Mafia

Chapter Eighteen

It wasn't long before we landed on the hard concreate of the landing strip, my heart panicked slightly, even though I have travelled numerous times the landing part still makes me uneasy. Giovanni had disappeared from the seat beside me, and was now nowhere to be seen, I fiddled with my new wedding ring as I waited for the staff to get the plane ready to disembark. 

This is not the honeymoon that I had dreamed, nor did I have the wedding that I had once envisioned as a child, however I never expected to be stuck married to a mafia man. However, I know that as soon as I meet my baby, all the hell I have been through over the past 5 months will be worth it, Giovanni might not be the love of my life, but my child will be. 

Giovanni reappeared from the back room of the plane, completely ignoring me and heading towards the plane doors that have now been opened for us to leave, a black SUV was parked nearby waiting for the both of us, and as Giovanni walked closer the door flung open and another man dressed head to toe in a black suit walked out, greeting Giovanni with what looks like a firm handshake. 

Grabbing any of my belongings that I brought with me, I left the plane and followed Giovanni towards the car. Giovanni had taken the seat in the front next to the suited man, whilst I slid into the back seat. The two men spoke between themselves as I placed a hand on my small baby bump, looking at all the views of Cyprus as we rushed past.

Thoughts danced through my head, will she look more like me or Giovanni? Will he treat her better than he treats me? Will she have any siblings? What should I call her? I don't want to settle on any names at the moment not yet anyways. 

Eventually we reached the house that we are staying at, right next to the beach, and the sound of waves hitting the shoreline echoed through the night sky, the house was something out of a movie. The house is painted in a cream colour, however what made is so beautiful is the vines and flowers that climb all over the walls, there is a porch out the front, like in the movies with a table and chairs to sit around with friends and family. This is what I would describe as my dream home. 

"Do you like V?" Giovanni asks as we head towards the front door, the man who had driven us here was in charge of moving all the heavy suitcases inside the house, not that I was entirely sure where they had even come from as I had not packed any. I didn't respond back to him, not wanting to show that I was happy about something that he had planned.

I may have to be his wife, I may be the mother of his child, but I do not have to be kind or civil, not anymore, not after everything he has put me through over the past few months. 

As soon as we stepped into the house, I let out a small gasp, the house was designed immaculately it was as though they had picked everything out from my Pinterest boards. The kitchen had cream counters with fresh flowers neatly organised into a vase that was dead centre of the kitchen counter. 

I decided to continue looking around the house, as Giovanni and the driver sat outside on the porch smoking, the door had been left open allowing the smoke fumes to enter the house. I rolled my nose up in disgust as I headed upstairs to decide on what room I wanted.  If this house was not a 4-hour plane ride away from the hometown, then I would be asking Giovanni to buy it for me. This is where I have always dreamed of raising my little girl.  

I got changed into a silk knee length robe and some slippers as although we are in a hot country, the night winds had a strong cold breeze. The driver had gone now, and Giovanni was sat outside smoking by himself, he had a stern emotion on his face, and I decided to perch myself next to him, the smell making me feel slightly sickly. 

"What do you want?" He asks not bothering to turn to look at me, he took another drag from his cigarette, the cold air made the hairs on my legs stand up as I hugged myself for comfort. 

"I don't want anything just spending time with my husband." The husband part is sarcastic of course, which cause Giovanni to roll his eyes before turning to look at me. He doesn't say anything just stares towards me. 

"Giovanni, will you compromise with me?" I ask shyly as I look away from him and focus on the road in front of us to scared to look him in the eye. He doesn't say anything, instead he grunts in agreement. "I will try for this marriage, not that I love you, and I doubt that I ever will, however for the sake of my child I will try. However, if it does not work by the time, she turns 1 then I want to be able to leave. " He chuckles slightly to himself before taking my hand into his. 

"If that is what you want V, then I will agree." I smile slightly to myself, since when is divorce the best option? Well in this situation it most defiantly is. "But you have to try and be a good wife, you can't make the next year hell so that you can leave." 

That was my plan to be completely honest, be the worse wife that there ever was in history, so that when the year is up, he will most defiently want me to leave. I decide to not respond, instead I purse my lips together and move closer to Giovanni, allowing for him to wrap his arm around me as I place my head onto his shoulder. 

I must have fallen asleep as when I awoke in the morning, I was wrapped in the white linen of the bed, the sunlight streaming in from the window. Next to me was a topless Giovanni, his abs shining in the sunlight, and his black hair was ruffled up. I smiled to myself as I rubbed my stomach, let's try and make this work. 

I decided that breakfast was the first job of the day, if Giovanni is full then perhaps, he won't be as grump as he normally is. Like the English women I am, I decided that the most filling breakfast of course, is a full English. And that is what I start cooking, throwing in the sausages and the hashbrowns. The whole of the kitchen, and perhaps the entire house began to smell of home cooking, and it wasn't long before Giovanni followed the smell and entered the kitchen. Still topless of course, however he had run his fingers through his hair making it look neater than it was before in bed. 

Walking towards me, he places a kiss onto the top of my head his hand briefly touching my back, causing my heart to flutter slightly, fucking pregnancy hormones. I watch as he grabs himself a drink of orange juice before placing one in front of me, he drinks it quickly before pouring another one. 

The food was done, and the table had been laid by Giovanni as we settled down in our seats across from one another. Nothing was said instead we both focused on consuming all of the food that I had made, and a few grunts of approval were made from Giovanni.  Once all of the food was eaten, I grabbed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher, Giovanni was still sat at the table. 

His eyes where still following me, watching my every move, making me feel slightly dizzy. The sound of his chair being pushed backwards make me look towards him, as he headed towards my direction. "Leave it, I'll sort it out later." He says as I felt his arms wrap around me before lifting me up and placing me onto the cold kitchen counter. He stood in between my legs, the silk fabric of the robe hiding my panties which threated to slip at any moment. 

He moved closer to me, his manhood pressing against my panties causing my heart to beat faster, before he moved a slight piece of my hair of my collar bone. "Go get dressed." he states moving his manhood away from me before leaving me perched on the kitchen counter. 

A/N - I understand that this book states that it is complete, it is complete I am trying to go through and edit parts of the book where the plot is slightly wobbly, as well as trying to fix any spelling mistakes, etc. As soon as I have edited the chapters as well as I can they will be posted and back up. Hope you are enjoying! And thank you so much for the support we hit 1k reads !!!