Married to the mafia boss Series

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She’s beautiful when she sleeps.

Her face looks young and unrestrained. All the worries she wears on her face are gone. I love the way she snores softly through parted lips. I love that her little hands grasp at me every now and again. I love how dark and long her eyelashes look resting against her cheeks. I love the smoothness of her skin and the peachy scent of her hair.

I didn’t think she would do it. Run away with me that is. Arabella has always been the type of person to put other people’s needs before hers. It makes me love her even more but it’s also her one greatest flaw. I was ecstatic when she chose the path for herself and wanted to leave Gaetano at the altar. Even if she decided she didn’t want to be with me, I would still be right here driving the escape car and keeping her safe.

She is my equal in every way. She challenges me and excites me and isn’t afraid to talk back or speak up. The majority of the women in our world have been put down since they were born. So many are meek and afraid to speak up. I’ve seen it with my mother and I’ve even see it with Liliana. Arabella isn’t like that, she’s strong. No matter what shit she’s been through she always comes out resilient.

I twirl my fingers in her thick, chocolate colored hair and she stirs awake. She stretches her body on top of me and smiles. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Good morning,” I sit up in bed to stretch myself. After a while, having a person lay on top of you while you lay flat on your back, really gives you a crick in the neck. I sit against the headboard and hold onto her hips as she straddles my body and raises her arms yawning.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Starving,” her eyes flash with desire.

I chuckle. “I’ll see if they can bring some breakfast up to our room and then we’ve got to move.”

She frowns. “What? Why? There’s a beach nearby, let’s go swim!” Her enthusiasm is hard not to match, but right now I have to be the rational one and keep her safe.

“You and I both know Gaetano didn’t give up in finding you. He’s a short-tempered man who doesn’t like to be made a fool. Now, you made him look like a fool by leaving him at the altar. We have to come up with a plan and go somewhere. We can’t stay in Sicily forever, eventually his men will spot us. Cosa Nostra has eyes and ears everywhere.”

“You’re right,” her face drops and her shoulders slump. I want to kick myself for taking away her excitement.

I look over at the time, six o’clock. “I guess it’s still early out. If you get dressed now, we can go to the ocean but just for a little bit then we need to go.” We can always have breakfast after working up an appetite on the beach.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She kisses me hard and then scrambles off my lap to find the slip she wore under her wedding dress. It’s see-through and I can see her pink nipples and dark pubic hair through the slip, but goddamn does she look good. She’s had enough possessive men tell her what to do, so I don’t lecture her about putting on a bra and underwear. Besides no one will dare gawk at her while I’m around.

I pick up my slacks from the floor and pull them up my hips. Then I grab my wrinkled long-sleeve white button up and put it on. I don’t bother buttoning it up, I leave my chest exposed and I know Arabella likes it from the lustful look in her eyes.

“Come on!” She grabs my arm and tugs me along. You’d think she is a kid pulling her father toward the entrance of Disneyland for the first time.

I can’t help but smile. Whenever she’s happy it fulfills a piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing something. Almost as eager as she is, I scoop her into my arms and carry her downstairs and into the lobby. The place looks vacant but that’s good-the last thing I need is for someone to recognize us. I had paid for the hotel in cash and went under a pseudonym so no one can trace us back here.

I carry her out back and keep walking until we pass through a large number of palm trees and my toes touch soft sand. Her eyes light up as the blue sea comes into view and the small waves crash onto the shore. Arabella jumps out of my arms and screams as she runs toward the ocean.

“Wait up!” I shout as I chase after her.

Her hair is whipping in the wind and her head is tipped back as the most beautiful laugh comes out of her mouth. I watch as she has a skip in her step and she runs much faster than I can catch up with her.

She comes to a dead halt as she reaches the shoreline. She stares down at her feet and waits as the water comes to kiss her toes. She giggles and I wrap my arms around her waist. I kiss the spot under her ear and a large wave crashes into us, soaking us up to our shins.

“I’ve always wanted to live by a beach,” she puts her hands on top of mine and leans her head back against my chest.

“I’ll build you a house right on the beach where we can fence in the property. That way, no one can disturb us as I make love to you in the sand,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

“Can we have a cat and a dog?” She asks.

“Anything your heart desires,” I hold her tighter.

We stand like that for a while with our eyes are locked on the water and we rock back and forth humming. She turns around to face me and for a moment she puckers her lips and leans in. I close my eyes anticipating a kiss, but instead water splashes in my face. She laughs hysterically and when she sees the need for splash-revenge in my eyes, she screeches and runs away.

I chase after her and this time I don’t let her get away. I grab her by the hips and pick her up. She flails her legs, kicking and shouting, and also laughing as I walk into the water until I am knee-deep and then…. I fall bringing her down with me.

Her head pops out of the water, her entire body soaked as hair sticks to her face. “Now you’re going to get it!” She jumps on top of me dunking my head underwater.

We both laugh for a long time and I feel better than I have felt in a long time. She stands up and I admire the way her slip is now completely see through as it clings against her bare breasts showing off her tight, pointy nipples. Still sitting on the ocean floor as the waves crash against my body like a rock, I grab her hands and pull her down to me.

I kiss her deeply and intimately and debate on whether public sex in the ocean is appropriate right now. It would be great-like all sex we have-but if we get caught by the police and go to jail for public indecency, the police are owned by La Cosa Nostra. Going to jail might as well be calling Gaetano and telling him our location right now. Instead, I brush her wet hair out of her face and kiss her softly and unhurried.

“We need a plan,” I hold her face in my hands.

Her arms wrap around the back of my neck and she twists her lips thinking. “Let’s go to Greece.”

“Greece?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It’s on the water, right? It’s not too far so if we grab a flight we can be there in about an hour. No one will look for us in Greece.”

“That’s what you want?” She nods her head. “Okay. Looks like we are honeymooning in Greece.”

All I have to do is get in contact with a man I’ve known since I was a child. He lives in Switzerland, he used to be a part of the mafia in Chicago until he ‘retired’ and moved away to take care of his sick wife. He’s one person I know we can trust for sure. He’ll be able to get us fake passports and disguises.

“How would you feel about going blonde?” I pick up a piece of her beautiful hair.

“No way! I’d look terrible as a blonde,” she snatches her hair out of my hand playfully.

“As a disguise, babe.”

“I guess. What about you?”

“What about me?” I look adoringly up into her enchanting brown eyes.

“Which kind of disguise should you have…. maybe shoulder length red hair?” She chuckles as she runs her fingers through my thick dark hair. “How about you go blonde with me?” My nose crinkles in disgust and she bursts out laughing.

“Come on,” I hoist her out of the water and into my arms. I walk us away from the shore and back toward the hotel. “The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we will be living it up in Greece.” She laughs and I know she’s just excited to be free and allowing herself to be the bubbly, happy girl she used to be.

I hear a click and feel something cold being shoved against the back of my head.

“No one’s going anywhere.”