Marcellius Fierri [Book #1]

Chapter 3

Plopping down on the couch, I let out a sigh. My dad tears his eyes away from the sports channel on TV and looks over at me. "How was dinner with the Fierri's?"

My dad and Giovanni Fierri have been best friends long before Marcellius and I met. They practically grew up together, but unfortunately grew apart after high school. While my dad was attending college, Giovanni Fierri was training to become the next Mafia leader.

It wasn't until three years ago that they reconnected. My father was the happiest I had ever seen him since my mother's passing. She had died of stage four Ovarian Cancer when I was seven years old. I don't talk about it much, because I only want to keep the good memories of her.

Which is why I spend so much time at the cafe. I don't want to go through the pain of losing anyone else. I don't know how my dad does it, especially having lost the love of his life and best friend before the age of sixty. "Dinner was good...and then Niccolo happened." I decided to leave out the conversation I had with Marcellius. I've never hinted to him that I was interested in a Fierri, so I don't know how he'd react.

"That boy is just like his father," he says with a shake of his head. "They all are. I don't know how Alina does it." He brings the cold beer up to his lips, and takes a sip before placing it back in the cup holder of his recliner chair.

"Dad?" I say changing the subject. "How did you know Mom was the one?"

They were friends long before they got together romantically. It wasn't until then that they began to fall for each other. "We simply gave us a try." Hearing him say that truly confirmed what I had been thinking. My mind fills with thoughts of Marcellius. Could someone so dominant be able to settle down? Would I even be able to handle his lifestyle? I had so many questions. But these were questions that I knew would help me in the long run. And now that I know he too has feelings, maybe..just maybe we could give us a try.

I stand up and kiss my dad on his head. "Thanks dad. Goodnight." He nods, turning his attention back to the game. I head up to my room and call it a night.

I didn't realize how exhausted I was until my head hit the pillow. Yawning, I lazily remove my shirt and kick off my jeans. Climbing into the warmth of my bed sheets, I tuck myself in and close my eyes. It doesn't take long before I'm falling asleep and dreaming of him.

He's staring at me with such an intense gaze that it makes me squirm with discomfort. There was nobody else in the cafe except the two of us. I go to flip over the sign from open to close, and when I turn around Marcellius is inches from my face. I can smell the coffee on his breath. "M-Marcel, what are you doing?" He doesn't respond.

He takes his thumb and gently traces it over my bottom lip. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I look into his eyes. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me in close. My eyes widen when I feel him untie my apron. He pulls it over my head and takes my hand in his. Next thing I know he's picking me up and putting me on the counter. His hand is on my inner thigh and he's standing between my legs.

The heat between my thighs only increase the closer his hands get to my sex. I begin to squirm when I feel his hand slip into my pants. Blushing, I close my eyes and bite my lower lip. A soft moan escapes my lips when he pushes two fingers inside of me. His fingers slowly pump in and out of me, teasing me. "Look at me," he suddenly says with a demanding tone.

When I don't, he uses his free hand to grab my chin and force me to make eye contact. I don't think I can take it much longer as I can feel my release near.

He pulls me closer to him, claiming my mouth with a rough kiss. That's when his pace quickens. I'm moaning into his mouth and begging him not to stop. His kisses trail down my neck while his fingers continue to work inside of me. I am about to come when the sound of an alarm fills my ears.