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Chapter 27

Domenico's POV

Spending time with Olivia always feels like I am where I'm supposed to be. I don't feel like I'm running a mafia even though I try to keep most of it away from her. She keeps me grounded in a way and that makes me want to protect her even more.

The other night I wanted to rip the jugular out of her stepmother's neck. I heard how they spoke to Olivia before as I entered the corridor, as the screeching sound of the tone reached the entrance.
It took me so much restraint to keep my cool. I had to remind myself that we had bigger fish to fry with them.

I love Olivia so freaking much and I have never loved a woman this much, besides my mother. I have slept with a lot of women before her, but the fact that I was her first makes me feel honored and I will never take her and what she meant to me for granted.

A man can see right through any woman if she's easy or if she doesn't have respect for herself and that bitch Isabella is one of them. Now she is trying to worm her way back into my life and I will never afford her that chance.

I haven't told Olivia about all the phone calls and messages she has been sending me. I thought I had nothing to worry about, but now she's making Olivia upset and I don't like it at all. Isabella have been inviting me to events to accompany her and I've declined. I didn't inform her that I was married as she never give me enough time to talk when I do answer my phone, but I did inform her that I have someone in my life and that she must not contact me again. I have no clue why she's suddenly popping up after so many years. I know that she can be a bitch, but I never thought that she would try and upset my wife by spewing such nonsense.

I have no interest in her at all and I have to put her in her place when I get back home. I won't do it for her, but for my wife's peace and to put her heart at ease. I know the call from earlier affected her, even though she tried her best to hide the pain. I have to tell Olivia, and I think now is better than any other. I have some business to finish in Italy, so we'll stay there for a week or until everything is sorted then head back home. I just hope the woman I usually slept with before, does not cause trouble. Many of them are also from the Mafia world and chances of running into them is huge. Damn, why was I being such a slut?

I have to admit that I've never been an angel when it came to women. They wanted to be seen with the Capo of the Italian Mafia and they gained the respect of another woman in society to be seen with me and money, while I got a good lay. Things have changed now, and I won't have it any other way. I have not had sex with any other woman since making up my mind that Olivia was mine and she's my last.

I know Olivia was currently sulking outside on the balcony which she frequents more than any other part of this little house. I'm just busy getting approvals and other stuff out the way then I'll join her to explain the nutcase called, Isabella. I know I promised to get work out of the way, but urgent shit keeps on making its appearance.

I will explore Greece with her today and show her how much I truly love her. We have a lot of sightseeing to do so I finished up and made a few calls.

After about fifteen minutes, I was done, so I headed to Olivia on the balcony and sitting next to her at the small round table.

"Can we talk?" I asked her, while she's enjoyed her coffee deep in thought.

She turned to look at me and I gave a brief nod.

"First off, I want to assure you that you are my world and I love you very much. Isabella means absolutely nothing to me. Her contacting me does not mean I'm in contact with her. She has been contacting me since I came back to the US because she wants me to give her another chance" at the mention of the last part Olivia looks up at me and scrunch up her eyebrows in confusion.

"She wants you back?" she questioned, and I can clearly see the hurt in her eyes as I gave a nod.

"I think she heard about us being together, but I have a wife whom I love and adore, I will never take her back even if she's the last women on earth. I told her that I have someone in my life and that she should stop contacting me, but she's a horrible bitch obviously. I will put her in her place when we get back home" I assured, looking at her expectantly waiting for a response.

"What will you do?"

"What do you want me to do to her?" I replied to her question with a question as I placed a strand of her pitch black hair behind her ear.

"I don't know. You do what you have to" she answered, while holding my stare. I bent over, kissing her sweet lips while pulling her chair next to mine and in between my legs. The kiss turned heated really quick, so I pick her up and place her on my lap so she could straddle my lap.

My hands moved down from her back to her butt cheeks and this whole interaction was making my pants very uncomfortable around the groin area. Her face was flushed, and I knew she was horny again. My little minx and I can never get enough of each other, so the only solution is to give her what she wants. She's new to this, but she's already matching my energy. A match made in heaven.

After sorting my wife's needs and mine, we both took a shower, again and got dressed and headed out. We went to a few historical sites, such as the Acropolis, Delphi and I took her shopping for little knick-knacks as memorabilia for the house to remind her of our trip.

The rest of the week was spent on the beach, at restaurants with their delicious food and lots and lots of lovemaking. Luckily my wife is on the pill now, so we could let lose. I want her to remain mine for a while before kids take over our life and I have to share her with them.

It was still morning as we left Greece in the early hours after a sun filled week, heading to Italy, where a lot of things were waiting for me. The rest of the guys are already waiting. Luca and Max came to pick us up from the airport. We have our annual Mafia dinner that is happening two days from now, so everyone was here and tonight we are going to one of our nightclubs here in Italy.

I'm also meeting one of my friends from college, who's running the Russian mafia, Demetri Volkov and his wife Katarina. He has been a friend of mine since way back and we actually met there without the one knowing of the other being in the mafia. Our parents didn't approve of our friendship, but we still remained friends regardless of their approval. They eventually made peace with the fact that we didn't care what they thought. We've had drunken fights where he saved me or I saved him and even after taking over our mafia's, we have had each other's backs with drug deals and ammunition. We discovered that being friends was more beneficial not just for us, but for our respective businesses as well. We try to meet up as much as we are able to, but we both have our own lives and businesses to run in different countries, which do get in the way.

"Hey guys, how have you been?" Olivia asked, as we climbed in the car.

"Good Liv and how is the holiday so far?" Luca questioned.

"It was lovely, but I don't want to see cats and steps for the next few years" she complained, evoking loud laughter from Luca and a smirk from Max. Max isn't someone that talks a lot but even he smirked at what Olivia said, which just goes to show, he that he liked her.

"I told him about the cat problem there. We all love cats, but that's a little too much pussy for me" Luca commented, as Olivia giggled in response to his vile comment.

Luca and Max dropped us off at my house and they didn't forget to remind me to be on time for tonight. They already know I love making an entrance. We entered and Olivia looked at the place in awe.

"This place looks even prettier than the one in New York" she mentioned.

"It's our place baby. Everything I own belongs to you as well" I said, but she shook her head in disagreement.

"Yes, and I don't want to hear anything else" I respond, as I picked her up and through her over my shoulder while carrying her to our bedroom to undress.

"I could never get enough of you" I say, while sucking on her neck as she released moan followed by my name. My hands roamed all over her naked body and she never objects when I touched her "I love you" I uttered, as I make sweet love to my wife. It was mid-day when we fell asleep in each other's embrace, but-naked.

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