piccolo tesoro

Truth.

Vincenzo:

August 11th 2022

My pants have never been tighter. I try to ignore the growing bulge in my pants that would be obvious if she wasn't so innocent. She's just looking at my eyes like she's trying to read me.

God.

My eyes travel from her dumbass dirty converse to her little thighs and soft curve of her hips. To her perfect curvy breasts and her delicate collar bones. She was decorated with silver jewelry. Her Long hair was let loose, her hair was brown which brought out her perfect green eyes. Her eyelashes were long and her natural shy blush made me smirk. Her skin was pale but it was delicate, she's probably insecure about it, she shouldn't be.

Fuck. stop.

She's just staring at me. She's staring at me and she looks terrified. She's scared of me.

Why does that make me harder.

Enough.

"Come down Angelo bambino, the car is waiting" She silently nods. She always does, never an answer besides nodding. If it wasn't her I would never allow that, I'll give her time.

She follows me and I let my hand fall in its spot behind her back. As we step into the car I lean closer to her, "Tonight I have another job to do"

She smiles.

Yes she smiles, "You mean you're going to kill someone." She's joking with me, but I don't think she's comfortable I think she's trying to hide her fear, "Arabella"

She looks down at her hands playing with her rings, "Sorry"

"I need you to listen to me. You stay by my side all night. You do not drink anything that I don't give you. You do not talk to anyone that isn't me. When it comes time for me to do my job, you need to stay by Mario. Okay?" she's rolls her eyes.

Where the fuck is this nerve coming from. She looks away from me before mumbling under her breath, "Yes dad, anything else"

I fight my urge to smack her thigh,"That's all tesoro" I leave it.

She sits silently the rest of the ride playing with her rings on her hands. I have a flashback from the night I first met her, the way she was so afraid.

*flashback*

I turn seeing where the sniffles were coming from, and I see her. The girl from the bookstore, I could spot her anywhere. I walk over standing above her studying her face, her soft features only lit up by a streetlight in the distance.

Her lips naturally pouting and her cheeks stained red with tears, she look precious. I study her more and see her playing with her rings as her hands shake, she's afraid.

I looked down her body immediately stopping at the necklace.

Fuck.

*end of flashback*

Arabella:

I'm nervous. I hate clubs. I've only been once but I hated it.

That's how I met him in the first place.

As we pull up Vincenzo opens my door and take my hand in his. I want to protest but I don't. I feel strange comfort in this, in him.

As we enter I look around at all the people. Peoples eyes were immediately drawn to the man next to me. Women smirking at him and sending him winks, while men coward. I try to ignore the attention, I know it's not on me but it's still near me. I hate the feeling of eyes on me.