Married To The Mafia Don

THREE

THEIR VILLA HOME!!!

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EVERLEIGH'S P.O.V

I was so mad at this man, he seduced me to give up the gun and reluctantly I did. I just wanna wrap my hands around his throat and choke him to death, the pleasure that would give me. The cook who I had learned the name of, Greta, walks back into the kitchen. 

She chuckles lightly as she shakes her head, I'm guessing she heard everything that had went down. I for one didn't find it amussing. I should have shot the gun and this nightmare would be over but then again I would be dead by the other mafia members for killing their Don. I act like I have a death wish, I don't, he just knows how to piss me off. 

"That was some show, miele (honey)," She chuckles. 

I huff, "Is he always a stronzo (asshole)?"

She continues to chuckle, "Don moretti, is good sometimes, he has always been good to me at least," she say seriously, "I won't lie he has his moments. Why don't you go explore the house, I'll finish up in here."

I let out a long sigh and nod my head not wanting to argue. I left her take over as I wanted to explore the house and then the grounds of this beautiful place. I was in 'awe' when I first arrived yesterday, to say I was stunned would be an understatement. 

That man is out to piss me off, he is the diavolo (devil), I thought to myself.  

I had no idea where to start in this house so I walked up the stairs and just as I was about to enter a room my eye caught something else out of the corner of my eyes. I looked and saw a door cracked open. 

Don't do it stupida cagna (dumb bitch), My subconscious scolded me. 

I shrugged it off and walked towards the door that was cracked open down the long hall. I kept my steps quiet all the way down, not wanting to be caught. I pushed the door open as it slightly creaked. My eyes widened as I saw hundreds of guns on a disposal and in cases. 

Idiota, I told you, My subconscious warned me again. 

I again shurgged it off as I walked deeper into the room, I knew I should be terrified but I wasn't for some odd reason. I ran my fingers across a few of the guns, all the guns in this room were glistening and carved with 'Moretti' in a perfect cursive. 

"Ah, Mi amore, I see you found my weapons room," I jumped slightly when I heard his voice. 

I turned around seeing him lean against the door way with his arms crossed over his chest, wet hair glistening. He was yet in another Armoni suit but no tie, his suit shirt unbuttoned by three buttons, I could see a slight part of a tattoo that is on his chest. I won't lie he looked good, hot even. 

He was yet again wearing his two shoulder strapped holster with the same two guns placed in it. I sent him a hard glare and rolled my eyes. 

"Yeah, well, quello che e tuo e mio, cara (what's your is mine, dear)," I stated with a shurgg of my shoulder, emphasizing 'cara'. 

He chuckled before stalking over to me lightly grabbing my chin, sending chills down my spine. He lifted my head up lightly higher, his eyes looking me in mine. In this moment I actually wanted him to kiss me and that thought disturbed me, slightly. 

"You know what I am and yet you are not affraid, fiore (flower)," A smirk breaking out across his well built features. 

I brought my hand up a smirk of my own on my face and lightly tapped his cheek. I should be scared but oddly enough I wasn't. He could kill me, dispose of my body, but I still wasn't afraid.