Mischief

21

shooting

I watched my girl, coming in the warehouse while wearing a full black clothes type military and combat boots.

"Drop that fucking smirk, Manelle." I snapped at her as she walked toward me with Jay following her.

"Aren't you happy that your woman is teaching your men how to shoot?" She giggled and I shook my head vehemently, she finally succeeded in convincing me by letting her teach the men to improve their shooting.

I would be so fucking happy if she would just get away from the men who are eye raping her literally. Thank god, I sent a deadly warning to them if they linger their eyes longer than it should be on her face or body.

"Where are them?" She looked behind me, searching for the men. I pointed at the tunnel, where they are waiting for her like little good dogs.

"You're fucking whipped, admit it man." Jay whispered to me with mischief as we walked behind her.

"Shut the fuck up." I silenced him, of course I will be watching since it's my job to supervise the training of my men.

Fucking joke, I'm only supervising to see my girl going into sexy mode. You don't know how long I wanted her to be like this, I would let her completely tower me if she wants

Asshole is right about me being whipped.

Focus, Vitale. Don't let her control your thoughts.

As we entered inside of the arena, where a group of my men stood still with the hands behind their backs. Showing respect toward us.

"Comportati bene, altrimenti ti taglio la gola." I commanded firmly, earning several verbal response from everyone. (Behave yourself or I will cut your throat.)

"What did you say?" Manelle asked with her big blue eyes beside, I stood next to her not letting any distance separating us.

"I told them to be nice to you." I grinned at her and she narrowed her eyes at me, pushing me out of the way so she could present herself.

She cleared her throat and took a deep sigh, "I'm Manelle, do you have any question?"

A lanky boy stepped forward as if he wanted to ask a question, he glanced at me for permission and I gave it to him.

"Are you la moglie del nostro capo?" He asked and she got confused, turning toward me. (The wife of our capo)

"Say yes, baby. He's asking if you are my friend." I translated to her and she nodded, giving him an answer. The lanky boy furrowed his brows since he heard me saying the translation wrong but I sent him a glare before he could add anything and backed away.

"Call her Madame." Jay said to everyone sneakily making me smirk.

"Al tuo servizio, Madame!" They said loudly, taking her by surprise as she stepped back unconsciously. (At your service.)

Fuck, they made me proud.

"I didn't understand that but you guys can start to fire and I will put you into teams based on your skills.
Those who are very good with guns will go with Luca while the others will be with me." She handed out the orders making me hard for some reason, I stepped behind her and tried to hide the bulge of my pants away from her.