***WARNING | BRIEF STEAMY SCENE***
*Isadora’s POV*
I stopped at the end of the hallway before taking a deep breath. My legs still felt shaky from Padrino’s hard fūck, not that I was complaining. But I definitely wanted to get this shīt over with so I could get home and receive my punishment. My body shivered in excitement just thinking about it.
As soon as my eyes scanned the casino, Penelope’s eyes grew wide before she jogged to my side. “I thought he would kill you for sure.” She whispered as soon as she reached me, making me roll my eyes.
“No, but his dīck sure broke the shīt out of my pūssy.” I replied, biting my bottom lip at the memory.
“Dio, I didn’t need to know that.” She sighed, shaking her head.
“Preparati. Ce ne stiamo andando.” (Italian for “Get ready. We are leaving.”) I told her as I continued walking towards the poker table that I had been at earlier, ready to get the hell out of here.
“Così presto?” (Italian for “So soon?”) She pouted, looking over to Edgardo with a frown.
“You will get your chance at the house.” I laughed before turning serious. I needed to pretend to look sick in order for them to believe my excuse.
“I was about to go look for you, Isa. Are you okay? Where’s your drink?” My father questioned me right as I reached them.
“No, papa.” I replied, closing my eyes, and massaging my temples. “I have a really bad headache and you know how bad they can get. I want to head out before I end up hugging the toilet here.” I groaned before looking at him with watery eyes.
“Okay, principessa. Let me finish this game and I will take—” He was saying, but I shook my head.
“Don’t worry about it, papa. Penelope and I will take an Uber back home.” I told him, pointing my thumb at Penelope over my shoulder as Edgardo looked up from his seat; his eyes darkening briefly when they met hers.
“Oh, hello, Penelope.” Dad nodded towards her. “At least let Alberto take you home.”
“Actually, I will be taking my fiancé home.” Mattias stated, forcing me to move my glare towards him.
“I’m not sure—” Dad was about to say when I stepped forward.
“No need, Mattias.” I spat out with a fake smile, noticing his father’s grip tighten around his glass of whiskey. “Have fun. I will be fine.” I muttered, leaning down to kiss my dad’s forehead before turning on my heels and pulling Penelope with me.
“Isa!” I heard him hiss from behind, pushing me to walk faster.
“Thank you.” I whispered to Edgardo as he opened the front doors for Penelope and me.
“You are coming with me.” He growled in Penelope’s ear, making her stiffen.
I bit my lip to not laugh at them, but when my eyes met with Padrino’s as he leaned against his Cadillac, looking like a sexy beast, I forgot they were even next to me. My sexy beast. My feet moved on their own before I felt a hand grab my arm roughly, pulling me back in a rush.
“What the fūck?” I hissed, looking to the side to find a seething Mattias.
“I didn’t fūcking ask you if you wanted me to take you. I’m taking you and that’s final.” He stated through gritted teeth, making me laugh in his face as I tried to pull my arm out of his grip, but he tightened his hold.
“Who the fūck do you think you are?” I scoffed, glaring at him.
“Your fiancé.” He said with a smile as his face inched closer to mine. “You promised we would talk.”
“You told me you didn’t know about the forced marriage.” I retorted, trying my luck again at pulling my arm from his grip. “Let me go or so help me God, Mattias.” I whispered, looking around to make sure that no one had noticed our little scene.
“We will talk on our way to your dad’s house.” He declared, pulling me towards his car as I reached for my pocketknife, but I didn’t get far when a fist flew across his face, colliding with his jaw, producing a cracking sound. The punch worked in my favor, since he let go of me, allowing me to pull back only to be met with Padrino’s murderous glare. He wasn’t looking at me, but at Mattias as he turned his face towards him, forcing me to hold my breath. This was not going to be pretty.
“You have a death wish, Santoro?” Padrino growled before swinging again, knocking Mattias to the ground.
He was lifting his foot to kick Mattias in the face, when Mattias rolled back before rushing to his feet, cleaning the blood on his lips with the back of his hand.
