Massimo's pov
"Fuck..." I growl at the nurse who stitches up my wound. I grab the bottle of whiskey and downed it, the taste burning my throat, the bitterness lingered on my tongue.
"How the heck did you even get hurt in the first place hmm?" Luca sits beside me on the plane and grabs a handful of grapes, stuffing it down his mouth. Sometimes he disgusts me and reminds me of a damn pig.
"Jamal." I muttered and he raised his eyebrow.
"That fucker hired goons to kill me off. I'm starting to think he really wants to meet death." Luca chuckles and throws his head back.
"Man. He's really got your panties in a twist." The nurse left after she bandaged my wound and I relaxed. "We have his daughter, so he'll come around."
I winced at his words. Hana, the girl who saved me from bleeding out. I sighed and run my hand over my face. Luca gets up and pats my shoulder.
"Get some rest." My eyes closed, my breathing in a slowed pattern as i try and relax.
Soft pants. Plush lips. Eyes as brown as honey, glazed into my eyes. Velvet skin, contacting with my skin. Is this real? The softness of her fingers caressing my cheek as she whispers my name. Her hands rubbing my bare chest, tracing her fingers on my tattooed skin. My nose buried against her neck as my tongue comes out for a taste. Her sweet moans as she arched her back, begging for more. My hips riding against her as I rode her pleasure out.
I jolt up to the plane landing. I looked down at my crotch and groaned. A fucking wet dream. Of Hana. I pulled myself together and got up. Hana was asleep, her lips parted. The memory of her pants in my head was like a thorn in my mind I couldn't get rid of. Luca walks towards me and gives me a smug look. I brush him off.
"Wake her up."
Two cars awaited us and I got into the first one. Hana enters, sitting next to the window on the other side and Luca enters the second car. I text Luca why he got into the second car and he replies with a nonchalant answer. I couldn't wait to get back to my villa. To get drunk, and definitely laid. To get her out of my mind.
My eyes drifted towards her, then to her shaking thighs which I raised my eyes too. I wanted to ask what was wrong but decided against it. She lets out a small whimper and I looked at her again. Her arm circled her stomach, like she was in pain. Did she get hurt and not tell me?
"Hana." She doesn't look at me to which I call out her name again.
"Fiore mio, look at me." She ignores me for a second time making me frustrated, my fingers clutched around her chin, turning her head so she is looking at me.
"What's wrong?" Her eyes were glassy, she was definitely in pain.
"Did you get hit?" I go to lift her dress to which she stops me. She was gentle, even if she did want to detach my hand from her.
"N - no...I'm not hurt.." She was clearly lying. I could tell by the way she trembling and trying to hold back a whimper.
"You think I'm stupid?" I growl at her angrily but noticed the scared look on her face. I calm down and rethink.
"If you're not hurt then why do you clench your stomach like that?"
She hesitates for a few moments. I don't pressure her, letting her have some time to get her words out of her pretty little mouth.
"I'm on my....p - period..." Her voice stutters and I stare at her blankly.
"Period?"
"It's when girls menstrual happens every month." Fucking Marco the driver states.
"I know what a fucking period is. Shut up and drive." I run my hands through my hair, thinking of what to do. Never in my life did I have to deal with a woman on her period. She leans over, clutching her stomach once more. I frowned and swiftly placed her on my lap.
"Come here." Her big brown orbs stare at me in shock. I removed her arms away from her stomach and gently massaged it. This woman was making me soft. Her body relaxes and a small smile tugged on my lips, knowing I was helping.
"I'll have Maria get a hot bath running and anything else you need." She nods her head.
The feeling of her thighs pressed against mine sends shivers. I wanted to run my hands up her dress and - I cut that thought out and go back to rubbing her lower abdomen.
We finally reached the villa and I was set on carrying her in, but she refused. I crossed my arms as she looked like an old granny walking. I stand behind her, one of my arms around her back and the other behind her knee and lifted her up in the air. I didn't care about the looks my guards were giving me and headed inside. I called out for Maria.
"Welcome back..." She paused as she notices me holding Hana, her eyes loitered around us.
"Run a bath and prepare any items that are needed for menstruation." I could feel the heat of Hana cheeks heat up to which I let out a small chuckle. Maria gets to it and I carry Hana to her room, gently placing her down on her bed.
She muttered a thank you, which slightly surprised me and I give a curt nod and left the room. I decided to have a shower, to get rid of the dirt, blood and boner that begged to be free my trousers.
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Bound by Blood and Belief: A Mafia Series; 1
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