Semua Bab Donatello's Girls: under the consigliere's protection: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Walking down the aisle, my mind went over the conversation I just had with my elder sister. Not only was I getting married to a member of the Mafia, I was getting married to their freaking consigliere, the freaking advisor to the Mafia boss!! That explained why Winter was so worried about me hanging out with Emilio, I could get him into trouble with my fiance, or even worse, I could have gotten him killed for sneaking around with the wife of the Mafia boss's consigliere. I curse internally as I wonder what must have been going through my father's mind when he agreed to the wedding, was he even thinking at all. The least he could have done was to make findings, before marrying not just one, but two of his daughters into the family. Could he have possibly been aware of this little secret the whole time? " For heavens sake Summer, can you stop fidgeting? Every single eye in this room is watching you, and yet you pick today out of all the days in your life to cower? Better look up

" Less than twelve hours after your wedding, and your wife is already running off, I have to hand it to you man, you're a natural." Enzo says as we both watch the footage of my little wife jogging out of my house. My little wife, it felt so natural to think it, but it wasn't exactly something I was happy about. Donatello blackmailing my family into taking not just one, but two of his daughters into the family was the sneakiest thing the crazy man has been able to do since I knew him, and I had to hand it to him, he really laid out his cards well, I was impressed. " She barely knows her way around the property, I'm sure her sister is waiting somewhere around the corner for her." I say ignoring Enzo's earlier jab. " Her sister? More like her lover. " He chuckles as he clicks on a different CCTV footage. It's the live footage of the entrance to the compound. At first nothing seemed off, not until Enzo zooms in on a particular angle, and I finally see it, a forest green Bentley

Enzo was obsessed with two things, his father's new wife, and a slow painful death for his victims. I on the other hand was more into conserving time, and reducing the amount of blood that could get on me, which was why shooting was the perfect sport. I could vent my frustrations from afar. Based on the skills, and precision of our attackers, it was obvious that whichever gang had been sabotaging our clubs weren't small, and also, their reason for the sabotage didn't feel that small either. After a series of shooting, we successfully cleared out the men, with most of them escaping and some getting shot. Our uninjured men moved round to find any of our attackers who were alive, and after the search, they found only three who were still breathing. I organized for a van that would be transporting them back to the compound, and as Enzo and I watch our men prepare to load them up, we are ambushed. It happened so fast that we didn't get the chance to retaliate, sev

It takes her an eternity to pull down my pants, and when she's done she's on her fucking knees. Her ginger hair is everywhere, so wild, and so fucking much. Again, I want to fist it in my hands, while guiding her mouth over my growing member, but instead, I carefully step out of the pants, creating distance between us. " Is there anything else you want me to help you with?" She asks as she looks up at me then down at my briefs. She was making the whole act sexual, and the electricity in the room was sizzling. The only reason why I made her take off my pants was so she could excuse herself, or even better, run off, but it seems she wasn't one to back out of a challenge. " You can start by getting up. In as much as you on your knees, and me on my briefs is a perfect setup, I hate eating leftovers." I bite out rudely, my words taking us back to the night of our wedding. She swallows before getting up, like there's nothing wrong, like sh wasn't hurt, and moves

It's the guy from the wedding, the one that had a little face off with Winter, but I wonder what he was doing inside there, and why was he free enough to barge into Marcelo's space. I release my husband's hand, and careful rearrange his sleeves. He mouths an inaudible thank you before facing his visitor. " Is Winter aware that you're not in your hospital bed?" He asks without any form of pleasantries. The said visitor walks into the office, and plants himself on the spot I had just vacated just like I did, the only difference being that he doesn't even ask for permission after sitting. I make to dart away, and give them space, but Marcelo holds on to my wrist, stopping me from leaving. " She's treating me like a kid." The visitor says with a cute pout. " She's technically your step mother so I don't see anything wrong with that." Marcelo says, earning a frown from the man before us. I on the other hand am trying to piece all the informations together, unt