Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 2 - Meeting the Familia

Vivian POV

As promised, Tommy snuck into my bed last night and made me orgasm so many times I lost count. He was so skillful with every part of his body. I often wonder how he learned everything he knew. Was there some class men can take somewhere? He would have aced every one of those lessons.

I had one exam today that I knew I passed with flying colors, and I was now all giddy to meet Tommy for dinner. I needed some answers, and last night, we did everything but talk. When I woke, he was gone, like most mornings.

At first, it was perfect. I didn't want any relationships, and I loved that he didn't press any boundaries. I was here pursuing my medical degree, far from home and with no family or friends close by.

My parents were both lawyers but died when I was only ten in a car accident. I was in the back seat, unable to do anything but watch them bleed out. I knew that was why I wanted to be a doctor. I never wanted to watch helplessly while someone I loved died.

Of course, I never loved anyone after I lost my parents, though. Tommy was the first person I let get close to me. It was by pure accident, too. We hooked up at a party last year, then kept finding each other, mostly in bed. I can't even recall exactly when it happened, but I was finding myself counting down the minutes until we saw each other again.

Tommy was so free with a wild spirit. His best friends Danny, Paul, and Gio were always at his side that sometimes they seemed more like bodyguards than friends.

Danny and Paul were like annoying, foul mouth brothers, and Gio was the serious one. He didn't like our relationship and made it very obvious with his stares and comments to me. I didn't understand, but we were just casually hooking up in the beginning, so I didn't care either.

Then, something happened, and somehow, we became inseparable. Every night, he snuck into my bed, and I found myself unable to fall asleep until he came to me.

My 21st birthday just passed, and Tommy threw me a huge party on a boat. A boat he rented! No, it was more like a freaking yacht. He went all out for me. He even gave me a bracelet as my present, which was probably more money than everything I owned combined.

I knew Tommy came from old money. He didn't hide his expensive clothes or shy away from flaunting the fact he could have anything he wanted. We rarely spoke about our family, so I wasn't sure what his dad did for a living. I just knew they were loaded, and his mom had passed away a long time ago.

His father became stone-cold to him after his mother's death. I was sure that was why he was so rambunctious now. He was off on his own without Daddy's strict gaze to tell him he was doing everything wrong.

I didn't know what it was like to have any type of parents growing up. I was sent to live with my aunt after my parents died. She was an unloving woman who seemed to be afraid of me. I was only ten at the time, so I never understood her problem.

I was given everything I needed or asked for, but once I turned eighteen, I just left. There was no love at home, no close friends to miss, and I needed to find out who I was on my own. That's how I ended up in New York with barely two pennies to my name.

"You look stunning, dear." Tommy pulled me from my thoughts as he stood over me. I had been sitting with Gio at a fancy restaurant for at least an hour, waiting for him to arrive. All Gio would tell me was that he was late. He wasn't much of a talker.

"You look delicious," I responded, standing to hug him. His lips found mine instantly, taking an aggressive kiss right there in front of all these strangers. I shyly pulled away with a blush. I loved how he overwhelmed me, but I didn't like everyone else seeing it.