mother-in-law, Rafaela. Rafaela and Benito were like night and day, really, as far as personalities go. Rafaela was warm and funny. She had a wry sense of humor and seemed to be sincerely welcoming me to the family.

  “Ah, but you don’t know what the hell you’re getting yourself into with that one,” she said, referring to her daughter. “But I wish you luck. You’re going to need it.”

  I glanced down at Rafaela, who was wearing a black dress that had a shoulder cut out. She was in her fifties, but she had kept fit, and she really was an attractive woman. She looked over at Bianca, looked over at me, and she smiled. It looked like she was suppressing a laugh.

  I sighed. Rafaela knew. Izzy probably knew as well. I imagined that everybody in this hall knew. It was probably obvious that I wasn’t looking at Isabella at all, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sister.

  I just hoped that Benito didn’t notice. Ah, but maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t care.

  I had to remind myself, though, that the ruse was that I was the father of Izzy’s baby. That didn’t look good that I was lusting after Izzy’s sister while she was carrying my child. So, I studiously took my eyes off of Bianca and tried hard to concentrate on the other guests who were filing through the hall and greeting Bianca and me.

  The guests were finally all in the hall, were seated and presented with the catered meal. It consisted of either Marsala Chicken or Trout Almondine with a side of Fettuccini Alfredo and a salad. The people who were vegans were treated to a vegetable
loaf made with lentils, peas and carrots and their pasta had a red sauce. Dessert was a cannoli or cupcakes from the cupcake tower that stood on the table and served as our “wedding cake.” Izzy was drinking wine and champagne and I wondered if I should have tried to stop her, but decided that it was none of my business.

  “Yeah, she’s drinking,” Rafaela said to me as she leaned over. She, herself, had a scotch neat, which is what I usually drink as well. “What can you do? I’ve tried to lecture her, but she won’t listen. Thank god most of these people have no clue yet that she’s with child, otherwise there would be some serious pearl clutching by a lot of these people. By the way, once the whole sad story is known about Izzy’s baby and everyone assumes that this is a shotgun wedding and you’re the proud papa, you probably should at least try to be more discreet when you’re looking at my other daughter. Just sayin’.”

  I felt blood rush to my face. “It’s that obvious?”

  She gave me a look that said bitch please. “You could put your eyes back in your head now. I know that Bianca looks amazing, and, truly, I don’t care if you try to pursue Bianca behind Izzy’s back. Just because you got blackmailed into becoming the official daddy of that baby doesn’t mean that you’re stuck with trying to have a real marriage with Izzy. Just try to keep it all on the down-low, okay? That’s really all I ask.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Izzy’s mother was telling me that it was okay that I pursue Bianca. I shook my head. I was quite sure that Benito didn’t feel the same, and that was the man who mattered. If the shit ever hit the fan, and my dick ended up swinging in the wind, my whole company could come crashing down around my head. I needed this marriage to work, at least for now.

  Izzy leaned over to me. “Well, we might as well give these idiots a show, huh?” She sipped her champagne, and I noticed that her words were slurring. “I bet if these people knew that I was knocked up, they would come over here and knock this drink out of my hand. Can you imagine? It’s perfectly okay to kill people, extort money and commit crimes, but have some alcohol when there’s a bun in the oven, oh no!” She laughed as she drank some more. “To that, I say fuck them. Now let’s go and have a dance.”

  I cleared my throat. “Izzy, I don’t think that these people are that dumb. This wedding was put together in a matter of days. Of course most of them are talking about you being knocked up.” I looked around and did see several women who were looking at Izzy with disapproving looks and shaking their heads. Then I had to laugh, because Izzy was right – we were all complicit in doing any number of nefarious deeds, so Izzy having some champagne while she’s pregnant should be the least of anyone’s concerns.

  Then again, the unborn child is an innocent party. The people we killed generally were guilty of something. Maybe that was the distinction.

  “Hey everybody,” Izzy said, taking the microphone in the middle of the dance floor. “My beautiful husband and I are going to have our very first dance!”

  Everybody applauded as Green Day’s The Time of Your Life started to play. I guess that was a good song for Izzy to choose, but it was a little bit difficult to dance to. No matter, Izzy and I swayed to the music for the first few bars, and then everyone joined in.

  I looked for Bianca, and I found her across the room. She was talking to a guy, and I felt a sense of jealousy rising up. I sighed and tried to concentrate on Izzy. It was our first dance, and I had to at least make people think that this sham marriage was real. I looked around and saw that people were watching us, and I didn’t want anybody to get suspicious.

  The song ended and another song began – Etta James’ At Last. I supposed that this as also supposed to be a song for Izzy and me, but I really wasn’t feeling this song. The first song, the Green Day song, was pretty neutral. But this song…it was unmistakably a love song. A pure love song. And I looked down at Izzy and felt nauseated. Not that she was unattractive, because she wasn’t. She looked like a younger Bianca, but skinnier and with smaller breasts. The girl probably didn’t weigh 100 lbs, but she was undeniably beautiful.

  The reason why I felt nauseated is because she was clearly the wrong sister.

