Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 9 - The Truth About Love

Niko POV

The second Vivian walked down the stairs in that cute little sundress for church I felt my need for her body. She looked so innocent and it was sexy as hell. I knew her pussy had to be fucking tight to mess my cousins up so much. That damn fool gave his life for her, and he didn't even know her.

I approached her ready to tear her apart, but then she gave me this sweet smile. Marie had told me they had a talk last night and Vivian understood how to behave properly. My dick twitched at the idea of her listening like a good girl for me. My lips leaned to her ear when it hit me. I was trying to tease her.

What the fuck is wrong with me? If I wanted to fuck her, then I'll just fuck her. I didn't need to be nice to her first.

My response came out, "You look... nice" like a total idiot. She didn't seem to notice that her little body with large breast and round ass had my tongue tied, and luckily no one was close to us.

She looked me dead in the eyes then her fucking mouth opened. I don't know why I bothered with her. I'm going to raise Tommy from the grave and kill him all over again.

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After church we headed back for lunch then headed to Tommy's burial. This was not going to be easy for me. Vivian was a good distraction all morning, but I can't keep playing these little games with her. She needed to learn to behave or I would have to remove her.

Vivian was mostly quiet during lunch except for a few jabs between her and Gio. He really couldn't stand her so I decided he would permanently be her guard. He wouldn't lose focus due to her body or attitude, and even though he wished her dead, he wouldn't dare go against my orders.

After the burial we headed back to the mansion for drinks and that's when I noticed how she hated to be called Mistress. When I first heard them call her that I didn't correct anyone because it gave her a certain level of protection. Now it was just causing her to nearly explode and I can't have any more outbursts.

I made a point to clarify to everyone she was a guest from a distance family and not my whore. I didn't even know what made anyone assume that in the first place. I didn't want that woman and I would never take her as my Mistress of the house. I wasn't even married.

Vivian wore another tight black dress and every guard made a point not to look at her. I don't know why they resisted when she looked sexy as hell with that little body. I'm not sure if it was good that they kept their horny dicks away from her, or bad because they thought something was going between us. She had no power and deserved no respect.

I watched Sophia slowly approach Vivian as she smiled my way. I had spoken to her when the service began and told her she needed to properly introduce herself to Vivian.

Sophia didn't care about Tommy and now that he was dead, her eyes were set on me. She acted like a scared nineteen-year-old girl, but I saw how vicious she could be. I wouldn't touch her, even if I was paid too. She was an obedient virgin from a powerful family though.

Taking her as wife would not only be ideal, it would unite our families stronger. I was thirty-five years old and didn't care much for the politics of it all. I wouldn't mind a young woman, but I didn't want to feel like I broke her the first few years. I was rough in bed and there was never a desire to be any other way.

Made men always had side women for their more aggressive or dirtier desires. All these years I just kept my dick happy with the whores and skipped the whole wife bit. Now, I just needed someone to give me an heir and nothing else really mattered. The Capo's wife didn't need to be a young virgin like many other made men wanted, and if Sophia was my only option I would definitely pass.