Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He was already thinking of putting off his trip; how could he resist this woman who wanted nothing more than his love? She who had endured so much pain for him?

Lucien Delano began to put the wheels in motion; he would leave in a day’s time, after spending time with his beloved Woman.

Ultimately it was Ria’s pleading that made Lucien put off his trip to East Europe for a few more days.

She spoke to him, her pretty golden hair and blue eyes creating a charming picture.

‘Pappa,’ she pleaded, her eyes shining with tears,

“Pappa, please, come and meet us… please. After that, you can go to work. Pleaseeee….!’

***

Proserpina

Lucien had melted. He was a big softie when it came to his firstborn daughter, I thought as I nursed the tiny boy, who was the hungriest; I winced as I shifted him as he kept tugging at my nipple.

I sighed and looked up, meeting Lucien’s eyes.

We were on the plane, his large private plane, with the sleeping area. I reclined against a pillow and sighed involuntarily. I felt bone-tired.

When I opened my eyes, it was to find my husband beside me, watching my face.

Lucien stood by my side, his hands in his pockets, glowering.

“What is it?” I said gently and patted the bed beside me, indicating that he should sit.

“I … Woman, are you alright?” his brows were drawn together in a fierce frown.

“Come here, Lucien Delano,” I whispered. As he stepped closer, I turned my face up to him. With an oath, he bent down, gripping my braid and holding my head tilted up, his mouth harsh on mine, kissing me hungrily. I pushed him away, laughing and breathless. Sometimes the force of his passion caught me unawares. It was clear that he was keeping his passion under a tight leash. Breathlessly, I said,

“Lucien! ”

He rose to his feet. Glancing at the tiny figures asleep in their miniature beds, he said thickly,

“I think I shall sit outside. Get some rest, woman.” As if on their own accord, his hungry eyes moved to my full breasts and I blushed, dipping my head.

The unspoken words were, when I come for you, I will be unable to control myself…

When he got me into bed again, I knew it would be like a dam bursting. I was not ready, not prepared for that sort of passion right now. After all that I had been through, I could do with some gentleness, I thought drily. The onslaught of a man who was driven by lust and the desire to ride me till I broke was not exactly on my list as of now.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

But while my brain said so, I knew that if he took me, I would melt and surrender to his needs, harsh as they were. That was how things worked between us. I smiled softly and his eyes narrowed. He spun on his heel and left.

Nurse Camille entered a little while later. Her face was greenish-grey. She was not a person who enjoyed air travel. I smiled at her sympathetically.

“Sit down and rest.’ I said softly.

She smiled at me, grateful but hesitant. She was scared of Lucien, although she put up a tough act!

I shut my eyes and soon, fell asleep, thinking of my children who were waiting for med.

***

Lucien

The feeling of relief that swamped him when his woman had responded to him was unimaginable. He had never known that it was possible for a little woman like her to exert such power over a formidable crime lord like him.

Now he sat in the front of the aircraft, checking his phones. He had had to get away from the adorable picture she made, feeding his third and littlest infant.

The sight of the child suckling greedily at her full breast left him with a desire to lie down beside her.

To take her roughly once she had finished nursing the babe.

It had been too strong an urge and he strode out, aware that his woman had caught onto his desires.

Scowling now, he read and went over some of the messages that had landed on his phone minutes before they had taken off.

There were details of where Dmitri was supposed to be hiding out.

The man had approached a dealer in Uzbekistan. Luckily for Lucien, he was in close touch with almost all the men in East Europe who dealt in arms. Getting them to hide Dmitri or not to reveal his whereabouts was not easy as Dmitri had probably found out too, he thought grimly.

He was planning to go over to Europe and find the man who had brought such unhappiness upon his family.

But there was still a little bit to do, he thought.

As he scrolled down the list of messages, he saw one from Tristan Lord.

He frowned. He had not gotten back to the young man to thank him for what he had done.

As he scanned the words, his gut tightened. Don Ricci needed to be dealt with. He had been hand in glove with Issandro’s sons and Lucien knew that if he had not arrived on time, the men would have whisked Proserpina away. He dreaded to think of what would have happened. He glanced back at the bedroom where his wife was sleeping. Again a fierce rush of emotion overcame him that he made a low growl in his throat. Beston, sitting in the seat ahead, turned to glance at him swiftly, to reassure himself that the Boss was alright.

Meeting Lucien’s cold grey eyes, he nodded once and went back to his vigil, sitting with his weapon on the ready, his men scattered across the airplane.

***

Far away, in Sicily now, Dmitri Rudenko was gnashing his teeth.

He had been forced to leave Uzbekistan when it became obvious that he was getting nowhere. Many of the men he approached were too frightened of Lucien Delano to stand up against him. The others were in his hands, bought, bribed or blackmailed.

Dmitri smote the glass window of the house he was hiding in. Don Ricci had allowed him to stay here at the palatial house that belonged to his family.

But the red haired, lean man stood staring at the sea as it dashed furiously against the high rocks.

He knew Lucien Delano was coming for him. And this time, it would be a fight unto death. Either he or Delano would remain standing when the dust settled.

And he had a deep fear that it would not be he.