by Cala Riley
I wonder if Bash would let me.
I look at the man currently occupying my mind and find him smiling warmly at me.
“Tesoro, you look tired. You want to take a nap with me?”
The mischievous gleam in his eye makes me question his motivation. I glance back at the table and see literally everyone giving us knowing looks.
“I am quite tired. There’s been a lot going on the past couple days.”
He chuckles.
“Let’s get you some rest then.”
He pulls me out of my chair and just as we turn the corner from the kitchen to head towards the stairs our friends let out a bunch of cat calls. My face heats at the attention.
“Assholes!” I call back, but I can’t help the smile on my face.
Hell, I want to cheer at the fact that we are together. I never thought this gorgeous, strong, fierce man would ever think of me more than a piece of ass. Then he went and surprised me. He loves me.
I won’t lie and say that doesn’t scare me to death. I should be afraid of what his love means. The last man I was with thought it meant he had the right to beat me. Something in my heart tells me Bash is different. He has never tried to hurt me. Instead he has risked his own skin to save mine. He is everything Ryan wasn’t.
He is mine.
He pulls me into our room and closes the door behind me.
“Now, where were we?”
I smile as he starts to whip his clothes off.
“If you want to keep those clothes, you better start stripping.”
I quickly undress and stand in front of him.
“Come here.”
I walk to him and he pulls me into him before kissing me.
“I should be gentle with you. You are still hurt, but I can’t.”
“Who said I wanted gentle? I prefer you when you when you don’t hold back. Give me what you have. All of it.”
He growls and crashes his lips into mine. He picks me up and literally throws me on the bed. I close my legs refusing him access.
“Open up.”
I shake my head and bite my lip.
“I said. Open up.”
He attempts to force my legs open, but they just close again.
He leans back and looks at me. I see the frustration in his gaze mixing with the heat. The perfect mixture for him. I learned in the beginning that if I really wanted him to lose control, I needed to push him a little. Pent up sexual frustration leads to hot, hard, and dirty sex. The most delicious kind.
“What is my little minx up to now?”
“Disobeying you.”
I see the wicked look in his eye.
“Does my little minx need a spanking?”
I shake my head, but I feel myself grow wet at the thought of it.
“Open up.”
“No.”
“Have it your way.”
He yanks my legs off the bed and turns me over. I don’t even fight him. I know what is coming and I want it.
Smack!
I moan out at the first smack. He rubs the spot he just hit.
Smack!
“I love it when you are dirty. I will always give you what you want, baby. You just have to ask.”
Smack!
He reaches down and pressed two fingers into me. I arch my back at the feeling. He goes to withdraw, but I push my hips back trying to keep him in. He chuckles.
“Hold on, Tesoro. I’ll take care of you.”
He positions himself behind me and presses into me. The hiss on his breath brings a smile to my face. I love that I affect him that way.
“Damn. Also, so tight and wet for me.”
I push my ass higher in the air as he thrusts into me. With every thrust, I meet him our bodies slamming together giving me a bite of pain that increases my pleasure.
“Harder!” I gasp. “Fuck me harder Bash!”
He grips my hips and increases his pace. He slams into me harder with each thrust. Each thrust causes me to float higher and higher. I feel the familiar building of energy as my clit throbs. One of his hands grabs my hair as he pulls my head back. He kisses my shoulder, then my neck, then turns my head and kisses my lips.
“I love you so fucking much, Sofia. You are mine. You will always be mine. No one else’s. Ever. Always mine.”
“Yours.” I repeat as I relish in the tingling pain caused by his hands pulling my hair. “Always yours, Bash. And you are mine.”
“Fuck yes I am yours. There will never be another. Only you.”
He lets go of my hair and moves his hand to flick my clit.
“Come with me, Tesoro. Now!”
He rubs faster as his hips piston into me. My eyes see stars as I burst into my orgasm. I scream out and I am sure the whole house hears. Moments later, I feel him come inside me, the hot spirts of come coating my inside. Claiming me as his own. I shiver at the thought.
Mine.
Bash is mine.
He collapses on top of me then rolls off me to pull me against him.
“I mean it, Sofia. You are mine. I will kill anyone who ever lays a hand on you. If they even blink at your wrong, I will have their eyes. I am extremely protective of what is mine.”
I bask in the after-sex glow.
“I’m okay with that. You are mine too, though Bash. That means I have no problem shanking a bitch if she comes close to you. You think you are violent? Let a hooker step to you. I swear to Jesus they will never find the body and I won’t even need Fox’s help.”
He chuckles.
