The Don's Young Love (The Don's of Italy Saga Book 1) Age Gap Romance

Episode 52: Homecoming at Capri

Dominic

As we soar through the sky in my private jet, headed towards Italy, my mind is consumed with thoughts of revenge. That bastard Orsino Corsetti will pay for his betrayal. He thought he would just throw Cadenza Montanari under the bus just to hide and cover up his wrong doing. I have his number, that stupid fuck. I'm thankful for having a bedroom on this plane. It's late, and Thalia is sound asleep, unaware of my intentions.

After debriefing my men, I am going to join her in the room. I enter the bedroom and see her sleeping peacefully on her side. She's not showing much yet, but she insisted on having a large body pillow, so I made sure to get it for her. She looks absolutely stunning with my child growing inside of her. I couldn't be more in love with this woman. The thought of marrying her before our baby is born has been consuming my thoughts, especially the idea of getting married in Italy.

I undress down to my boxers and slid into bed with her. She's sleeping with only a white t-shirt on, one of mine. I pull the covers over us both as I envelop her in my arms, breathing in her scent. I close my eyes as sleep washes over me. My dreams are plagued with images of my men taking care of Corsetti in the most gruesome ways possible. I wake up in a cold sweat and look at the digital clock on the nightstand. It's 4:30am. Fuck.

I slide out of bed and slip into my clothes. I head to the cockpit to check in with the pilot and find out how much longer until we reach Italy. Before leaving, I glance back at my sleeping fiancé, Thalia. Her peaceful face fills me with love and determination to protect her no matter what. After we land, my plan is to swiftly arrange a small and intimate wedding for the two of us. Then, I'll take care of that bastard Orsino Corsetti before we return to America. Once we're back home, I will give her the wedding she truly deserves - the one of her dreams.

I slowly make my way towards the cockpit and find my crew members, chatting and relaxing with each other. Some are taking a break while others are sound asleep. I quietly open the door and see the two pilots deep in conversation, still skillfully navigating the plane. Captain Harry notices my presence and speaks up.

"Hey Boss, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Nah, just couldn't sleep. How much longer until we land?" I yawn, running a hand through my short hair.

"We'll be landing in about two hours, sir. Should I wake the others up?" Harry asks, concerned.

"No, let them sleep. I'll wake them up 30 minutes before we land. I'll be up front if you need me," I order and head to my study. I sink into the plush leather couch and shut my eyes, hoping to catch some rest before we touch down in Italy. I spared no expense when customizing this plane 15 years ago, ensuring a small study, a luxurious bedroom with shower and bathroom, and comfortable seats for any guests. I'm excited to return to Italy and check on my intern, who I carefully selected despite lacking experience in art.

Thalia didn't want the job at first, but now that she's dropped out of college, it doesn't sit well with me. I wish she had confided in me about her family's financial struggles; I would have gladly helped without hesitation. She's my woman and soon-to-be-wife, after all. From now on, things will change - she'll go back to school and pursue her dream of becoming an artist and opening her own museum.

I am determined to make sure of it. I may be 50 years old with a much younger wife, but that means nothing to me. She is all mine, every inch of her. Before I deal with Orsino, I need to gather information on that son of a bitch. But when the time comes, he won't know what hit him. That bastard will pay with his life, I guarantee it.

I eventually drift off to sleep, though I'm not sure for how long. When I wake up, Thalia is curled up next to me, her head resting on my chest. I run my hand over her soft skin and she stirs in her sleep. "Sugar Pie, are you alright?" I whisper, kissing her forehead.