Just Breathe Mi Amore

Ch. 13 Dantes POV

Paisley is currently laying next to me asleep. I guess now is a good time to go to the office to get some stuff done. Five years ago the Italian mafia needed to come to America to take over the American mafia. Salvatore Enterprises is more of like a cover up for my dirty work.
My parents died back when I was 16. Our Italian rivals murdered them. I'm the oldest, so I was the heir to the throne and ever since, I made sure no other mafia could think they'd have a shot like that against us again.
Being the King of a mafia also means no sleep. Lucky for me, I already am an insomniac. I work at my company during the day and do the underground stuff at night.
I softly get out of bed and make my way downstairs. Val and Lia are still up watching tv. They look up from the screen and I motion with my head to follow me. I open the door to my office and they follow me in. I shut the door behind them.
"Val, what are the updates on Brooks?" I ask as I sit in my chair.
"We have him in the warehouse secured waiting for you." I nod my head in response.
"I'll make time tomorrow to come down and deal with him. I will make him regret everything."
"Wait, shouldn't you check in with Paisey?" Lia interjects, "That's her only family left." My gaze hardens. That's not her family. That's her abuser, but sister unfortunately has a point.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow and then we will go from there. At the end of the day, he will be dead." I state firmly. My fist clench at my sides. They both nod their heads and get up to leave. I pull out a stack of papers and get to work.

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A loud noise snaps me out of my sleep and my head perks up. Quickly standing, I grab a gun from the drawer. I swiftly move to the door and slowly open it making sure it's secure to leave. The areas clear so I start to descend the hallway.
With my back up against the wall, I peer into the living room. My gun ready to fire down by my waist. The living room is empty, so I make my way to the kitchen. As I get closer, I hear movement. I peer inside and see a figure.
"Don't move," my command echoes through the kitchen. Something falls to the floor and the figure turns around.
"Dante?" I let out a sigh and lower my gun.
"Paisley, what are you doing?"
"I just wanted something to eat," she mumbles. I turn the light on and walk closer to her. She immediately takes a step back.
"Is that a gun?" I see fear slowly creep upon her face, "why do you have a gun?" I slowly set it down to try and show her she doesn't need to be scared.
"For protection, mi amore. It's okay." I try to approach her once more and this time she lets me. I wrap my arms around her and feel her relax against me.
"Will you take me to bed?" Her asking me made her ten times cuter. A smile spreads across my lips and I picker her up. Her legs wrapping around me turns me on. God she's so hot.
We make it to the bedroom and I set her on the bed. She looks down at her lap and fiddles with her thumb. I wonder what she's thinking. What goes on in her head.
"Will you kiss me?" She quietly asks. Well I wasn't expecting that. I sit down next to her and pull her into my lap so she's straddling me. Her eyes search mine. I don't know what she's looking for but I hope she finds it in me.
I bring my hand up to caress her cheek. Her skin is soft to my touch. I slowly lean in and kiss her. She bites my lower lip and kisses me harder. I flip us around so I am on top of her. They way she was kissing me felt like she needed a distraction.
"Mm Ms. Paisley, this time, if you want something you're going to have to beg for it," I whisper in her ear. Her back arches at my comment, but I know she's blushing and is going to shy away. I pull back to look at her face. Her head is already turned away from me and she bites her lip nervously.
"Well then," I kiss her cheek, "you won't be getting touched by me until I have you begging for it." I climb off her and lay down on my side and she slowly crawls to her side.
Earlier tonight was different. I was craving her, so I bent my rules a little bit. But I got my taste. Not enough to satisfy me, but enough to hold me over until Paisley can handle me. She has no idea what she's in for.
"I wanna take you out on a date," I bluntly state as I fold my arms behind my head and stare into the ceiling. I hear her take in a deep breath. I almost chuckle. I love my effect on her. It's definitely an ego boost.
"Why?" She asks. Why? The fact that she's asking me that shows me all the men in her life have failed her.
"Because I would like to get to know you. I want to show you how a man should treat a women. I want to earn your trust," I tell her. I hear her slip under the covers.
"Okay, I'll go on a date with you," she says as she rolls over so her backs facing me. I glance over at her. She said yes. I'm going to have to tell her about the mafia on that date. Like I said, I want to earn her trust.
I just want to make her feel safe. Telling her about what I actually do makes me nervous. It screams the opposite of safe. She'll also have to eventually be okay with being trained. It's smart to have her trained. I have a lot of enemies, so she should be able to defend herself if the worst happened.
What if it's not the life she wants though? I couldn't blame her. Once you're in you're in. The only way out is death.
My thoughts are interrupted by Paisley. Did she just mutter my name? I'm her sleep? That's cute. She even dreams of me.