Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 29

Lucky

Sometimes a girl has just got to show a man she means business, even if you are becoming insanely attracted to said man. It's the way it is, well for me anyway. I know what Nico was doing, I could feel his hard cock on my back he was that close to me. Needless to say, he has put self defense classes off until tomorrow. Ha. I'll show him my moves, listen I am a Gianluca do you think my daddy brought me up not able to protect myself? That aside I do have three older brothers. Anthony, Lorenzo and Mattia have all shown me how to take care of myself. It was no secret from when I was a kid, oh I'd say around five or six that I knew I wasn't born into any ordinary family.

For a start we never had other kids come round to play, we had families big huge families turning up for events, always dressed in black the men and the ladies in more colors than the rainbow with their dark hair, red painted lipstick, the odd blonde here and there but mostly dark haired, dark eyes – all of them glamorous and everything I wanted to be when I was that young, tender age.

My school wasn't just any normal school from the state either, I attended a private school for the privileged and the girls could be really mean with their so-called sisterhood and peer pressure. Thankfully, Mia became my friend, and we were always together. I did used to wonder how come a lot of the other kids would be picked on by the sisterhood girls and I was left alone. It took Anthony my eldest brother to explain to me about the fact that daddy was a Don. He didn't go into detail; Google gave me all the answers I needed. It turns out that most of the kids especially the girls were shit scared of me as I grew up. Suited me fine, they could all go on about their business and I could be a geek and study hard and read all the books I wanted to, to my heart's content not to mention trying to seduce my male teachers when I was older.

Apparently, Nico is taking me out riding this evening and we're having dinner outside in the grounds. He said to make sure I wear something warn as the evenings are cooler and with the ocean it always seems to drop a few degrees. I've showered because doing hillwalking, then his trainer put me on the CrossFit machine, followed by thirty minutes of light weights with many reps, I needed a shower. Nico left after I bit his arm swearing and cussing, leaving me chuckling because hell it was fucking funny watching a Don, a dark man like Nico who has broken fingers and held knives to people's throats, crying like a baby over a bite to his arm and by a woman, nonetheless.

My long dark hair hangs down my back, it feels cool from washing it and I inhale my mango shampoo, my favorite. Dressed in my satin pajama shorts and a camisole I decide it's time to call Mia. Thankfully, Nico did put her number in this phone, he said I could only be on it a few minutes and that we'd be having new phones every other day. Wow, so paranoid, although I know we have reason to be, but it strikes me as a tad excessive.

The phone rings on the other end. "Hello, you better not be some fucking whack job."

"Mia, it's me. Lucky."

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Are you okay? Are you safe? Where the holy fuck are you? I've been worried sick." I can hear the concern in her sweet voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hell holed up somewhere about four or five hours out of New York on some remote island."

"Shit, I heard about the shooting. Any idea who was behind it and if it was meant for you to get to Nico or for Nico?"

"No fucking idea. He's on it. He's got everyone all over it. Listen, I can't talk long, I have to ditch this phone so there is no trace. I just wanted to check in with you and let you know I was fine, albeit bored out of my mind. And Nico, jeez he is driving me insane."

"Ah, but I could think of worse guys to be holed up with. I mean, he is seriously handsome and debonair, I wouldn't mind a man like Nico Santangelo."

"Mia," I warn. "He's my fiancé."