His Bambina

Chapter 6

The next few days fly by just like our first day. It's true most of the people in the house treat us like we're outcasts, but for the most part that just means weird looks and avoiding us like the plague.
It's peaceful I guess, but can be irritating at times. To get away from it, we'll mostly go out to explore. This time, leaving before Vincenzo can assign a babysitter.
And after spending the day with my family, I'll come back to Vincenzo waiting for me. Depending on how late I stay out we'll either stay up talking while he makes me a midnight snack or we'll watch a movie in the theater room. Most end up with me falling asleep sitting next to him and waking up in my bed.
As much as I try to be hostile towards him and give him trouble for taking me and my friends away from our home, I can't ignore the effort and patience he's putting forward while dealing with me and my family.
I have also gotten to see how caring he can be when not surrounded by the pressures of being boss. His walls will visibly be put down, and I can see him for him.
"I want to take you out." Nico and some of our men had some work to do today, and Amelia went to take a nap so I've been laying in bed scrolling through my phone waiting for her to wake up.
"On a date or to murder me?" I smile up at him as he leans against my door frame. He raises his eyebrow, unsure if I'm serious or not, then smirks.
"Just get dressed. I believe I promised you the best restaurant in the city."
With that he waltzes back to his room making me feel giddy inside. I can't remember the last time a guy took me out to dinner. There have only been a handful my father would let me date but as I grew older he stopped letting me entertain the idea of seeing people without him meeting them first, convinced they were out to use me. Of course not many guys want to put in the effort of meeting my father so he can interrogate him before taking me on a date.
I rush to my closet to find what to wear. The first night I went to a restaurant here we were a bit under dressed. But I don't want to be overdressed either. I never usually struggle with choosing an outfit. It's a task that usually comes naturally to me. Why is it so difficult now?
Stupid boys. Making me nervous about what to wear. I want him to think I look good, obviously, but I also don't want him to think I'm trying to impress him. Gotta keep sending those mixed signals to keep him in check.
I settle on a white corset top with puffy sleeves and black high waisted pants. I slip on some black heels, pick out some jewelry and clip my hair in a low bun. Simple yet classy.
I fix my makeup, finishing up the final touches when a light knock comes to my door.
I open it to see Vincenzo. His black button up shirt has one button loose, letting some of his tattoos peak out. He's wearing nice grey slacks, and dress shoes. He looks comfortable in his nice clothing, making me feel better about my own choice similar to his style.
His eyes roam my body making my cheeks heat up, surely making my skin go pink, "You look absolutely stunning, bambina."
There he goes, making me feel like a little schoolgirl. Get ahold of yourself Aria, "T-thank you. You too."
He smiles and reaches out his arm for me to grab, "Let's get going."

