Little Bambina

Twelve

Luca

I was not surprised when I found out that Ramírez wanted Allison to marry my pathetic brother. How I loathe him. He doesn't deserve her, never will. No one deserves Beauty more than me. The moment I saw her I decided that she was the one for me. I have never been in love before in all of my twenty-five years of life. I have never had a girlfriend either. And for someone with my reputation, surprisingly, I have only fucked a handful of women. Four to be exact.

I was too focused on building a name for myself. My empire. My legacy. I was determined to do anything by all means to be successful. Even if it meant doing it the illegal way. Most, if not everyone, know my name on the streets. But not my face, just how I like it. Not even the men and women who work for me know my face

Nonna disagrees with my way of life she thinks it's suicidal but she still loves me regardless. There's absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for her. I owe her my life. She took me in at a tender age of thirteen and raised me after my parents wanted nothing to do with me because of my rebellious behavior. She allowed me to change my last name to hers which I'm grateful for.

I have always been the one to break the rules and do the unexpected between my brother and I. Carlos was and still is my parents pet. How they adore him and gave him everything he ever wanted. He did everything they wanted.

Knowing that he wanted to marry my Beauty made me angry. How was he going to introduce her to the family knowing very well that our, no, that his parents are racists. And they never hid it. They made it very clear that none of us were to marry outside of our race. Or maybe he finally grew some balls and decided to do as he wishes.

We were cool when we were very young. My brother was cool before he changed. We would do everything together, go everywhere together. We were inseparable. We were like every other twins. That's how we came about the name Beauty. We decided that if we ever found the love of our lives we'd call her Beauty. I was surprised to find out that he did just that with MY Beauty. I will not have him have her. She was mine first. I claimed her first. No one else can have her but me.

We don't come from a rich family. We were middle class. They still are but I'm not. Dear brother thinks he's a big shot just because he's a CEO of some company.

When I turned fifteen I discovered the life of underground fighting. To me it seemed like the right way to release all the pent up anger I had from my parents not wanting me. It was brutal in the first three months for me always getting my ass handed to me and the bruises I got made nonna very upset. She'll scold me but always tends to my wounds. Eventually, I got the hang of things and became better. I made a lot of money which I used as capital to start of drug dealing. I won't lie but I used the easiest way I know to make a lot of money. That was ten years ago and today I'm worth millions of dollars.

All that money is for Beauty and I. She will never need for anything. I will take care of her and our kids that she will bear for us. How ever many kids she wants we will have. Maybe in the next three to four years. Right now I need to focus on getting her to marry me. I will not force her but I will persuade her. I cannot be without her. I will not be without her. Nonna will be proud of me for chossing a woman like Beauty to be my wife.

She's so beautiful. She looks so beautiful sitting on our bed with the sun hitting on her melanin skin. Her eyes closed. How did I get so lucky. Any man will be pleased to have her.

"Beauty?" I call her sitting right next to her.
"Hmm."
"Look at me, bambina."
"No, I'm enjoying basking in the sun." She says eyes still closed. I let my eyes shamelessly roam her body. Her nipples are visible pressed against her large shirt and that sorry excuse of shorts have her thick thighs exposed. I lick my lips remembering what happened earlier in her room today. That was our first kiss and I loved it. I want more. So I turn her face to me and plant my lips on her soft ones.

Heaven.

She hesitates at first but eventually gives in. I lift her by her waist and place her on my lap so she's straddling me. She places her tiny hands on my chest. My heart beats frantically because of the position we're in. It is not from being nervous but rather excited. I rub my hands up and down her thighs. Her skin is so soft.

I pull away from the kiss and look at her. She has her eyes closed.
"Beauty?"
"Hmm." She rubs her hands on my arms in circles.
"Are you still not going to look at me?"
She opens her eyes slowly smiling. I return the smile.
"I'm hungry." She whines and pouts.
Fuck. Her lips are swollen from the kiss but they look so delicious right about now I just want to kiss her again. If I do I'll end up fucking her on this bed. Our bed.

"Alright, the kitchen is stocked up so you can make something for us." I tell her picking her up while standing. She wraps her legs around my waist and holds on tight.
"I'm not going to drop you, bambina."
"I know, I've never been picked up this way. I've actually never been carried or picked up at all since I was a toddler."
"Good." I say walking us to the kitchen. I place her on the counter top and stand between her legs and hold her by the waist.

"I want to fuck you, Beauty." I state.
She yelps and covers her face with her hands. I remove them from her face but she shuts her eyes close. I chuckle at her cuteness.
"What do you say, Beauty?"
"I... Uhm..." She lightly pushes me away and jumps off the counter opening the cabinets looking for something I don't know what.

"Bambina..."
"I should be cooking. Remember I said that I'm hungry, right? I say I should start cooking." She says without even looking at me. I sigh. Maybe it's too soon for us to have sex. But I'm having a hard time getting rid of this hard on I have thanks to the fucking shorts she has on. That shit barely covers her ass. That ass.

At this point I'm definitely convinced that she's seducing me on purpose. She's been bending in front of me and moving her ass for the past half hour. I need a distraction but I'm enjoying this a little too much I must admit. I can look all I want she is my woman after all. Yeah, all that ass is mine. I can't help but imagine myself pounding the shit out of her from behind while grabbing a handful of that ass and pulling her hair at the same time or having my hand around her neck while she screams out my name.

Fuck. She's such a temptress. I swear I will punish her for this torture I'm going through.

She places a plate of food in front of me nervously biting her bottom lip. I touch her bottom lip with my thumb.
"I would like to bite on that lip." I say licking my bottom lip. Her breath hitches. I caress her cheek then move my thumb down to her chin.

"What have you made for us, chef Beauty."
"I wouldn't really call myself a chef... Uhm... I made cotoletta with potatoes and panzanella salad. I hope you like it." she says shyly.
"Of course I will, it looks delicious. Mouth watering. Plus, it's Italian." I say winking at her making her smile.

"Have a seat, Beauty. Let's enjoy the food you have prepared for us, no?"

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Dinner was great. We didn't talk at all but it was comfortable. Beauty sure knows her way around the kitchen. She's a keeper.

"Where did you learn to cook?"
We were seated on the sofa watching television that's on mute. She has her head on my shoulder my arm around her and the other on her thigh. Her legs are on my lap and she has one hand on my chest.
"Matilda, our cook who is now pap— I mean my dad's girlfriend."
"Hmm, what else can you do?"
"You know you still haven't told me anything yet." She looks at me.
"I know, bambina, I know."
"Are you going to tell me now?" She asks hopeful. I sigh.

How do I tell her that I sell drugs for a living. That I've had to get rid of a few people who got in my way. I'm scared that she'll judge me but this is the only life I know. I don't want to lie to her either, I don't want to start this relationship on lies. I have to  tell her everything even the ugly truth. I hope she doesn't hate me after this. I don't want to lose her.
If she chooses to want nothing to do with me I'll have no choice but to chain her on our bed. No one is getting in my way of having her as mine, not even herself.