Bella Mafia

Chapter 15

Vincent looked into Calli's eyes at the exact moment she said "Calma, Vincenzo."  She had calmed the beast.  He no longer saw red and most importantly, he no longer wanted to kill anyone.  She had soothed him.  She would be his elixir, she would be his everything.

Looking down at her, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, his nerves shot at what had just transpired.  With all the things that he'd seen and done, as a mob boss, he'd never witnessed, that closely, a man hitting a woman.

He couldn't breath when he walked off the elevator and saw his tesoro laying on the floor hurt.  It had made him so angry he couldn't see straight.  But she was okay and she was still willing to accompany him home.

"Okay now?" she asked soothingly, her hands still on his chest.  Nodding he told her "I am now.  What about you?" he asked, still concerned over her wrist.  She smiled and told him that she was just fine.

He wasn't sure about that, but he didn't push it any further and told her that he would give her some privacy so she could change and get packed.  He wouldn't push her, it wasn't necessary.

She looked at him shyly and said "You can stay in here and talk to me if you want.  Since I showered at your place, I'm just going to change quickly and pack.  I wouldn't mind the company."

How could he resist such an invitation?  So he settled himself down on the bed and watched her take a suitcase from the closet and lay it on the bed.

She made every move seem effortless and she was so beautiful and sweet.  She had divested herself of her heels, so that she was walking around bare foot and he thought she had pretty feet.

Her toes were painted a deep cherry red and they just looked beautiful to him.  Vincenzo watched as she took great care in taking her clothes from the closet, getting them packed just right and then everything from the dresser and it was all done.

She grabbed some black jeans, a white top and blue jean jacket, walked to the bathroom and closed the door part of the way, that way they could talk.

"Vincenzo?" her sweet voice called.  "Hmm, bella?" he answered back.  "Tell me about your home" she asked.  He smiled at her request as he loved to tell people about his home.

"What would you like to know?" he asked.  "Tell me about the surroundings first.  Is it on a hill?  Is it by the sea?  Do you have a garden?"  He couldn't help but smile at her innocent questions and would take great pleasure in answering them.

"Well Villa Clarissa, which was named after my mother, sits on the side of a mountain that faces the Adriatic Sea.  The mountain is called Mt. Etna.  It has a spectacular garden that my mother has taken care of mostly by herself.

I think she said she has fifteen different varieties of flowers growing there and other plant life.  It has a huge pool and when I'm home, I like to sit out there a lot.  It's very peaceful and it helps when I need to think.

There are eight rooms, six full baths, a gourmet kitchen, media room, formal living room, den and laundry room.  I know you will come to love it as much as I do" he told her.

He heard the bathroom door pull open and watched his beautiful lady step out.  She had taken her hair down and so it hung like a silky curtain down her backside, her long legs were encased in fitted black jeans, her upper body was wearing a white shirt of some kind and that was hidden beneath a blue jean jacket.

On her feet she wore a simple pair of white Chuck Taylor's and her face was free of makeup other than a little mascara and tinted lip gloss.  She was a natural beauty, make no mistake in that.

Standing in front of him now, he could tell that she was nervous for some reason, so he got to his feet and now was directly in front of her.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, referring to her attire.  "It's more than okay" Vincenzo told her.  "You look bellissimo (beautiful)."  She giggled shyly, saying thank you but Vinny wanted more than her thank you.

"Calli?" he loved saying her name.  "Si?" she responded in their native tongue.  "Posso baciarti? (May I kiss you)" he asked.  "Por favore (Please)" was her answer.

So moving closer to her, Vincenzo put both hands on either side of her face and fisted his fingers through her glossy hair.  Oh God this feels so good he thought as he lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips touched, he could feel her control slipping as was his.  The way her tongue danced with his, the sounds and moans he got from her were enough to send a man to his grave happy.

What did it for him was when he felt her hands going up into his hair, just as his were in hers, and her body language spoke of urgency, almost like she couldn't get enough of his lips.

"Vincent, I..." she started to say when he put a finger to her lips, silencing her.  He placed a tender kiss on her forehead and said "I know, little gattina.  Are you ready to say goodbye to your nona?  I don't mean to rush you, but we have a long flight ahead of us."

She smiled at him and nodded but not before she placed one more quick kiss on his lips, then turned around for her purse and sunglasses.

Vincenzo hadn't made a big deal out of her calling him Vincent, but he loved how it sounded as it rolled off her tongue and he wanted her to feel comfortable with calling him whatever variation of his name that she wanted.

Antonio was still waiting in the living room, chatting with Calli's nona when Vincenzo snapped his fingers and the man came and collected her luggage.  "Boss, Niccola is waiting for you and Ms. Mancini by the elevators" the man told his boss.  Siranni nodded as he made his way over to where Calli and Abrielle were sitting.

He could hear Calli softly sniffing as her nona imparted last words of wisdom and advice.  Leaning forward, Calli told her that she wasn't mad at her and held nothing against her, that she still loved her, always and forever.

"You will come visit me in Sicily, won't you nona?" he heard her ask the older woman.  "My dear child, try and keep me away" Abrielle answered, causing them both to let out the same tinkling laugh.

"Well then" nona started.  "I guess this is it, until we meet again, that is."  Calli gave her grandmother a bug hug and kisses on both cheeks, then stood back for Vincenzo to say his good byes.

"Please take care of her, Vincent.  Please" her words implored him.  "I will nona, with my life" he promised and those few words seem to have lifted the wait of the world from her weary shoulders.

"Meo will accompany you until you can arrange your own men to look after you.  I wish you well in your travels and stay safe" Vincent told her before they left out the front door.

Placing his hand in Calli's he gave her a tender squeeze, just letting her know that everything would work out as it should.  

It was time to go home.  Sicily awaited them, awaited her and he couldn't wait to give her the world and her treasures.