“I love when you talk like that. It turns me on. There will never be another for me, Sof. You are it.”
His dick twitches against my leg.
“You are it for me too, Bash.” I reach down and grab him. “Round two?”
Bastiano
I pull a breathless Sofia onto my chest and start running one hand up and down her spine as she lightly touches my right wrist.
“You’ve never told me what your tattoos mean.”
“You’ve never asked.”
“I’m asking now. What does this one mean?” she asks touching my tattoo on my wrist.
“You can’t read Italian Tesoro?” I tease while pulling her closer.
“I can hardly speak it let alone read it! I didn’t grow up around it like you did.”
“That’s a shame.” I sigh.
“Come on, tell me Bash.”
“’ La famiglia viene prima sempre. Il tuo sangue arriva secondo.’ it means ‘The family comes first always. Your blood comes second.’ It’s the oath of La Cosa Nostra.” I tell her while watching her face closely.
“It’s beautiful.” She tells me while running lightly running her finger over it.
“All of our men have it on their right wrist as well. That’s how you know if they are with us.”
“Is it wrong to admit I’ve never noticed?”
“No, but mine is a little different than everyone else’s. See the olive branch weaving through?”
“mhmm” she hums
“That is the mark of the Catalini. All of us have an olive branch running through ours.”
“Why?”
“Back in Geraci-Siculo in Sicily where the Catalini’s are from we have grown and harvested olives for more generations than I can count. Our ancestors are very humble, modest people, but in more recent generations we have gotten our hands a little dirty. But we keep the olive branch to remind us where we come from.”
“That’s beautiful. Remembering your roots. Have you ever been there? To Geraci-Siculo?”
“I have, not that long ago actually. I took Grear there to live with our familiar that’s there. She’s staying with our grandparents, but its safer there for her where everything is up in the air here with me taking over. Besides both Grear and I agreed it was important for one of us to fully understand our heritage. Reports show she’s having fun, learning about the olives, and dabbling in other regional things such as sundried tomatoes and ricotta cheese, but I rather have her playing with food
than bothering with boys.”
“I bet you miss her.” She states
“I do.” She must hear a twinge of regret in my voice because then she starts picking out other tattoos and asking about their meanings.
“I’ve always wanted some ink.” She muses.
The only ink your getting Tesoro is an olive branch.
“Maybe that is something we can arrange one day, but it is serious. You have to really think about what you would want.”
And I would have to approve.
“I want to get something matching yours. I know I probably can’t get the same one, but maybe something showing I am tied to you?”
My heart boasts at her words. No other woman has gotten to me like this. Hell no other woman in the organization even has a tattoo showing which family she belongs to. I know right then that I picked the right woman. The only woman for me.
“I have an idea. I will have to get them to draw it up, but it will be perfect.”
“I trust you, Bash.”
Her trust and her love means more to me than anything in this world. I will never do anything to disappoint her.
In La Cosa Nostra it is family first then blood. That’s all fine and dandy. Sofia isn’t my blood, but she is my family. She will be my number one priority from here on out.
As she falls asleep in my arms, I make that promise to her.
You will always come first, even before this organization and family.
Epilogue
One Month Later
Bastiano
“Thank you all for meeting with us.” I glance around at members of the commission.
“Of course. Tell us, what is the meaning of this meeting, Bastiano?” Giuseppe of the Morel family of Chicago calls out.
“I called you here to ask permission to execute Fillipo Mascapano. He kidnapped the woman I love along with her two friends and held them captive. He did this in hopes of luring me in to execute me, which you know is a high offense.”
“Do you have proof of this son?” Charles from the Guiela family demands.
I grit my teeth.
“I saw him with my own eyes. His son died in the warehouse they were being held. All three women can describe him to a t. What more proof do you need?”
They hesitate. Then Frank from the Terranova of family from Detroit speaks.
“You know we placed this rule in place after your father executed several of his capos with no rhyme or reason. We don’t take these accusations lightly, but we also don’t want another massacre on our hands. We are trying to lay low. The FBI has done a great job of making the mafia seem extinct. We need to keep it this way.”
“So, you are denying me? He came after my family.”
Frank sighs.
“We are denying your request at this time. Bring us proof and we will condone it. If he makes another move on you, you have permission to defend yourself and your family how you see fit. With that being said, we deny the right to seek him out and execute him.”
“Thank you.” I bark out as I stand and leave the room.
What a joke!
My father always said the commission was full of pansies dicking around.
Seems I need to take matters into my own hands. Even if it means taking the commission down one member at a time.
Sofia
“Bella, you are glowing.”
