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Chapter 3

*Edited*

(Rosalyn's POV)

His hot lips collided with mine suddenly, my body moved to acquaint his own needs. His hard body pressed into mine, his lips moving to trail down my neck and shoulder. A soft moan escaped my mouth as my body arched into his. His hands explored my body hungrily as I clung to him needing him, wanting him. Then just as fast as it all started he began poking my cheek.

"Wake up, Rose" his husky voice appeared right next to me suddenly. My eyes shot open as I pushed as far away from the man leaning onto my bed looking down at me. I played with my bed sheets refusing to look at the man I was just having a very intimate dream about. A smirk still plastered on his face as a small chuckle escaped those perfectly molded lips of his.

"W-what do you want?" I stuttered my cheeks burning a brighter shade of red than before. My bed shifted as Brandon stood up properly and looked at me with a broad smile on his face.

"My father is back from Italy and demands he meets the new woman I have decided to 'fall madly in love with'" he said looking at me a nervous glint in his eye. I looked back down at my bed sheets, suddenly feeling nervous about meeting his mob family.

"It's an early dinner, it would be greatly appreciated if you got out of bed as its lunch time" he said sounding annoyed. I looked at the digital clock and sighed pushing the covers off my body and walking past Brandon heading to the closet he stood by. His hand reached out grabbed my wrist pulling me up against his chest, suddenly becoming aware of my breathing and morning breath. My lips pursing together trying to not let out a single breath of my nasty morning breath I always managed to wake up with.

"You have a large array of pajamas at your disposal and yet you decide to sleep in your underwear?" He said his eyes tracing over my body hungrily.

Oh fuck.

I was suddenly aware of how close we were and how much clothing I was vacant of. After last nights dinner I wasn't in the mood for any of this, so taking off the dress I laid in bed looking at a photo I kept on my bedside table. I tried to push away his arms encircling me, pulling me closer. His lips coming extremely close to my ear that I could feel the stubble that tickled my neck.

"Wear blue, it brings out your eyes better" his husky voice trailed out his Italian accent sending chills down my spine. He let go of me suddenly and walked away as if he had never complimented me. I turned to the now shut door my mouth open. My cheeks began to burn as I stepped into the wardrobe to pick out a dress.

* two hours later *

"Rose! Muovere il culo!" (Move that ass) Brandon yelled out knocking on my door before making his way inside. I looked at him puzzled trying to figure out what he had just said to me. His eyes looked over me and a smile ghosted his lips perfectly. After a long shower and figuring out the multiple buttons I had straightened my hair and left it to hang over my shoulder, I applied little mascara and eye liner allowing my eyes to pop naturally. I had chosen a light blue dress. The straps held the heart shaped bodice up perfectly as it hugged my curves, the remainder of the dress fading to a dark blue as it cascaded down to mid thigh. Accompanied by diamond earrings and a simple necklace and silver heels I was ready to meet Mr-Scary-Drug-Lord-Daddy.

Brandon's eyes couldn't stop looking me over, my own eyes looked at the man before me, he wore a perfectly grey tailored suit and dark blue vest and tie to match. He was a stunner. His jacket was draped over his arm lazily allowing me to easily see the muscles hidden beneath the thin white shirt and vest.

"Mia bella" he said suddenly, walking towards me and putting a hand on my cheeks obviously taking in the dumbfounded look on my face.

"My beautiful" he said in a velvety voice, the words rolling off his tongue perfectly. My cheeks began to flame up greatly. He took my hand in his and lead me to the elevator where we were greeted by Fedora man. The drive there was awkward as my hand was held in Brandon's own hand. I tried to ignore the sparks that flew up my arm.

This is just an act. I reminded myself sighing deeply not looking forward to meeting Brandon's father. We stopped driving a fair distance out side of the city and I was shocked to see a massive white mansion stood before me. Grabbing my hand Brandon pulled me out of the car and led me up the white stairs and knocked on a beautiful wooden and glass door.

A beautiful women wearing a white dress and a blue apron opened the door and smiled at Brandon and I expectantly. Thankfully she lead us through the grand house my mouth having to keep closing as to not appear as shell shocked as I was. Walking through two large white doors I was welcomed with an elegant dining room with red roses scattered in various vases around the room creating a regal atmosphere. Brandon shook hands with a young man who looked almost identical to Brandon only less muscly and clearly a good five years older.

"Rose, I would like for you to meet my older brother Valentine Russo Santoro" Brandon announced looking at me and pulling me forward like I was a prize to be shown off. I received a kiss on the cheek and a big hug as Valentine hugged me greatly.

"It is so nice to meet the girl who has captured my brothers attention" he said his voice silky and the Italian accent dripped off his voice like honey a great comparison to Brandon's.

"It's an honor being the woman to captivate a man like Brandon" I said smiling broadly.

"Well it's obvious as to why he chose you, mia bella" I blushed as I remembered what those Italian words meant. Oh these Santoro boys were making my heart melt!

Brandon pulled me away from Valentine and faced me to a beautiful woman with grey hair and soft brown eyes.

"Madre, I want you to meet Rose" he said again presenting me like a prize. I was shocked when the women pulled me in for a hug and pulled away tears brimming.

"Oh Brandon! She is exquisite!" She exclaimed her hands going everywhere. That's when I heard a loud rumble from across the room that caused a small squeal escape my lips.

"BRANDON!" A big burly guy moved forward and scooped Brandon up in a big hug. His hair was white and he was large, not from fat but rather from the amount of muscle he had. He wore a fresh black suit and he radiated power. Once Brandon was released from the hug the man turned to me.

"Who might this young lady be?" He rumbled with a thick Italian accent that his words came out muffled.

"Dad, this is my girlfriend.. Rosalyn Harper" Brandon's words rang out as the room suddenly got cold and silent. My heart beating against my chest. The mans eyes looked me over looking for some kind of flaw. I gulped unsteadily feeling like I was about to be kicked out.

A frown appeared on his face suddenly and he turned to his son as if he had committed treason. I braced myself to run as his mouth opened sternly, a finger against his sons chest.

"How much did you pay her?!" He said angrily looking at his son sternly my breath catching in my throat. The room suddenly dead silent as I panicked and looked at Brandon who's face was calm.

I held my breath waiting for the room to explode.