Dante Valentino
"Almost all of them will be talking in Italian," I said as I held the door open for her and helped her inside. I slid into the limousine beside her and closed the door. "Do not wander on your own, yes?"
She looked at me, eyelids sparkling with whatever she had put on. "I have to hold your hand all the time?"
"That would be ideal," I said. "Stay close to me or my brothers and Leyla."
She nodded. "Okay." She looked at my hand.
I set it on her lap. She instantly started messing with the rings, tracing the outline of my tattoos and scars. No one had ever touched my scars with such gentleness.
"I want you on my lap," I said to her as the limousine started and we were on our way.
She looked surprised at the request and then shyly nodded. I wrapped my arm around her thin waist and put her on my lap.
I cupped her chin, lifting it to get a clear look at the choker on her neck. It pleased me more than it should have. I barely restrained myself from rubbing the makeup away from her neck and making her show my marks. But the choker would have to suffice. For now.
"You like it on me too much."
"That's correct," I muttered, looking into her eyes as I wrapped my hand around her neck, feeling the coldness of the choker. "You're mine, Blue," I muttered.
"I am?" She asked breathlessly.
I hummed. "I think you have been for quite a while." I squeezed her neck, and she gasped. I couldn't stop myself from smirking at that. I did that for a while, letting her breathe and then choking her lightly. Soon her thighs were pressed and her eyes were filled with need.
I pressed my lips on hers in a gentle peck. "If a man looks at you the wrong way today," I murmured against her lips. "You will come to me and I will rip him apart."
Her pulse was erratic. "O-Okay."
"Good girl."
She hid her face in my neck again. I chuckled, pulling her closer.
For a while we were quiet. Her warmth felt too good on me. She was soft, so fucking soft.
After a while, she pulled back, her shyness gone. "I wanted to ask you..."
"Yes?" A tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"What did you actually do to Aldo?"
I cupped her chin, rubbing the spot below her bottom lip. "I killed him."
She gasped, freezing. I had expected it. Blue didn't have a positive reaction to violence. She couldn't. She had grown up with two loving mothers in a small town.
She lowered her eyes. "Okay," she whispered.
"He wasn't a good man."
She stayed quiet.
"He killed over fifty women in our whorehouses," I said. "He had a thing for beating them to death. My brothers and I had been looking for a reason to kill him for quite a time while."
Surprise flashed in her eyes. "Of course," she muttered bitterly. "He was Pietro's son."
She rearranged my tie. "I should feel guilty."
"No."
"I don't feel guilty," she said. "I hate him. I hate them all."
"It's okay to hate," I said.
She cracked a smile. "Of course, you'd say that."
"Being a mafia man doesn't automatically mean I hate many people."
She tilted her head. "Who do you hate?"
"Almost everyone I hate is dead."
"Almost?"
"My father is alive," I said.
"You hate him?"
I nodded. "I don't want to talk about him."
"Okay." She set her head against my chest. "We both have daddy issues."
I chuckled. "I guess."
. . .
I helped her out of the limousine, the flashes of cameras almost blinding me. The paparazzi were usually kept away, but sometimes we had to be under the spotlight.
As soon as she was outside, the cameras went wild. I intertwined our arms, and we climbed the staircase to the hotel.
"Dante they are blinding me."
"I can barely see the staircase, amore."
She laughed. I chuckled.
The doors of the ballroom opened. The dimmed golden darkness of the large room fell on us, and heads turned.
The doors closed behind us.
. . .
Idk why I gave Lily a choking kink but it def suits her