“Why would I be scared?” He muttered before his eyes darkened. “And of you? Why don’t you stay out of this, Padrino?” He mocked, emphasizing ‘Padrino’ to get under his skin.
“Mattias.” I whispered in panic, getting in between him and Padrino. This mother fūcker wanted to die.
“Move, Isa.” Padrino commanded me as I reached for him to calm him down, but Mattias pulled me towards him, forcing Padrino to take out his gun and point it at Mattias over my shoulder. “Ti ho avvertito abbastanza e non è il mio stile.” (Italian for “I’ve warned you enough and that’s not my style.”) He spat before he pulled the trigger of his gun, making my eyes grow wide.
“Padrino.” I gasped, looking at him and then turning to face Mattias to see that Padrino had only shot him in his shoulder. Grazie Dio.
Padrino put the gun on his back before crouching down next to Mattias, who clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the pain from the wound as he glared at him.
“It may not be today, but you are definitely a dead man. And I will make sure to walk you to the gates of hell myself.” Padrino told him as his jaw ticked before grabbing me and pulling me with him towards his Cadillac.
I should be cautious, even scared, but all I wanted to do was ride Padrino’s face from how turned on he made me. Did that make me crazy? Absolutely. Did I care? Fūck no.
Padrino moved to my side of the SUV, opening the door, and helping me in before he helped buckle me up. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our hands before bringing his bloody knuckles to my lips, placing a tender kiss on them.
“We have to go, angel.” He whispered while his cold eyes softened when he looked deep into mine.
I nodded before releasing his hand, allowing him to close my door and make his way towards Edgardo.
*Alberto’s POV*
“Did you do what I asked you to do at the house?” I asked Edgardo as I raked my hands through my hair. I hated to admit that I lost my cool and I knew that this would probably bring us more hurdles, but I couldn’t let him treat my angel like that. He should consider himself lucky that he was still breathing.
“Si, Capo.” Edgardo replied instantly.
“Bene. Porta con te la sua amica. E non voglio nessuno al nostro piano stasera.” (Italian for “Good. Take her friend with you. And I don't want anyone on our floor tonight.”) I told him before looking towards Santoro, who was being assisted by some of the men that were guarding the building. I’m not used to warning fūckers, but I can’t kill him yet. Much to my disappointment.
Edgardo nodded before motioning for my men to move. I walked back to the SUV, opened the door, and climbed into the driver’s side.
“Padrino?” Isa whispered as I started the SUV and reversed out of the shītty place.
“What is it, angel?” I sighed, glancing towards her briefly.
“Why didn’t you kill him?” She asked, making me laugh.
“Does that upset you? Because I can turn back right now and get rid of the fūcker once and for all.” I told her as she rolled her eyes at me.
“I’m serious.” She tried again and I looked at her, feeling lost in her beauty. “My face is up here.” She smiled, pointing at her face. I hadn’t realized that my eyes were staring unapologetically at her big breāsts.
“I know, but those are mine and I can look at them whenever I want.” I told her before looking at the road again.
“Stop avoiding the question.” She stated, making me look at her in warning. “What? I’m not scared of you.” She said with a smirk, forcing me to wrap my hand around her thigh and squeeze it tightly, making her moan.
“We aren’t going to talk about that asšhole right now.” I told her tensely, feeling my cōck spring to life. “Now spread your legs. Only that wet pūssy can calm me down right now.” I growled, slipping my hand between her legs, and forcing her legs open.
“Padrino.” She panted, closing her legs again, but my pinch on her inner thighs forced them back open as a cry slipped from her lips.
“When I want my pūssy, I get my pūssy.” I hissed, dipping my finger right into her wet folds, forcing her to dig her nails into my arm as I finger fūcked her.
My grip around the steering wheel tightened when I felt her tight pūssy suck the shīt out of my finger, pushing me to speed through the road, so I could get home already to punish her how I wanted to.