This place is beautiful, and busy. People grumble in annoyance as Vincenzo waltzes right in as if he owns the place, me at his side. But no one stops him as we make our way to a table in the back.
Surely the round booth is much too big for just the two of us,I'm sure some of the larger parties waiting aren't happy about it being reserved for just us, but again they only stare in cold silence and Vincenzo seems unfazed.
It reminds me just how powerful he is. He's able to call a restaurant like this and they'll instantly clear the table for him. Did he even have to call?
"Vincenzo, ciao! How have you been, boy?" A bigger, slightly older man walks up to us dressed in a nice chef's suit.
"Ciao, Carlo, how's the family?" He smiles and gives the man a firm handshake.
"Doing well as always. Haven't seen you in my restaurant in a while! Oh mio sguardo qui! And you've brought a guest? She's quite a beauty, huh?"
His words make me blush, but Vincenzo just smirks and agrees and I swear I'm a tomato.
"How do you know the chef?"
Vincenzo just shrugs and states as casually as the weather, "He used to be a chef for my family. Then he left to own his own restaurant."
The owner of the best restaurant in the city used to be his family chef?
"Oh... cool."
"Do you have any allergies?" The question throws me off but I tell him I don't.
"Is it okay if I order for you? There's something I think you'll love here." The gesture surprises me, but in a good way. Something to know about me is I'm greatly indecisive, so not having to spend my time worrying about what to order takes off a great load of stress on my part.
"That'd be great, thank you."
The server comes and he orders for us in Italian so I don't catch a word he says.
"Thank you," I look up at him in confusion, "for coming to dinner with me tonight."
"Of course. Thank you for inviting me."
We talk for a bit more, and as the food comes my mouth practically drools at the sight. We eat in silence for a bit, until the feeling of eyes on me makes me squirm uncomfortably.
Vincenzo notices and smirks, "Do you see that Aria? Everyone here can't keep their eyes off you. You're so beautiful the women can't help but want to be you, and the men want you. And yet, none of them can have you."
I smirk at him teasingly, "They can't?"
His hand snakes its way to my thigh, and he squeezes it with a dominant look in his eye, "No, they can't. Because you're mine."
His words go straight to my core, making me almost choke on my own spit. We finish our food and by the time we're finishing up, Carlo comes back to say goodbye.
"Good to see you again my boy. Dinner tonight is on the house."
Vincenzo shakes his head no, "Carlo, we've talked about this."
"Silenzio! It's the least I can do for the man who not only saved my life, but helped me start living my dream."
Vincenzo rubs his face and looks at me, as if he didn't want me to hear about his good deeds towards this man.
We say our goodbyes, and once Carlo is out of sight Vincenzo drops a large wad of cash onto the table. I smile and raise my eyebrow at him in question and he states it's just a tip. Some tip.
We begin to drive back, and the warm summer air feels nice as we drive with the windows down. His hand lands on my knee, and his thumb draws little circles but I don't stop him. It almost seems like it was an unconscious action as he's focused on driving us home.
"I had a great time tonight." We walk down the hallway towards our rooms, both with wide smiles on our faces.
"I did too, thank you again for joining me principessa."
He walks me all the way to my door, and bids me a goodnight with a kiss on my hand.
Once the door is closed I slide down and try not to squeal like a little girl. Tonight was amazing and I certainly wouldn't mind doing it again.
I change into some pajamas, and get ready for bed. Before I could climb into bed, however, a knock quietly comes from my door.
Who could that be? No way anyone is still awake by now.
I open it to be greeted by Vincenzo in his own pajamas and two bowls of vanilla ice cream.
"Hi?"
"Any room for dessert?" The thought of eating any more food makes my stomach feel like it's going to explode. But the ice cream is already served, and the idea of spending a little more time with him would be nice.
"Sure," I smile and follow him back to his mini kitchen in his room.
"I don't think he can even look at pickles the same anymore." I laugh at the thought of poor little Stephano being pranked by a teenager Vincenzo.
Vincenzo laughs with me then goes silent, "You are absolutely breathtaking."
Unlike at dinner tonight, the only pair of eyes on me are his, but the look in his eyes reminds me of what he said. You're mine.
I press my thighs together trying to push away the feeling his gaze gives me. Each night that I spend with him my certainty toward our bond potentially growing serious becomes stronger.
"Vincenzo..." he looks up at me, mid bite, and sets down his spoon looking at me worriedly, "I've been thinking... about your proposal when I first got here. Is that still your intention?"
He smiles at me devilishly, "Of course bambina, hasn't it been obvious?"
I shrug, unable to get my words out. He seems to notice my struggle, "Have you thought about your decision?"
"I have... and- and I think I'd like to try being with you and your lifestyle."
Vincenzo grips my chin tenderly, making me look at him, "Are you sure principessa? Once you agree to be mine, as my submissive or just as my girlfriend, there will no going back. And you must know I meant it when I said I don't like to share. There cannot be anyone else involved while we are in a relationship. Am I understood?"
I nod my head yes, "Your words, bambina."
"Yes. I understand... Daddy."
The yearning look in his eyes entices me, "Le cose che vorrei fare a te." (The things I would like to do to you.)
A yawn escapes my lips and Vincenzo chuckles. I hide my face in embarrassment and he stands, helping me up as well. "Poor sleepy baby, let's get you to bed."
I expect him to lead me out of his room to my room down the hall, but instead he starts undoing his neatly made bed. "Where- what are you doing?"
He cups my cheek lovingly and smiles down at me, "You're sleeping with me principessa. You are mine. I am yours. And I intend to share what is mine with you as a real man should."
He leads me to bed and when he joins me he wraps his arms securely around me. Vincenzo is acting as if we've known each other for years. In a way, he makes it feel like it has been years together. Pushing away the fact that we had practically just met, I let sleep overcome me.