Chapter 5

Lena’s POV

His voice dripped with a deadly amount of seriousness. One I didn’t want to mess with. How was I even supposed to do that? When I’m not sure about exactly what I feel for him. 

When one minute, the air around him is like the cool and calming breeze on the sea. The next minute, it's like the air in the forest of birds when a hunter fires his rifle. Choatic and deadly. 

His father was way worse? 

What the hell did I get myself into? 

Welcome to the motherfucking Mafia family, Lena. 

“Fine.” I schooled my features, “We are telling him the truth about who I really am.”

His brows knitted together, “A murderer?”

“Funny,” I rolled my eyes, looking away, “A stripper,” I muttered, looking back to find his cold eyes boring holes into my face.

“Don’t ever do that again. Roll your eyes at me.” His tone was stern and serious.

After last night and the days I have spent with this man. I wanted to test him, to push his limit, and see what this devil really looks like underneath his handsome mask. He made me orgasm in ways I never thought possible.

I was asking for trouble. That bit was certain. But I was a Baricelli now, I had to start acting like it. If his father is as dangerous as I think he is, then I may as well need a test subject.

“Or else what?” I glared back boldly into his eyes. 

He frowned, his brows matting together before being replaced with a smirk. “I’ll fuck you, till you crawl on all fours,” 

His deep voice sent a chill down my spine, still I managed to utter. “I’d like to see you try,”

He moved closer. This close, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His fresh and minty breath slapped my face before I tasted him on my tongue. He came in, hot and fierce, possessing my lips just like I wanted him to. Heat pooled between my thighs, liquifying my cunt, and heaven knows it wanted more than a kiss. 

I wanted to merge our bodies into one and allow his hardened cock to ride me senseless into oblivion. 

I tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer. I could feel my body melting under the heat from his touch, and my moans dripping with urgent need as his tongue hit the roof of my mouth. 

I was possessed by the handsome devil and dare I say, obsessed. 

When he slipped his hands between my thighs, feeling my moistness, my clits hardened under his touch. 

“You’re dripping, and I haven't done anything to you. Yet ” he whispered, his lips gracing the shells of my ears, making my insides turn to mush.

I held his hand there, letting him rub my clit. 

I have never been so bold. So fearless. So lustful. 

Maybe working in a strippers' club and watching some nasty things go down has taken a toll on me. 

In the entire nineteen years of my existence, I have never been so alive. Never felt this kind of fire burning through me. 

It felt wrong. But deep down, I knew I wanted more. 

I felt the burst of pleasure sailing through me. I tilted my neck, granting him access…. 

He broke the kiss, breathing on my neck, causing another wave of need to ripple through me, leaving my heart in a beating mess. 

He swiped his lips with his thumb, then smirked at me, with a look in his eyes that hinted, he did this to turn me on purpose. 

“Ride leaves in thirty minutes, meet me downstairs when you’re done.” He turned and left.

“Fuck you,” I cussed, tossing a pillow at the closed door. My panties were completely soaked and slimy. My buds were pulsating heavily. 

If this is his idea of punishment, then it really did work. 

Throughout the car ride, I didn't say a word to him. He was all smiles. He enjoyed punishing me.

As soon as we got to his parents’ house, Lucano killed the engine. My eyes flickered to a fountain shaped in a lion's head, water rushing out of it. 

Any more wowing my jaw would hit the floor. No offense to Lucano’s penthouse, but this place was like a mansion in heaven. The sea of flowers. Vineyards blooming across the horizon as far as my eyes could see. 

“Is this her?” A man stepped in front of us, in a satin shirt, shifting my focus. He had black hair with threads of gray in it. Intimidatingly tall. Strikingly handsome even with the fine wrinkles on his forehead. Now I see who Lucano takes after.

“I’m Lena. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Baricelli. Lucano has said a lot about you.” I rambled nervously, heart pounding aggressively in my chest, as I said a prayer, hoping he wouldn't ask what Lucano said. 

“Oh really?” He looked taken aback, as though he knew I was lying. “What exactly did he say?” He smiled. 

“My Oh My. Is that who I think it is?” An elegant woman, in her late forties, stepped forward, creating an aversion. 

A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

Her red dress hugged her curves perfectly, and her gray hair was styled in layers to perfection. Her poise was graceful. 

Where I lived, women her age wore baggy clothes and scarves. Here she was wearing a dress with a high slit and open cleavage.

“This is my step-mother,” 

“Oh, stop it. You can call me Patricia,”  She engulfed me in a hug, and I could smell her expensive cologne. She turned behind her, “Come here, son, your sister in-law is here,” 

“You’re Lucano’s wife? I thought he had better taste.” He spat with disdain. Embarrassed, I lowered my eyes. I took time to make sure I dressed beautifully, now it's certain they can see right through the facade.

Luciano’s fist tightened by his side. I could see the rage in his eyes. But could also see the restraint.

“Santos!” Mr Baricelli yelled.

“Just stating facts, Dad,” 

“This is Santos, my step-son,” Mr Baricelli added.

After introductions, we moved to the table beside the pool for breakfast. The air was cold against my skin, quenching the heat that was growing inside me. 

I sat at the table, legs shaking erratically under the table. I felt Lucano’s palm clamp down gently on them. “You're doing great,” he reassured, and that seemed to bring me relief, if it was coming from him, right?

“So Lena, what do you do for a living? Lucano here failed to mention anything about you.” 

I gulped down my food quickly, clearing my mouth before I spoke. “My dream is to become a surgeon. But I’m a…” The words stuck in my throat, and my mouth suddenly became dry as cotton.

“Go on, dear,” Mr Baricelli motioned. 

“I’m a stripper in your son’s club.” 

Santos spewed out drink from his mouth. 

Patricia’s spoon fell, clanking against the plate before hitting the floor. 

Mr Baricelli’s fork froze midair.

“That was how he met me,” I added. I felt beads of sweat lining my forehead and circling my armpit.

“Interesting.” Mr Baricelli muttered, “So you are saying that men touch you as they please? Like a commodity?”

“Dad!” Lucano yelled. I gave him an eye signal, and he understood and calmed down.

“Lucano made rules to protect us.”

“I see….so what happens if someone breaks them?”

This wasn’t going the way I expected it to. Any more questions, and I’ll shit my pants. I have to prove to him that I deserve their name. 

If Lucano doesn’t get his father’s company, my mum and sister, go back to being in life-threatening conditions. I go to jail. 

I clicked my purse open, my hands clammy and trembling as I brought out a gun, and pointed it at Mr Baricelli. 

Surprisingly, he didn't flinch, but Princess Santos had ducked under the table. 

“What are you doing?” Lucano questioned, confusion and anger dripping from his voice. 

“Showing my father-in-law here, what I’d do if someone were to touch me without my permission,” I didn't know where this boldness was coming from, but it felt good to be the scarecrow for a change. 

I fired the gun. 

After the blaring sound of the pistol, a dead silence followed. 

Lucano had taught me how to shoot in the three days I spent with him. He said it was for my protection. But he’s already regretting it, judging by the menacing look in his eyes.

“Fascinating.” Mr Baricelli spoke with an unreadable expression on his face, one arm crossed on his chest, the other caressing his jaw as he stared at me. “Lucano, a word in private.” 

Lucano shook his head, giving me a disapproving look as he walked away, and it was certain that I had messed everything up.