Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

38: Explosion

Charlene's POV

Just when we approach the gate to my house, the most horrible thing happens... It explodes. NO! I freeze, my eyes almost popping out. No.

"MY HOUSE!!"
I scream, opening the car door and running towards it.

"Charlene don't go!" I hear Santino say from behind me. He comes to me and wraps his arms around me, as I drop to the ground. I scream hystericaly and cry.

"My house." I whisper.

"It's ok. I have other houses, I'll buy you another one."

"No!"

"Then we'll rebuild my love, okay? I'm so sorry." I continue sobbing and hear the car doors slam, the whole family coming to surround me.

"Mamma, per favore prendila." [Mom, please take her.]

"Sí."
Martina comes and struggles with me, eventually managing to lift me off the ground. No, I can't leave.

"Mom please leave me, I'll be fine I promise." I say to her softly, wiping my tears in the process. I straighten myself out, breathe in and breathe out. I can't be weak, I promised myself to never be weak in difficult times.

I turn to look at Santino, he looks mad. So mad I've never seen him this mad before, he's been staring at what's left of our home. Almost as if he can't believe it, like he's waiting for this nightmare to be over. I know, me too my love.

"I'm gonna kill all of them... And leave my uncle for last." He seethes through his teeth, is it bad that the accent makes me wanna rail him right here right now?

"Since we haven't been doing great with the leads here in the US, I think we should go try in Italy. That's home grounds anyway, your uncle is most likely to be there than the US." I speak my mind. He whips his head to me, and so does everyone else. Did I say something wrong?

"Yes! Exactly, oh you are so smart my love." He kisses my forehead and turns to adress everyone else.

"So everyone, we're going back to Italy. When we get there, we work our butts off and make our enemies pay."

..

That's how we got ourselves on a private jet to Italy, again. I don't mind, Italy is beautiful.

We soon land in Reggio Calabria Airport. It looks so good, I almost forgot what we came here for. We get in the different SUV's and head to one of Santino's many mansions. Situated a bit further away from the other houses. You wanna know the best part, it's close to the water. Woah, so many trees. For your info, I completely love nature. Santino says it's one of his favorite houses ever, I see why. I love the view.

As soon as everyone settled, I decided we should all go to sleep first. We need it, we can start discussing everything tomorrow.

As soon as Santino and I both enter the master bedroom, I'm pinned against the wall. He kisses me harshly, literally pushing me into the wall.

"Jesus, calm down." I breathe out.

"I can't."

He wraps my legs around his waist and walks to the bed, his hands gripping my butt. Random thought, am I not heavy?

He lays me down so soft, situating himself between my legs. We merge perfectly, like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I miss his warmth between my thighs. He kisses me, slow and passionate.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you too."

He pulls down my skirt, along with my thong. I watch him get off me and take his black shirt off, along with his ripped jeans and boxers. His toned muscles and bulging cock blessing my eyes, as if a greeting for the first time. He lowers himself back between my legs, his penis on my left thigh. Taking off my tight sleeveless cropped top, I didn't wear a bra. My nipples already hardened, from the caged hunger and desperate yearning I feel for him. He pecks my lips and looks right into my mismatched eyes, the windows to my soul.

"Ti ameró sempre." [I'll always love you.]

"Ahh!"

I shut my eyes and scratch his back, feeling his long, thick penis spread it's way into my vagina.

"I love you." He says again. Tears brimming my eyes, he starts moving already. I wrap my legs around him and release loud, unapologetic moans to the direction of his ear.

"Open your legs and look into my eyes."

I register it slowly, hesitantly opening my eyes and legs. Only to meet his green ones, they pull me in and I'm lost in them. Failing to realize the tear now escaping the corner of my eye. He thrusts into me, slow, but sensual enough. We are making love.

He keeps thrusting, still looking into my eyes. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. In, out, in, out... in... out... in and out. He picks up his speed. Thrusts now slowly accelerating into pounds...

Pound... "Ahh."
.

Pound... "Ahh."

Pound... Pound and pound.

The chemicals of a nuclear bomb making themselves present in the pit of my abdomen. Preparing for it's long awaited nuclear reaction. I release, both of our radiations mashing against each other in my vagina, taking the form of liquid.

I breathe heavily. Finally free from the prison of his green eyes, I shut my own to recollect myself.
Signed, sealed and delivered.

We seperate, the absence of him making me whimper. Like a lone wolf. He pulls me in and kisses me, fixing my hair. Hair full of a long, beautiful history of my indigenous African people. I am complete again. That thought alone causing us to seek for the safe haven of sleep.