Owning the Mafia Don

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I stared at him in bewilderment. Astonishment had me floored and then, as his words sank in, I whispered, in shock and the rage flooded through me.

‘SHARE?’

I stepped closer to him, feeling the blood pounding in my head.

After all that I had gone through with him, THIS was all he could think of?

His stupid jealousy?

And God knows, it had already all but torn us apart.

***

Lucien

He knew he had said the worst thing possible when he saw the change in her face. Her eyes flashed in anger, her chest heaved ad she moved towards him, the tips of her large breasts almost touching him. She looked magnificent but her voice was glacial as she began to speak, her voice low and vibrating in fury.

‘SHARE? Did you just say, SHARE?’

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to control herself. Gripping the side of the bed, she went on, holding herself up regally,

“Lucien Delano.’ she said fiercely, ‘Listen to me because this is definitely the last time I am going to say this to you.’

She came closer shakily but her anger kept him stiff and unmoving.

‘I have NEVER, EVER, felt the slightest bit of what I feel for you when I see James. He is a good man and a good friend, but that is all.’

Her great brown eyes were clear and bright as she flared at him.

“And if you think I will be SHARED by anyone, you are the Most Despicable man I have ever met.’

He moved forward, contrite,

‘Little one…’ he began but she smacked his hands away sharply, holding on to the bed for support.

Her face was white as she went on,

‘I am Sick of this, so SICK of you and your silly jealousy. I lived every moment in that place, thinking of you, of our children. That, and only THAT, kept me going.’

She shuddered, sucking in a deep breath, controlling a sob.

‘ After giving birth to six of your children, Lucien, SIX of them, you still think I want to spend my life with another man, however attractive, young and good he might be? ”

She drew a great shuddering breath, her large breasts having, eyes flashing as she went on, proud and furious and he ached with love for her; for her spirit, as she whispered,

“Do you think I will jump into bed with another man?”

Her eyes bored into him, disgust and contempt warring in them.

‘Because I am NOT the kind of person to skip from one man’s bed to another man’s. Unlike the kind of people YOU know, unlike the man whore You are!”

He stiffened the muscles on his face tightening.

She shook her head, gasping as the tears coursed down her pale, lovely face.

“You are so pathetic, Lucien Delano. And to think I actually loved you?”

She turned away, on a half sob, grimacing as a sharp pain shot through her body. He stepped to her, anxious and concerned but she shoved him away with all her puny might as she continued,

“Your mind is like a stinking sewer!”

And then she gasped, coughing, choking.

She cried out as she felt another wave of pain.

Her hands reached out blindly for the bed as she bent double now, clutching her body.

Lucien tried to grip her, to hold her in his strong arms but Proserpina was having none of it.

“No,’ she whispered, her voice hoarse with pain and distress, with a final burst of fury,

‘DO NOT TOUCH ME, YOU …YOU CHEAP… SON OF A WHORE.’

She sagged and began to slide to the floor as he stared.

He had never heard her say something as low as that like and he stood for a moment, staring. The enormity of his folly seeped in.

Then as she slid to the ground in a dead faint, he rushed to grab her before she hit the ground, his arms holding her, carrying her to the bed. She was breathing with difficulty, shallow breaths, gaping for air and her eyes were rolling back, revealing the whites of her eyes, he realised in horror. Her body was rigid and hard. Terrified that she was in danger, he began to bellow hoarsely for help.

The door was thrown open and Camilla stuck her head around in alarm. She seemed to take in the scene immediately and rushed in.

Yelling orders in Spanish, the large woman thrust him away fiercely.

With the noise they had made, had woken up his children and the little ones began to squeal as well.

Nurses flooded the room, the doctor who attended Proserpina arrived and the last thing he saw before he was unceremoniously hustled out of the room, was Proserpina’s face, her nose and mouth shielded by a mask as she was given oxygen to help her breathe.

***

Hours later, he sat outside the room, his face buried in his hands. For a long while, he stood at the door, looking at Proserpina through the glass partition, for she had been shifted to the Intensive Care Unit immediately. Lucien was unable to approach her. Her pale face looked weary in sleep, the whiteness of her skin highlighting the pallor. Camilla the nurse shot him murderous looks every time she strode in and out.

His little Woman had had to be sedated, the babies shifted to the infants’ room as she was not in a position to feed the little ones, ruled the doctor.

Schwartz and Danielle had arrived too, shocked and scared for Proserpina. No one had asked what had happened to trigger such a serious panic attack in Proserpina but he had been aware of Schwartz’s disapproving looks coming his way and Danielle’s smouldering anger.

The sound of Aiyana’s walking stick made him look up. She was approaching him, leaning heavily on Schwartz’s arm. Danielle was slouching along beside them, flanking Aiyana.

Their grim expressions gave away the fact that they had got wind of what had triggered Proserpina’s collapse.

He scowled at them. The last thing he needed was James Schwartz and his handsome face, his jokes.

Danielle, as always, was the one who rushed in, heedless of the consequences.

“Now look, Boss,’ she snapped, “That girl there, has gone through sh*t already.’

Her chin jutted forward as she continued,

“How could you …’

Lucien surged to his feet, clenching his fists, bringing his face close to Danielle.

“How the f*ck …?’ And then he snarled, ‘Who the f*ck are You to interfere?’

Breathing heavily, he roared,

“This is between Me and MY WIFE, for f*ck’s sakes!’

The door to Proserpina’s room swung open and a cross-looking Camilla put her head around.

“Mr DELLO!’ she began angrily but Lucien had had enough. He reeled around and roared,

“JUST SHUT THE F*CK UP, WOMAN!”

She stared at him for a moment and then white-faced, she disappeared behind the closed door.

Danielle stared at him in comical astonishment,’

‘Did she just call you DELLO? Like in JELLO??? ”

She sniggered, dissolving into giggles at her own joke.

Lucien clenched and unclenched his fists, glaring at them, fixing his cold, hard gaze on Schwartz. The younger man stared back.

He looked furious.

Lucien took a step towards him preparing to confront him but Aiyana stepped forward, placing herself in front of Lucien, effectively shielding Schwartz.

“I think it is time someone did some serious talking to you.”

She said it firmly, her hard black eyes narrowed into slits.