Romeo The Mafia Casanova

The next morning, Dominic sat with his brothers-in-law in the room in front of Alastair’s desk.

“Tell us what happened yesterday,” Graham said.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He told him about the visit from Victor and that he guaranteed the man wouldn’t stop.

“So, you told him she was your fiancee?”

Dominic nodded. “Yeah, I thought he might let it go if he thought she would be my wife, but it just pissed him off more.”

“I think we should consider the marriage,” Alastair said.

“She’s not happy about it. She doesn’t understand how the mafia works,” Dominic said.

Alastair rubbed the top of his nose. “My Beth didn’t understand in the beginning, but she’s learning and becoming more relaxed. I think the sooner you get her involved with the girls, the better. They can explain things to her.”

“I’m planning on it after this.”

“Good,” Graham said. “They are in the family dining room.”

“I’m going to do some checking into Victor,” Duncan said. “If I find anything, I’ll let you guys know. In the meantime, I think you need to keep Rebeka close and not let her leave the house.”

Dominic nodded. “I thought that, too. I’m wondering when I should move her to the Morettis’ house.”

“I’d take some time,” Graham said. “For one thing, the girls will help her a lot, and you still need to talk to your mother.”

“I’m planning on doing that later today if there’s time,” Dominic said.

The men nodded.

“Let’s get together later when we have more information. For the time being, she’s safe here,” Alastair said.

“I want to thank you guys for all your help,” Dominic said.

“I’ve told you before. That’s what family’s for,” Graham said.

Dominic was really coming to enjoy having a big family. A few weeks ago, it had been just him. Now he had more than he thought he ever would.

Dominic went back up to the room. The first thing he saw was the empty bed and then the closed bathroom door.

He stared at the door for a moment and felt resentment start to build. He didn’t like anything separating them, but it was another thing he’d have to give her time for.

He knocked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Are you decent?”

“Well, not really. I only have a towel around me.”

“Good enough.” He grinned at her gasp.

“What are you doing?” she yelled. She clutched at the top of the towel with one hand and the hair dryer in the other.

“I’m looking at my fiancee.”

“Stop saying that.”

He chuckled. “No.”

She had been blowing her hair dry before he walked in, stood behind her, and stared at her in the mirror. The difference in their size was more pronounced when they stood with him behind her. The top of her head came up to his chin, and she looked even more delicate.

Fuck, she was so damn feminine and smelled so good. His mouth watered. He liked how her eyes darkened, and she shivered when he set his hands on her shoulders.

“You’re so fucking soft.”

She stared at him, seemingly frozen.

He ran his hands up and down her arms before one hand slid around and pressed on her lower abdomen. The sight of hislarge, callused, dark hand on the white towel made him even hotter.

Dominic trapped her gaze with his and watched her carefully as he bent forward and pressed his lips against her shoulder. He explored her neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth when she didn’t say anything.

She pressed more of her weight against him when her legs started to shake. It looked like she was getting hotter and hotter.

The hand on her stomach slowly moved up and then cupped her breast through the towel.

She inhaled sharply. “Dominic.”

“What, baby?” he murmured against her neck.

“I-I don’t…”

He bit down on her shoulder enough for her to feel the sharp edge of his teeth but not give her pain. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he purred. “I’ll take such good care of you.” He wanted to shout triumphally when she leaned against him and tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

A savage curse sprang from his lips when his phone went off in his pocket.

“I’m sorry, baby. I have to get this. But don’t think for a moment that this is over. I’ll make you feel good later when we go to bed.”

He made sure she was stable before he took a step back. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Good.” He walked to the closet and brought down the clothing he’d hidden in the back that Graham had given them for her to wear. “Try these on and see if any of them fit. I’ll get you more in the next few days.”

She nodded again.

He walked out of the bathroom, pulled his phone out, and answered it. “This is Moretti.”

“Hey, boss. There was trouble at the lounge early this morning.”

“What happened?” Dominic asked.

“A Molotov cocktail was thrown through the window,” Buzz said.

“Fuck.”

“Fortunately, Jon and I were still there, so we could put it out quickly.”

“How much damage?”

“The window will get replaced today, and the floor where it hit is dark from the fire. There’s also the smoke smell, but we had the fans going all night. Neither of us left in case they came back.”

“You both are getting a raise.”

“Whoa, you don’t have to do that,” Buzz said.

“You both have been moved to management, right?”

“Yeah.”

“That comes with a raise.”

“Fuck, that’s cool. I’ll tell Jon.”

“Good. What needs to be done, and will we be able to open up tonight?” Dominic asked.

“Yeah. Most of the smoke smell is already gone, and we’ve been washing things off with a strong detergent, so that helps. The window place said they could be here in a few hours.”

“Is there a way for us to get bulletproof glass on all the windows?”

“I’ll ask.”

“I’m going to call a guy. His name is Carson. He deals with security. I’m going to ask him to put up cameras that will pick up anyone fucking with us.”

“That’s a great idea.”

“I’ll stop by later. You guys can use the apartment upstairs. You could actually move in. I’m not going to be needingit.”

“Fuck, it just gets better.”

Dominic chuckled. “Try to get some sleep. Maybe call in a few guys.”

“I’ll do that. We’ll see you soon.”

Dominic stuffed his phone in his pocket, turned, and almost swallowed his tongue at the vision in front of him. She was wearing a long, flowered skirt with a lacy top. There hadn’t been any shoes, so she was barefoot. Her long, light-blonde hair was dry and flowed down her back, with a chunk of it covering one of her breasts.

She was incredibly beautiful and feminine, and he would never let her go.