The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal

Four

De Luca

"Fuck Marianna, what is this?" I ask scanning her back. It's filled with red lines. The kind you get from a whip or a belt. And they weren't there yesterday when I saw her because she was wearing a backless dress. It's not something you could miss.

"None of your damn business" she says defensively.

"Did someone do this to you? Tell me who they are and I'll put a bullet between their eyes" I run my fingers over the marks lightly. She flinches but doesn't make a sound "Who was it?" I growl because I'm angry. I can't believe anyone would hurt her like that. She's Marianna Lombardi. All you have to do is look at her to know how spoiled she is. She showed up at my doorstep with her bodyguard and two women as if we were still in the 18th century where women took maids everywhere. No way would she let anyone hurt her like this without fighting back. She spins around, gracing me with the front view. Have I mentioned how hot her tits are? Focus Chris.

"Unlike most people, I have a certain taste when it comes to sex. Making love just doesn't cut it. I like it rough with a little pain. Maybe I could show you sometime?"

Well Fuck me. "No thanks. Now go back to your room before I show you just how I like my sex. In my opinion it's too early for you to have that privilege"

"Go to hell De Luca" she says storming off. I stand there for a few seconds wondering what I got myself into. Why did I agree to host this spoiled brat for six months? Just a few hours and already she's got my men on edge. We have an important deal in the morning so I ordered everyone to sleep. But Marianna woke them up with her screaming. I'm sure none of them is going back to sleep and now I'll have to deal with grumpy assholes all day.

Screw that brat. For a second there I was furious thinking someone had hurt her. But I should have known. She's been full of surprises since I met her at the party the other day. Talking back at me and her father, getting into fights, waking the entire house up and littering my kitchen. I realize she woke up to eat because she had missed dinner but didn't bother cleaning up. Aside from teaching her a few things, I'm going to have to instill some manners in her. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't mind leaving my hand print on that pretty ass.

When I get back to my room, I realize there's no way I can go back to sleep. It's almost three in the morning so I take my laptop and sit on the bed. I haven't looked over this month's expenses yet. I might as well do that now. Fausto is my accountant and he handles everything but I can't afford to be too trusting. Whenever I have the chance, I go over the books just to make sure everything is okay. If I find a problem, there better be a legit explanation or someone will lose their head. I must have been so immersed in work that I didn't notice it was already morning. Nev who is the only person that has the habit of walking into my room without knocking plops down beside me saying

"You forgot to mention how hot she was" he's talking about Marianna.

"Should I have? When you refused to go pick her up, I thought you didn't care"

"That was before I met her" he says tucking some of his unruly hair behind his ear. I don't know why he keeps it so long. Perhaps tomorrow he'll tell me he wants to transition into a woman. Who knows? "Last night I went to get a beer because I was thirsty. She was sitting in the kitchen eating and I decided to test her. Pointed a gun at her but she didn't even flinch. You wanna know what was funny?"

"What?" I ask just to humor him.

"She already had a knife right below my heart. I don't know when she picked it up or how it ended up being pressed against my chest. Can you believe that?"

"Shocking, right?" I ask sarcastically but I guess Nev is too impressed by her to pick up on my sarcastic comments.

"Yes man. You're the only person who sneaks up on me. I still can't figure out when she picked that knife up"