  I looked over and saw the right sister coming to the dance floor with the guy she was talking to. She sashayed onto the floor, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her no matter how hard I tried. Her tight curvy ass, which was perfectly outlined in the skin-tight dress she wore, undulated to the slow song and her beautiful toned legs swayed perfectly to the music.

  She was soon facing me on the dance floor, and our eyes caught. I felt my heart race as she looked up at the guy she was dancing with, said something to him, and then made her way over to Izzy and me.

  “Can I cut in?” she asked Izzy.

  Izzy nodded and smiled. “Sure, if I can go over and dance with Giovanni,” she said. Apparently the guy who Bianca was talking to across the room was named Giovanni, and he probably worked for Bianca’s father.

  Izzy went over to Giovanni, and Bianca and I locked hands. I put my hand on her backside, right above her ass, and took a deep breath. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and I leaned into her. I had a hard-on that I couldn’t control, and I wanted her to feel it. I knew that she could – as much as I tried to hide it when I was really excited, it was extremely difficult to do.

  “Very nice,” she said, pushing her body against mine. “Are you going to save that for me, or are you going to give it to my sister tonight? After all, it is your wedding night. That’s supposed to be the time of your life, isn’t it? No pun intended.”

  “You know the answer to that,” I said, knowing that I had to have Bianca soon. I could tell, just by looking at her, that she wanted it as much as I did. It was in her eyes. “This is all yours.”

  She swallowed hard. “Meet me in the restroom in five minutes.”

  At that, she dropped my hand and walked off the dance floor.

  I looked around, seeing how many people were paying attention to what was going on. Specifically, I wanted to see if Benito was paying attention. Benito was going to have my balls in a jar if I embarrassed him, but, after having such close contact with Bianca, my cock was on fire. It was uncomfortably on fire, and I knew that I had to have her.

  Even if I had to risk people seeing me follow Bianca into the bathroom, I was going to have her.

  Izzy came back over to me after having danced with Giovanni. “Hello, hubby,” she said. “How was the dance with Bianca?”

  I said nothing. I was so wrapped up in thinking about my planned rendezvous with Bianca, that I couldn’t speak. “Good,” I finally croaked out. This song is going on forever. I knew that Bianca told me to wait five minutes, but I wasn’t going to. I was going to wait until this song was over, and then I would go into that bathroom. There was no way that I was going to be able to wait the full five minutes.

  The music finally stopped and I spun around. “I have to use the restroom,” I said to Izzy. “I’ll be back soon.”

  I walked rapidly to the back of the room and out into the hall. I knew that there were two restrooms that had stalls and one that was completely private. It was the restroom that families were supposed to use when they had to change diapers and such. I assumed that Bianca was in that one.

  I knocked on the door to that restroom, and, sure enough, Bianca answered the door. “What took you so long?” she asked, pulling me into the room. “God, I want you.”

  I immediately put my lips on hers, feeling her mouth scorch mine. That was how it felt – scorching. Like my entire body was on fire. I touched my crotch, feeling my rock-hard dick, and I hoisted her up on the vanity.

  She leaned back, throwing her legs up in the air, exposing her beautiful pussy, which was exposed by her thong underwear. I removed those panties and planted my head between her legs. I gently licked and bit her outer folds, reveling in tasting her wetness on my tongue while she moaned. I spread her open wide and my tongue licked and sucked her inner walls. God, she tasted and smelled amazing
. Her pussy walls started to pulsate and Bianca moaned louder as she grabbed my hair and pulled.

  “Oh, yeah, yeah, fucking yeah,” she said in between moans. “My god, you eat pussy well.” Her legs started to shake as she wrapped her feet around my back. I spread her open even wider and put my fingers inside of her while my other hand was planted firmly on her ass. My tongue went from her ass to her pussy and back again. Both were completely tight, and her pussy was soaking wet.

  After I made Bianca scream a few more times, I unzipped her dress and flung it on the floor. Her breasts swelled against the material of her bra, which was red lace and could hardly contain her voluptuousness. I unfastened her bra, which fastened in the front, her beautiful breasts came spilling out. Her glorious tits were so large compared to the rest of her, and, when I put my mouth on them, I knew that they were completely natural. I felt like I could lick and suck on her pearly nipples for the rest of my life, and I would die a happy man. A very happy man.

  I half expected her to push me off of her like she did before, but she didn’t. She just reared back her head and moaned loudly.

  “Goddamn, Bianca, you’re so beautiful. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen a woman who’s more gorgeous than you. Especially tonight.”

  She said nothing, but wrapped her legs more tightly around me as she screamed loudly. I briefly wondered if anybody was outside the door listening to us, but that fear was fleeting. So what if somebody heard us fucking?

  My inner voice told me to be careful, however. Maybe people could hear us, but I hoped that nobody saw me go into this restroom. I had looked around to make sure that there weren’t people who might catch me, and there weren’t, but I hoped that I was careful enough. Not that Izzy would care, nor, apparently, Izzy’s mother, but I knew that Benito certainly would. He didn’t seem the type that would take this kind of thing too kindly.