Tread Carefully

Chapter 1

5 years ago....

"Shoot, Velvet," Vito murmmerd against my cheek.

I trembled as tears flowed from my eyes.

This is too much...too dangerous. I can't live my life like this.

To much death.

"I can't do this Vito," my voice shook.

"Yes...you can," he shoved the gun into my hand.

I jumped. I didn't want to shoot this man. Even if he did try to kill me.

"Aim, Velvet," Vito griped my hips and pushed me forward slightly.

"No- I can't," the gun shook in my hand.

The man in front of us was chained to the wall in our basement. He was already bloody and cut up from Vito and his brothers beatings.

"Fucking shoot!” Vito shouted.

My heart thunderd in my chest. I can't do this. I can't stay here with this man. Even if I do love him. This isn't right!

Suddenly my face was being held rob the man and the gun snatched from my hand. I cried and tried shoving away.

Vito pulled my head up to look at the batterd man.

"How hard is it to FUCKING SHOOT!!” He shouted and aimed the gun at the man before shooting.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

My scream rang out when the mans body shook with each impact.

"STOP!!” I screamed and pushed his hand away.

I knew Vito would never raise a hand to me. I sobbed and clinched my eyes shut.

I didn't want to see the blood leak from the man. I didn't want to see any of it.

Vito started murmmering in soft Italian words and he turned me in his arms.

I sobbed into his neck as my knees buckled under me.

I can't live my like this not while being pregnant...

••••

" Velvet, I brought you some food," Vitos' voice came from behind me.

I waited a moment before sitting up in my- our bed.

I pushed my curls back from my face and kept my eyes lowered.

Vito set a tray of food down on lap before kissing the top of my head.

I still didn't understand Vito. After the 2 long years we've been together I still didn't see how he could be so ruthless but caring.

"Thank you," my voice came out soft and nearly inaudible.

He moved my pillows and sat behind me.

The tray held a bowl of pasta and a cup of red juice.

I picked up my fork and began to eat while Vito sat behind me and nuzzled my neck. He knows it soothes me when the back of neck is rubbed softly.

"Is it good, baby," he asked.

I nodded.

"Velvet," he warned. He didn't like it when I didn't respond with words.

"Si, it's good," I said.

As he put it 'God gave you a beautiful voice, so use it when I talk to you'. He always said that when I spoke he felt good about himself and it made him feel like he stood on top of the world.

I didn't know what he meant but I had assumed it was my accent. Im originally from Mexico and still held my thick Hispanic accent. Vito was born in Italy.

When I first saw him I fell in love. His hazel eyes and short black curls drew me to him like a fly on food.

He towered over me at a 6'3 height while  I stood only at 5'3.

All the I'm on from my family never grew over 5'5. We were naturally short.

I sipped my juice and ran a hand through my hair.

All the curls were getting on my nerves but Vito loved them.

Every morning and night he buried his nose into my hair and prayed for children with hair like mine. They stopped a little below my shoulder after my recent cut.

All of that didn't matter though. Tonight is the night I run. After I finished my food I set the tray on the bed side table.

His arms instantly came around my belly and he pulled me back.

"Baby, I know your mad at me," he let a hand play with my curls.

I didn't say anything. What was there to say?

He easily turned me in his arms.

"Look at me," he put a finger under my chin to raise my head.

Our eyes met and I had to blink to keep myself from being blinded by his beauty.

His hazel eyes burned into my contacted blue ones, a  straight nose led to plump lips that I know can kiss you to sleep.

His jawline was perfectly shaped and his mustache and beard put his whole look together. It looked like the type of mustache from a Vendetta mask except the little beard was not shaped like an triangle.

It covered his whole lower chin leaving his jaw clean shaving, and his mustache was lined and cover his upper lip but never leaving the corners of his mouth.

His wide shoulders had muscle that flexed every time he moved. At this moment his muscled torso was covered in a T-shirt.

"Your hermosà," he spoke in Spanish.

He told me he'd rather speak my language than his. I didn't under stand why, his Italian was perfect.

"Don't forget to take out those contacts before you sleep," he brought my face close to his and pecked my lips with his.

"I've got to go handle some business at a warehouse, I won't be back until the late afternoon," he mummerd.

My heart lurched. A sliver of hope came up. The sooner he leaves the sooner I can escape.

I cupped the hand that held my cheek.

"I don't want to hold you up then," I went in for a hug.

His clonge wafted up my nose as I buried it in his neck.

His strong arms wrapped around my back and he hugged me back.

After a moment I pulled back and leaned up to kiss him.

I have to leave with a kiss at least. Our tounges collided together in a knowing motion.

My hands gripped his shirt. I loved him with all my heart. But I couldn't dare bring my child Into this.

Tonight is the night I leave...

••••

This is my second mafia book.🥳 The first has plenty of charters 🤭 so lmk if you want someone else in there to have a story!!!🤗🤗🤗 Tito..hint hint...

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