Love In The Mafia (book 1)

chapter 46

Jasmine's POV *

Me and Marco were laying next to each other, his arm around my waist holding me close to him. I feel like hes scared just as much I am about what comes after the wedding. He'll have to give me up to the Scottish and he will have to say some things about me to say to sell it. Marco is many things but hes not a person to give up what he sees as his and he see me as his family, his girlfriend, his future and last night in the shower he broke down telling me that he see that. I dont know how he will respond to me being gone but I hope with Carlo and Layla they will keep him sane, for at least a little amount of time till I come back to pick up where we left off.

"buon giorno cara. come hai dormito?"(good morning darling. How did you sleep?) Marco said while slowly opening his eyes.

"oh mon amour, j'aurais aimé ne pas dormir."(oh my love, i wish i didnt sleep.) I said turning to face him. We both were smiling at each other and I lifted my hand up to his face and brushed the brown messy curls away from his face and let my hand hold his face. He leaned in and kissed my forehead before grabbing my waist and pulling me even close to him.

"Looks like someone regained his strength." I said looking up at him.

"Oh me? Yeahhh, totally. That totally didnt hurt like a bitch at all." He grabbed the loose piece of hair and put it behind my ear. He held under my jaw and pulled my face to his and kissed me softly on the lips.

Just in time to ruin the moment, Carlo busted into the run with a big smile on his face.

"Let's go, Marco. We have a place to be and if I'm late I'm gonna get killed." Carlo said. Marco sighed against my lips and gave them one last kiss before letting my jaw go and getting up out of bed. He grabbed a pair of Jeans and walked out the room hitting Carlo on the back of his head and muttering something to him that I couldnt hear. I got up and put on a quick outfit before going to go find Layla.

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It had been about 6 hours later and everything was finally perfect. The wedding was only an hour away from the house. The room was decorated with vintage looking furniture and vines and white roses. The room was dim only lit with candles and fairy lights. I wore a simple green dress and Marco wore a green tuxedo. Carlo wore a black tuxedo with a white rose in the little pocket. Layla wore a beautiful floor length white dress that was off the shoulder and flowy. Her brown hair was in its natural curls and it was half up and half down with little roses through out it. All of the family was here and Annie, Maylie, Valerie, and Ambrose. Everyone was wearing their finest clothing and  Crya was the flower girl. We all stood in our places and the music started and everyone stood. Crya came down the aisle throwing rose petals as she walked. After she was done she stood next to me and then Layla came down the aisle. Carlo's eyes started to water and a couple tears slipped down his cheeks. Marco and Carlo both stood tall and once Layla was almost to the end of the aisle Marco walked towards her and took her by the arm and pulled her into a hug, he whispered something to her before kissing her on the cheek and walking her the rest of the way to Carlo. Marco got back into his spot and Carlo took her hand and kissed it. The preacher said the traditional vowels while Carlo and Layla stared into each other eyes, both now had tears running down their faces and once the preacher was finish Carli grabbed her by the waist and picked her up and kissed her in the lips with so much passion and love. The crowd stood up and clapped as they walked down the aisle hand in hand. At the end of the aisle Carlo picked her up and kissed her as they spun in a circle. 

The after party was a mixture of sweet and sappy things. Though it was kinda funny see all the Italians drunk and dancing, for being serious all the time they actually got a break to dance, laugh,  tell jokes, and just be human for once without watching their backs. The bride and groom were now gone at their honeymoon and the night was slowing down. Layla wanted to postpone the honeymoon to be there before I left but we all convinced her that not only would she be safer but she also couldnt  be there to do anything anyways so she might as well just go have fun. She gave me tons of hugs and when it was time to leave she held on to me for what felt like a century and Carlo had to pull her off but she finally got into the car and waved goodbye to all if us and was on her way to Mexico. Marco was grabbing his suit jacket and I was waiting in the car when Kye came over to the door and taped on my window, I rolled it down and he leaned in.

"I hope your ready for what comes next." He said in a cool voice.

"How can you be ready for something like that?"

"You can't. But you need to try to prepare yourself for what can happen. If we dont sell this than it can be over for all of us."

"I will."

"Good. And plans changed, your leaving tomorrow morning at 7. This is your last night as one of us and with Marco, make it count. You dont know how long your gonna have to stay or even if you'll make it out."Kye stood up and started to walk away.

"I will. Oh and thank you Kye." He turned back to look at me.

"For what?"

"For saving my life the other night." He smiled at me word and nodded and then walked away back inside the building.

A few minutes later Marco came out and got into the driver seat next to me, he threw his suit jacket into the back. He turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway with one hand in the wheel and the other on my thigh.

    ♡♡Heres y'alls steamy scene ♡♡
(Not suggested for younger viewers. You have been warned, if skipped you will not miss any important details)

Marco walked with me inside, his hand rested on my waist. As soon as the door closed he pulled me in to face him. He stared at me for a moment before pressing my body against the door and kissing my neck. One hand was on the throat and the other was exploring my body. He bit my earlobe and whispered into my ear.
"Mmm, all the things I could do to you right now." He pressed his body to mine and stopped kissing my next to look down at me. My cheek burned hot and with his hand still on my neck  he kissed my lips biting the lower lips softly as the kissed ended.

"What do you want to do to me?" I asked softly.

"Voglio bloccarti al muro e fotterti finché domani non potrai più uscire di qui.Voglio farti urlare il mio nome mentre ti scopo. Voglio trascinare una lama lungo il tuo corpo mentre ti scopo con una mano sulla gola e ogni volta che gemi premo la lama più in profondità nel tuo corpo."(i want to fuck you so hard that you cant walk out of here tomorrow. i want to make you scream my name out as i fuck you hard. i want to drag a blade down your body as i fuck you with one hand on your throat and every time you moan i press the blade deeper into your body.) He whispered to me. He had a cocky smile.

"Alors fais-le, Marco, mais je ne pense pas que tu l'aies en toi."(Then do it, Marco, but i dont think you have it in you). With my words the cocky smile was gone and his eyes were full of lust, he waited for a few heart beats before his lips latched onto mine. Both of his hands found my ass and he lifted me and my legs wrapped around his hips. He pressed my back harder into the door and one of his hands left my ass and locked the door, and he carried me to the living room. He threw me down onto the couch and he ripped off his shirt making the buttons fly. He walked to the couch slowly unzipping his pants.

"What was it you said? That you didnt think I had it in me? We will see about that, darling." He said grinning. He got  on top of me, he was between my legs. His hand went under me and he lifted me and he unzipped the dress. He slowly took it off of me and as the dress went down my body he kissed down my body. He pulled the dress the rest of the way down, he looked up at me and then grabbed my thighs and spreaded my legs open further. He ripped off my panties and kissed right above my vagina, he looked up at me making eye contact before looking back down and leaving a trail of kisses to my clit.

"Mmm, its already wet for me isn't it?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he starts working his magic. My back arched and I grabbed onto the couch trying hard to not let out a moan. He grabs my hips and holds me tightly to stop my from moving. He stops and gets up and positions himself so that each one of my legs are on a side of him. He pulls me closer to him and slowly puts his penis inside me and slowly goes in and out. His hand is on my throat and he starts going faster. His face goes next to my ear and he moans softly in my ear. I let out a moan as he goes even faster.

"Fuck!" We moans  together as he leans his head back and a shot of warmth runs through me. He let's out a deep breath and falls down next to me. Are breath is uneven and heavy, his hand finds mine and he pulls my head onto his chest and he pulls off the blanket that was on the side of the couch onto us. Our legs entangle together and he kisses my head softly.