Bound by my blood

Chapter thirty-eight

She was either wildly naive
Or dangerously intelligent
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My hair is frizzy from the sweltering heat in the small kitchen. The boys were all training today so I had taken advantage of time of my own.

The mouth-watering smell of Mamma's soup albondigas was heavenly and my stomach growled loudly as I sat on the cold, title  floor by the oven.

I had experimenting with the family recipes and developing my own versions of some whilst leaving others the way they were.

In a way, cooking was a type of science. At least in my brain it was with all the mixtures, ingredients and food experiments.

I felt in my element cooking, measuring ingredients had always been immensely satisfying and relaxing. Being trapped in the house and had brought back my love for cooking and I had been assigned the role of 'chief' as none of the men could cook anything edible.

The alarm on my phone goes off and I jump to my feet. Steam pours out of the oven as I pull out the dish and place it on the counter.

I am near salivating at the smell and sigh of it when the boys pile in. Angelo and Jax were talking amongst themselves about some kind of new training exercise whilst Vince watches me attentively.

Shyly, I push my hair off my face and stare at the floor for a moment as I try to school my face back to neutrality.

When I finally manage to control my heated and red face, Vince was smirking and sipping some water I had set up for them all at the dining table.

"I hope you guys have showered! I'm not going to sit here and let your stench ruin my meal" I tease as I start plating up my food.

When I don't get a response, I turn to face them with my hands on my hips and a stern expression plastered on my face.

Jax visibly gulps and he eyes the kitchen knife that was on the side next to me before smiling sheepishly at me.

"We're starving, we promise we won't do it again but can we please eat when it's warm" Jax pleads and I just roll my eyes.

"You know where everything is and you better not if you come to another meal stinking. I will beat you up and then get mamma on all you. You know how she feels about meal times" I threaten, trying to act serous but failing miserably. Jax shudders at the mention of my mamma and her strict rules at the dining table.

She had thrown a knife at Babbo once because he was on call at the table when she came in from a mission... the knife had been one of her poisonous ones. However, she had purposefully thrown it a few inch away from his hand as it never hit him. Mamma never misses her target by accident.

No one broke one of her rules again.

Babbo said that she is so strict about meal times because we work in a dangerous line of business. We never know what could be our last meal. Therefore we should cherish each moment and spend time with our family when we can as in the day everyone is working.

"If only you could reach and Regina wouldn't" Vince chuckles, winking in my direction as I place my food down and sit at the head of the table (which is supposedly Vince's spot as head of the Sicilian Mafia).

"Don't be too cocky, I know where the guns are kept and where you sleep" I smirk, winking in his direction before starting to eat.

Angelo and Jax both chuckle as they join us at the table. We all talk amongst ourselves as we eat; Vince and Jax still didn't like each other much but I didn't expect them too. At least they weren't arguing and trying to kill each other.

Soon all the plates have been cleared and Angelo and Jax had both disappeared once again. Both had said they had work to do.

"Divide and conquer? I'll wash and you can dry and put away" I suggest, switching the hot tap on. I squeeze the washing up liquid bottle and watch as the water turns soapy.

"Or I can just sit and watch" he proposes and I flip him off. He raises his eyebrows and saunters over to me. He stops mere inches away from me. He places his hands on the edge of the counters on either side of me, trapping me between him and the counter.

"What have I told you about that?" He asks, one of his fingers trailing my side slowly. I shudder and nearly forget all my reason.

"I shouldn't do it as I need to respect my elders" I stutter and he pretends to think about it for a moment. His finger moves from my ribs to the waistband of my joggers. I inhale sharply and he smirks.

"Not quite. Try again".

I open my mouth to respond just as he pulls at the string of my thong. It snaps against my skin when he lets go. I bite down on my lip. Hard.

"Alexandria. When I ask a question I expect a response, now what have I told you about flipping me off" He repeats and I shiver as his hand lands on my upper thigh. Once again I find myself losing the ability to think of anything that doesn't involve Vince inside of me.

His mouth travels to my neck. Leisurely kissing every now and then. I arch my back into him as he bites the skin of my throat. I hiss as he sucks it, no doubt leaving his mark against my skin.

We are so caught up in each others desire and arousal we didn't notice 2 people entering the kitchen until one snarls, "If you don't stop touching my sister, Vincenzo, I'm going to blow your brains out and I promise no one will find your body".