Dinner with the Mafia ✔

Chapter 40

I almost choked on my water.

So, that is his approach of stating that we are together.

I am his.

Butterflies are everywhere.

It feels weird and not like how they describe it in books and movies. 

After a while of complete silence at his bold statement, I cleared my throat and tried playing it cool. "That's right, you are my bitch!" I joked, and he playfully smacked my bum when I stood next to him. That small action managed to make me feel hot and bothered.

"What my Bambi wants, my Bambi shall receive. I am your bitch then," he agreed to my ridiculous joke, taking me by surprise. He was absolutely serious about what he just agreed to, and I was at a loss for words. 

Is he real?

He stood beside me, leaned his head, and started kissing me roughly. Instantly, I gently tugged his hair as he wrapped his big hands around my waist, engulfing me all around. 

His tongue did wonders in my mouth, and his wandering hands were soothing and twisting my erratic heart at the same time. I started to get light-headed from all the heat and lack of breath, but I did not want to break the kiss just yet. 

After a few more seconds of fighting for dominance, I felt his buddy poke my lower stomach and knew we were crossing a limit if we did not stop, so I broke the kiss to catch my breath. The whole interaction was overwhelmingly good and made fuzzy all over.

I thought he wanted to rest for a bit, but he did not stop. His mouth kept showering my neck with soft kisses, and I moaned at the newfound sensation. He reached for my scarred shoulder, making me flinch, but gently kissed my ugly scar despite my fears and worries. "You are so fucking bewitching and ravishing!" His Italian accent accentuated every syllable he just said, making me smile and forget my scar for a hot minute. 

I cupped his cheeks and kissed his nose.

His grin was sexy and captivating, and his lips were red from devouring my mouth and neck, and I needed more. "You are so beautiful, Dario." I kissed his forehead. Unexpectedly, he dropped to his knees in front of my private lady parts, and my eyes widened. "Um, what are you doing?" I placed my hands on his, nervously preventing him from exploring more of my inner thighs.

"You said you would wait until after you get married to lose your innocence, but you never said anything about fingers and tongues."

Say what now?

At this point, I was like a red tomato about to explode. I was so bothered and desperately needed a release, but I did not know if I was ready yet for him to do it. "Dario, I-"

Before I could reply, the door to the kitchen burst open, and Enola stood there with food in one hand and Andrea in the other. Her eyes widened while Andrea giggled, unaware of the situation.

"Shot, fudge, dang it! I am so effing sorry, guys!" She turned around while dodging curse words like a pro. Dario let go of me and stood next to the sink, and I was next to the fridge. "I should have knocked. Mi dispiace tanto!"

"Um, it's okay. You did not interrupt anything," I lied and smiled at Andrea.

Dario scoffed as he held his nephew gently and kissed his chubby cheeks while pouting like a child. "Oh yes, you did. Next time, ring the dang bell. I will open the effing door. Try not to use my key unless it's a death or life situation, sorella!"

"I know, I know! But we are late for our date. Mattia is waiting in the car. Here, that's everything you need for Andrea, and this is my thank you meal. I hope you enjoy it, and again, I am so sorry, Jolene." She hugged me. "You will tell me how that happened later, minus the dirty deeds," she whispered, and I blushed again.

She left before she heard another lecture from her Mafia don brother, and I looked at Dario.

"What just happened?"

"Enola happened."

"Zio Dar, Mia n Me!" Andrea said in Italian, and I stared at Dario for translation.

"He wants to watch a cartoon show called Mia and Me, and zio means uncle. Let's go to the living room. I will bring my appetizer and Enola's Spaghetti. Can you carry him?" Dario asked, and I cheerfully agreed.

"Of course, vieni qui, piccola." I told Andrea to come here in my very basic Italian, and he happily opened his hands for me to hold him. He was so tiny and adorable. I assumed he did not know English yet, so I did not attempt to talk with him. However, Andrea surprised me when he held my face in his little palms once I sat on the sofa with him on my lap.

"Beaful gol!" he whispered, and I melted. Baby fever was so on, and I wanted to pinch his cheeks like grandmothers but decided against it because I did not like hurting babies, even if it was a joke. 

He called me a beautiful girl, which was the biggest compliment anyone could take from a toddler. Children were brutally honest.

I cupped his cheeks and rubbed my nose on his. "Oh, my baby! You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen." His laugh told me he understood what I said, and I was in awe.

"I thought I was the most beautiful boy you have ever seen?" Dario entered the living room with the food and Andrea's meal.

I covered Andrea's ears and looked at Dario with a serious expression. "You thought, bitch."

"Damn it, Bambi!"

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13.09.2023

I updated earlier than expected! 

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