His Bambina

Chapter 22

"I don't see the worth of these cigars. They're truly awful." Tony scrunches his face as he huffs out a cloud of smoke. He's not wrong though, I can smell it from here and it makes my stomach turn. I hate smoking, and more than relieved to see that Vincenzo isn't a fan of it either. However, his new business partners have a cigar company as one of their fronts.
"Then stop smoking the shit, and help finish packing." Vincenzo smacks Tony upside the head making the boy scoff and stick his tongue out at him.
"Okay, okay, I'm going." Tony begins walking away and stops as I stand outside the door, "Are you sure you can't come with us Arie? He's much less of a stick in the mud with you around."
I giggle and shake my head, "And ruin your bonding time? I wouldn't dare."
Tony huffs and mutters something in Italian as he leaves Vincenzo and I alone in his office. My eyes roam his burgundy button down shirt as he rolls up his sleeves.
"Ciao amore." I return the greeting and make my way into his lap.
"Are you sure you have to go?" I give him my biggest puppy dog eyes and he only chuckles.
"Sadly, I have to. But it's only one night. I'll be back before dinner tomorrow. Promise."
He kisses my forehead, causing butterflies to erupt inside me. It's been about two weeks since we shared our feelings for each other, and Although he's been extremely busy with his new business partners, my feelings for him continue to grow.
"We'll if you have to..." I pout,as my hands trail down the buttons of his shirt.
His breath catches and he growls, "Is my little vixen trying to make me miss my flight?"
"I'm not sure what you're talking about Daddy." I lean in to kiss alongside his jaw, but he only lets me for a brief moment before holding my face in his large hand.
"Well it's a good thing it's my plane. So they can wait."
He lifts us from his office chair and places me on his desk. His hands are quick to remove my dress, and he sends a slap to my breasts.
"Is this what you want? For me to fuck you? To keep you satisfied till I can fill you back up tomorrow."
His words make me wet enough for his fingers to slide in with ease, "Y-yes Daddy."
He nips at my neck and growls, "That's my good little slut."
I cum on his fingers and his face before he lifts me up and pushes me against his bookshelf, "I'm going to think of nothing else, except how beautifully unraveled you look right now," he slides himself into me making me cry out, "moaning and begging for my cock to fill you with its cum."
He quickens his pace as he wraps his fingers around my throat. A claim that I'm his, as he makes me orgasm again.
"Yes, good girl. Cumming on Daddy's cock." He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and marking me with his hot white ribbons.
"I love you, amore." He kisses all over my face as he gently cleans me up.
"I love you too."
As I watch Vincenzo's car pull out of the driveway I run my fingers through my freshly showered hair. I watch him fully leave down the road before turning to walk back inside. Before I can take a step my phone buzzes in my pocket.
Unknown: 11pm. Come alone.
The text comes but goes just as fast. Had I imagined it? Surely not. Today was the day I met the man behind the phone. Was I stupid enough to do so?
"Aria!" Emily jumps in front of me, making my heart jump out of my chest. Gah! Doesn't she know not to jump around scaring people like that? Especially people who are involved in the mafia.
"Amelia is out on a date with Sergio, which means you and I have the day to ourselves. C'mon I made lunch!" I don't get to think more about the mysterious text or the fear that it filled me with, as Emily whisks me away. For now, I'll enjoy the day. Tonight I'll decide what should be done.
Emily is crashed from her sugar rush by 10:00, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I keep waiting for my phone to go off again. Instead I'm burning a hole in the ground as I pace my room, biting my nails. Am I really going to take demands from a stranger? A potentially dangerous stranger?
I should've told Vincenzo about it. No he's been too busy to have a full fledged conversation with, unless it's the middle of the night. Besides this man warned what would happen if I disobeyed his orders. Do I dare call his bluff?
I'm halfway down the stairs when I hear giggling entering the front door. Shit, shit, shit. Sergio holds a tipsy Amelia in his arm as they head for the stairs as well.
"Aria?" Sergio takes in my appearance. My black leggings and black zip-up hoodie, along with my running shoes not really screaming 'staying in', "Where are you headed?"
"Oh just going for a walk... couldn't sleep?" Gah, I hate lying. I feel like he can see right through me.
He looks at me wearily, "You really shouldn't go out alone Aria, especially this late."
Fuck you sir. I will kick you in the shins if you try to stop me. "Oh I know, Nico is meeting me outside. It'll just be a few laps around the house."
Sergio opens his mouth to say more but Amelia, the amazingly sneaky bitch that she is, gives me a smirk before giving him an excruciatingly long kiss.
"C'mon, they can handle themselves. Besides... I'm not done with our date."
Sergio groans but follows Amelia up the stairs with excitement.I mentally thank her in my mind for always having my back. I'm sure she knew I was lying, so I'll have to figure out something to tell her later. For now I have somewhere to be.

