Chapter 4 – Bed

Isabella’s POV

I’m lying on my bed with my eyes closed. I can see his face so clearly in my mind. Zander… I sighed. The way he touched me, and I felt that spark. The way he tilted his head when he asked me a question. The way he held me when we were dancing. I think he liked me. I squealed into my pillow.

I quickly changed into my pajamas and decided to head down to the kitchen for some milk and cookies. I had just passed my parents’ door when I heard Mama screaming at Papa. It stopped me in my tracks. My parents never fought, not even once. Papa loved Mama so deeply that he was putty in her hands. I giggled to myself. The notorious mafia boss was controlled by a five-foot-two, crazy Italian woman. The only woman Papa listened to more was Nonna, but EVERYONE listened to Nonna.

“Sal, I don’t give a fuck what your dad promised. I will not let Isabella marry into the DeMarco family!” Mama screamed. “Antonio is a cruel and vicious man. He is pure evil.  Our daughter is not part of that world. It would destroy her and kill the happiness she has in her heart.”

I gasped. Antonio DeMarco? I was promised to Antonio DeMarco. He was seven years older than me, but he was a notorious legend at my boarding school. He ran a prostitution ring at the school and sold drugs. He once set fire to a boy’s car because he looked at a girl he liked.  It’s rumored that a teacher foolishly stood up to him in his senior year, and the teacher vanished. They also found his wife, children, and cat dead in the teacher’s house.

“Mi Amore,” Papa said. “We have no choice. If we don’t wed Isabella to Antonio, we will start a blood bath between our mafia group and the DeMarcos. Then none of us are safe.”

I could hear Mama crying, almost wailing. Papa tried to comfort her, but she cursed at him in Italian and said she was going to get a drink.

Shit. I scrambled down the grand staircase as fast as possible and headed to the kitchen. I poured a glass of milk and grabbed a couple of Lucia’s amaretti cookies. Then I sat at the counter. Mama pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open and was surprised to see me. She quickly wiped her eyes to hide the fact that she had been crying.

“Bella,” Mama said, surprised. “What are you still doing up?”

“I’m still excited about the wedding and reception,” I lied. “It was so beautiful.”

“I heard Nathan’s new wife is pretty,” Mama stated.

“She is beautiful, Mama,” I sighed. “Amelie could easily be a supermodel, and she is so kind. Her heart makes her even more beautiful.”

“Papa was telling me,” she said, smiling. “I heard you met her brother. What was his name?”

“Yes, his name was Zander. He was the only other person there my age,” I informed her. “Papa, let us go eat cake together. He’s just as nice as Amelie. So kind and humble, you could see it in his amazing grey eyes. I even danced with him, but Papa got mad and we left the party.”

“Oh, really?” Mama smirked. “Is he good-looking, Isabella?”

I sighed, “So handsome, Mama.”

“Isabella… you know…” Mama started to say, and I cut her off.

“I know, Mama, mafia princesses don’t get to date and don’t get to choose who they marry,” I said, dropping my head.

“Trust me, Bella. If there were any other way, I would want that for you,” she advised and stroked my cheek.

“I know, Mama,” I sighed again.

“Now, off to bed, Bella,” Mama advised. “We have Christmas mass in the morning, and Nonna will not let anyone stay home. Even if you were dying, she’d wheel you into Christmas mass on a stretcher.” She giggled.

“I know, Mama,” I laughed. “Good night, Mama.”

“Buona notte, mia bella,” she said and hugged me tight.

I headed up the stairs to my room, hoping I wouldn’t run into Papa. I entered my room and leaned on the door after I shut it. If I couldn’t be with Zander, at least I could dream about him. So, I quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned my face, and hopped into bed. This is the one time I didn’t want to stay up late. I wanted to close my eyes, because I knew Zander would fill my sleep. Unfortunately, that was the only chance he would ever fill my bed.

Zander’s POV

I, Zander Cavanaugh, will marry Isabella Aventini. That was the first thought in my head when I woke up this morning. I knew it when I held her in my arms on the dance floor. Of course, her dad has other plans for her, but I don’t care. Isabella was worth the risk. I have to try and get her number. I’m just not sure how.

There was really no reason for me to get up out of bed yet. Everyone wasn’t coming over to Grandfather’s house for Christmas until the late afternoon. So, I decided to lie in bed a little longer. My mind drifted to Isabella. The more I thought of her, the harder my dick got. I shed my boxer shorts and started stroking my cock. I closed my eyes and imagined it was her mouth on me, and it honestly excited me so much. Her perfect pink lips stroked my cock as I lay on the bed, and she hovered over me. Every time she sank her lips down on my cock, I could see her big, juicy ass behind her head. Fuck me. I wanted to grab that ass. I wanted to smack and bite that ass. The thought of it made me cum hard and fast all over my stomach. If just the thought of her did that, imagine what her actual body would do. I sighed. I have a feeling I’m going to be stroking my dick a lot because of her.

I got up and headed to the shower to clean up and maybe, just maybe, think of Isabella again.