I smile as Uncle Tony gives me a hug.
After taking a couple of days to rest, okay fuck, I went back to work against Bash’s wishes. He said I didn’t need to work. That he would financially support me. I couldn’t do it though. I actually love helping Uncle Tony. It’s the family business. Besides, Mia and Izzy went back to work too so it just seemed right.
“Thank you, Uncle. How are things here?”
I take a seat behind the desk in the office. Ever since Gina vanished, Uncle Tony has needed help with the books. Thankfully, I was able to step into that role. Especially since we have 3 new servers on top of Mia and Izzy.
“Good. The girls are doing good. Business has been better than normal. I don’t know what you did, but it has drummed up a lot of business for us. Those new specials seem to be working too.”
What I did was set us up on social media. Each day we run a different special. I post that special to the social media pages and share in groups and such. We get a lot more tourists now, which we weren’t reaching before.
That also means that Bash no longer holds his meetings here. I’m not complaining though. I get to see him every night. After everything that happened, he talked me into moving in with him.
Okay. He didn’t talk me into it. He fucked me into submission. After days of marathon sex in every position you can think of I finally agreed that it might be best for me to stay there. It doesn’t hurt that he wakes me with a morning surprise each morning. This morning it was his dick in my ass, something I am finding that I really enjoy.
I shake myself out of my thoughts.
“I’m glad. I am going to work on the books a bit then go out and help.”
“Okay, Bella. I will be out here if you need me.”
Hours later, a knock on the door pulls me out of the number filling my head.
“Tesoro, you look like you have been working hard.”
I look up and smile when I see Bash standing there in his thousand-dollar suit. He explained to me that they dress nice because they aren’t gangsters, contrary to popular belief. They are men who might do some questionable things, but that looking good and taking care of their family was equally as important. He also said it helped make them look more like business men, which was essentially what they were.
I didn’t care what the reason was. Bash wearing a suit was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had that meeting.”
“I did.” I see the frustration in his eyes.
“Didn’t go as planned?”
“Nope.”
I get up and round the desk.
“Shut the door.”
“Oh yeah? Why?” His anger melts into heat.
“I want to show you how much I appreciate you.”
He closes the door and walks closer. I see his pants are already tented.
“Look who is ready to come out and play.”
He cups my cheek and kisses me softly.
“I am always ready when it comes to you. I sport a hard-on every time you walk into a room. Hell, sometimes I just think about you and I’m instantly hard. You don’t know how gorgeous you are.”
“The more you say it, the more I will believe it.”
I nip his bottom lip. He stares at me right in my eyes.
“You are gorgeous, Tesoro. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Who said that you can’t have your happily ever after?
Mia
I watched Bash go back there ten minutes ago. There is no guessing at what they are doing. I swear those two are like dogs in heat. They can just glance at each other from across the room and BAM! Next thing you know they are nowhere to be found.
Don’t get me started on how loud they can be. The last time they were in public, they ran off to fuck in the bathroom. The whole store heard them. Thankfully Bash is rich or they would have probably gotten arrested.
I shake my head as I head towards the hostess stand.
“Hey Iz. Table 9 is clean.”
“Thanks, Mia. I sat you in the party room. Table 22.” She has a wicked gleam in her eye and I am instantly on guard.
“Who is it?”
“A surprise. Enjoy.”
I walk back into the party room and find him easily. Lorenzo Castello. Fucker.
“What do you want, Lo?”
“To talk.”
“I told you. I’m over talking. You made your point. I’m done.”
I turn and walk away. I am not doing this right now.
Lorenzo
“Mia!” I call out, but she keeps walking.
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nbsp; I really am an idiot. We had a friendship and I had to go and ruin it by kissing her. Then she started expecting more like most women do.
I shake my head as I get up to leave. She is obviously not going to talk to me tonight. I head to the door and Izzy gives me a strange look.
“You just got here.”
“Seems Mia isn’t in the mood to deal with me tonight.”
She chuckles and I start to leave.
“You need to get your shit together, Lo.”
I swing around and glare at her.
“Excuse me?”
“You are being a dipshit. If you care about her, get your shit together. A girl like Mia won’t hang around long. Soon enough some guy who sees her worth is going to snatch her up then you are going to be left with your dick in your hand.”
I don’t respond. I just turn to leave. Truth it, I want Mia, but I’m not good enough for someone like her. She is innocent. Perfect. She has been tainted by this life enough. If I claim her as mine, she will be ruined.
I can’t do that to her.
Stay tuned for book two in the Mafia Royalty series, Mafia Underboss.