The crunching of leaves echo through the night air. I cling onto the pistol Vincenzo had placed under our bed for safety. I may have listened to his request of coming alone, but I'm not stupid. If needed, I'll put a bullet straight between his eyes.
The lot is empty, making me even more anxious. Was this a trap? My grip on the pistol tightens, my finger hovering over the safety, in case someone wants to try anything.
A black SUV emits from the shadows, rocks crumbling under the slick tires. The closer the vehicle gets the louder my heart pumps in my ears. Maybe this was a bad idea. I'm not even sure who this man is, what he wants, or who's enemy he is. If he's someone of my father's I'm sure I could handle whatever discrepancies he's gotten into. If it's Vincenzo, however, I have little knowledge of who he deals with. How much shit is he willing to get into? He's usually untouchable. Me, on the other hand, am not.
"Aria," His voice is sickly sweet, clear undertones of a condescending attitude, "so good to see you again. So glad you decided to come alone. Although there's no need for the weapon. Just here to have a civilized conversation."
"Says the man hiding in the tinted vehicle." He only chuckles at the comment, making no attempt to come out and face me.
"You don't seem to be a fan of small talk, so I'll cut right to the chase. Vincenzo has... something I want. However, with you in the picture..." I can picture the sly bastard shrugging, as he lights his cigarette, "I would simply kill you but then he'd be too busy seeking vengeance to follow through with what I need of him."
The words put me on high alert. I search my surroundings, leaving nothing out from my gaze. The smoke of his burning cigar, the sway of the trees being pushed by the summer breeze, the driver's door which may open at any second.
"It's quite simple, you two have gotten too close for my liking, and it's ruining my plans. All I'm asking is for you to leave, maybe even break his pride a little. It's not like you guys truly had anything anyways. He simply is using you for a political alignment with your father. All he's cared about is expanding his territory, and him housing you is proof to that."
"You see, that seems to be a recurring theme I've been hearing lately. Frankly I'm getting tired of it." The air is getting chilly, but I don't make a move to show anything to the man behind the window. Another puff of smoke floats to my nose, making me want to barf. Where have I smelt that smell before?
"I like you Aria, and I like your father. He seems like he may be a good business man. I'd surely hate for anything to happen to you or your loved ones. But, I am a man who gets what he wants. Either way my plan will go through, but I'd rather you not get in the crossfire, yeah?" His tone turns cold, and I feel like the eyes of a feral predator are burning into my skin. 
"Vincenzo won't let you touch me, or my family."
Laughter fills the night air making me shiver, "Oh sweet naive girl. Vincenzo cares for no one but himself. He's too busy with his next trophy to worry about any simple thing you may tell him. Besides, if you even breathe a word of us meeting, I will pluck the ones you're closest to one by one."
He's lying. I know Vincenzo. If I needed his protection he wouldn't hesitate. The same goes for my family. But I also don't doubt if I tell him about this meeting, it may be too late to protect my loved ones.