Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He stared, transfixed as his wife gently opened her robe, her eyes lovingly fixed on the little mite’s face. As she brought her large teat to the little one’s mouth, there was a change in him. He all but whimpered as he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck greedily.

Proserpina laughed; a breathless sound that caught in her throat and she looked across at him. The tender expression on his usually harsh face caught her unawares and she smiled, her dimples appearing. Even with her yellowing, fading bruise and her cut lip and haggard look after her dreadful experience, in Lucien’s eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He knew that he wanted to hold her in his arms and keep her beside him forever.

Lucien had been plagued by thoughts of uneasiness. of guilt, as he sat, those long hours, beside her bed, holding her hand, talking to her, while she was unconscious.

Seeing her like that, her body attached to tubes, he had been inundated with guilt. Initially, she had been hooked onto a ventilator to help her breathe, as she had been seized by bouts of breathlessness at periodic intervals.

The doctor who had been tending to her, the chief physician, had been upfront and frank in his assessment.

“Your wife, Mr. Delano,’ he said in his heavily accented Spanish-tinged English,

‘Your wife will probably always suffer from the aftermath of her experience. She has obviously undergone some kind of trauma.’

He had sighed and looked out of the window, unable to meet the fierceness of the pale grey eyes that were boring through him like lasers.

‘You will have to take her to a psychologist…’ he cleared his throat uneasily as he noticed the big man clenching his fists, his knuckles which were turning white.

‘It is to be seen how she handles things after a few days. She has a strong will,’ he smiled slightly, ‘She made it out of the terrible experience and delivered her children.’

As Lucien half stood, bristling, ready to yank the man’s collar for saying that, Schwartz tugged at his jacket, forcing him to settle back.

‘It is obvious she has been starved and beaten.’ snapped the doctor annoyed and more than a little frightened of this formidable looking burly man who had invaded the hospital with his gun-toting gangsters. All but the very serious patients had been discharged and the hospital was almost empty except for Delano and his associates.

He wondered at this man before whom Martinez, himself a mobster of repute, seemed to be kowtowing deferentially.

Now he went on in a gentler tone,

“She has been through hell. There will be days when she will sink into a depression. You need to watch out for that.’

The look of utter desperation in the man’s eyes made him feel a twinge of pity.

Lucien Delano obviously adored his pretty young wife who was, by all accounts, a very fertile and strong-willed young woman, thought the doctor, tapping his pen on his desk as he watched the small group crowd out of his office.

The tall, handsome blonde man with the keen green eyes and the friendly smile, stayed behind to shake his hand and thank him whereas Lucien Delano strode away, pushing his chair back roughly, as though plagued by a million devils.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Yes, thought the doctor as he returned to his work, that was a man who loved his wife deeply and who was blaming himself for what he had inadvertently put her through.

Now Lucien was gazing at his woman, narrow-eyed, the heat in his eyes evident to everyone in the room as she softly stroked the baby’s head, gently, reverentially. She lifted her gaze and met his eyes, smiling at him, a secret smile between the two of them, excluding everyone else totally.

The nurse cleared her throat noisily.

‘Ahem!’ she said and went on as two pairs of eyes swung her way,’ Just a reminder here. There are two more mouths to feed.’

Proserpina turned a delicate shade of pink.

She reached for the next babe, the little girl this time and shifted slightly, as she placed her at her other breast. Again, the excitement in the infant as she suckled, made his heart swell. Lucien stood up and said gruffly,

‘I can hold my son if you please. You may leave.’

The nurses looked slightly affronted. But the big woman marched out after handing over his son to Lucien. They shut the door behind them. Proserpina sighed, smiling softly as she held the babies, watching them nurse.

“Woman,’ growled Lucien tenderly, stepping forward with his little son in his burly arms.

But whatever he had intended to say remained unsaid.

The baby boy in his arms, began squirming now, alerted by some sixth sense, aware that his siblings were feeding while he was being deprived. He opened his mouth and let out a wail, a loud indignant shriek and Lucien stared at him in bafflement, totally unable to decide what to do.

Once again, the door was flung open and the nurse charged in.

She scowled at him and snatched the baby from his arms.

Cooing and making soft noises, she calmed the fretful baby somewhat.

Proserpina’s soft voice broke in.

“I can take him now. This little fellow has dozed off.’ she smiled tiredly.

‘You will need to burp him.’ snapped the nurse as Lucien stretched his arms to take his son.

Proserpina hid a smile. But Lucien’s eyes were on her large breasts, the large, wet nipple standing out prominently.

She was beautiful, he thought, a tenderness rushing through him, and she was HIS!

Proserpina blushed as she took her son and put him to her nipple, wincing slightly as the little mouth tugged fiercely.

She lay back against the pillows, which one of the nurses hurried to place behind her back in a more comfortable position.

She smiled again, meeting the hot eyes of the man who owned her, body and soul. He looked as though he would make fierce love to her right there and her eyes widened in alarm. But then she smiled as she thought of how ridiculously her mind was moving.

After a while, she felt her eyelids grow heavy and she fell asleep, still feeding the children. The nurses stepped in, carefully carrying away the now sated little babies, tucking the sheet around Proserpina careful not to disturb her. Lucien stared at her, his woman who looked so young, so fragile looking as she lay while the nurses draped the robe over her, hiding her full heavy breasts.

Did he deserve her, he wondered bitterly