Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

I snuggled into the warmth of my husband’s body and murmured gently as he kissed my neck. To some surprise, I realized that it was early morning and I had actually slept through the entire night after having tumbled into bed early. I had no idea when Lucien had joined me. But his heavy arm clasping me to his body had been a reassuring, familiar weight all the night long.

Now I turned to him, shifting in his arms. Lightly, I traced the hard features, the grey stubble on his face, as the narrowed grey eyes studied me. I could feel his hard wood against my body and I trembled slightly in longing.

But even as he raised himself on an elbow and kissed me, my arms willingly going around his neck, the sound of his phone on the dresser, pinging loudly, made him move away from me with a vulgar oath. I rolled my eyes.

Scowling, he strode over and grabbed it, swearing as he snarled at the person on the other end of the phone.

And then I could hear the excitement, sharp and raw in his voice as he snapped,

“Schwartz. Blo*dy hell!” he listened, pacing in growing excitement, naked, He walked to the window and leaned against the frame, staring out.

He was listening intently and I could see the corded muscles of his arm as he gripped the frame and hung onto the words of the person speaking to him.

I swallowed. The sight of his magnificent manhood and his chiselled, muscular body made me want to hold him in my arms and make love to him, again and again. To finally surrender to him after the agony I had been through all these months. My body was healing; my spirit was also recovering from the emotional and physical bashing it had taken. I wanted to become one with him, to have his body claim me in a primal way, once more.

My man tossed the phone onto a side table beside the bed and turned, catching my eyes and accurately reading the expression on my flushed face. I was sitting up on an elbow, my nightshirt unbuttoned, revealing my large breasts, the pointed nipples an obvious indication of my desire to be bedded by my lover.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

He smiled, slowly, a glint in his eye.

“Did you want something, woman?” he rasped, coming to me, his hand lightly stroking his hard shaft.

I nodded my head blushing and then fell back against the pillows as he climbed on top of me.

He lowered his head and bit my neck hungrily, rubbing his thick c*ck against me and I moaned, my arms going around his powerful shoulders. Of their own accord, my legs parted and I willed him to take me. But to my immense shock, he stopped and raised himself with difficulty to his knees. His dripping c*ck pressed against my trembling thighs as he placed his hands on either side of my face and growled,

“Woman, you will need to wait. I will take you after I have killed that ba*stard.”

I stared at him in shock.

My ardour was immediately quenched as a slow dread spread through me.

The caller had to have been Schwartz.

My best friend James Schwartz, and Aiyana were out there, somewhere in Central Europe, hot on Dmitri Rudenko’s trail. They must have found him. And then, Lucien would not stay by my side. No, he would go over personally, to wreak his vengeance. I felt my body grow hot and cold.

I feared for Lucien; I had seen first-hand how ruthless and violent Dmitri Rudenko was…

He was unaware of my alarm as he continued, grimly.

“I have come to know where the b****** is hiding and I am leaving now.”

Lowering his head, he captured my mouth in a long, possessive kiss. He thrust his tongue, his body hard and dominating as he pressed his erect member against me. I clung to him, willingly accepting his barely controlled violent plundering of my mouth.

When he finally raised his head, I could taste blood on my lip. I panted, breathless at the onslaught. but Lucien was as always, in control of himself.

His grey eyes were flat and unemotional as he stood up, his hand on his dripping member while he surveyed me, prone and breathless, naked before his cold gaze.

Flushing, I pulled the nightshirt back over my hot body.

He moved away from me, a cold, hard look in his eyes. I lay for a few minutes, willing myself to stay calm and then moved out of the bed after him but he turned and said brusquely, “Woman, get back into bed and rest.”

It was an order but knowing that it came from his concern for me, I sank back into the soft mattress which seemed to sink and cuddle me reassuringly. A sense of foreboding came over me. Lucien was going to go after Dmitri Rudenko…

***

Schwartz

He was all over the room, his hands on his rifle, checking the guns he had strapped to his ankle and his waist as he moved, his handsome face a study of concentration.

Aiyana watched as he walked about, a deadpan expression on her face as he moved.

She had already changed into her no-nonsense professional suit, a jacket and a hat that cupped her face and covered her ears, the only concession to the cold outside.

Ever since they had received the news of the presence of Dmitri Rudenko in the small town they were staying in, Lucien’s contacts in the area had been scouting around for information. To give him credit, Dmitri had managed to elude them for quite some time, for a week and more, to be precise.

But even the most careful, the most professional of criminals, must trip up. And Dmitri Rudenko had done so too.

Actually, one of his men had made a mistake, a costly one at that.

Schwartz’s men, Fred Simmons and Ngoc, had been moving around, scouring for information. They had a handful of local people with them, those who knew the language, those who blended in with no difficulty.

They had been rewarded.

It had not been easy. The village people were tight-lipped and reluctant to share information. When Dmitri Rudneko’s name was mentioned, the local bar owner, who had been polishing glasses at his counter, made it clear that the men who had come looking for Dmitri were not welcome in his establishment.

But another man, half drunk and sly, had overheard them. He had later followed them out and whispered that the man they were looking for was hiding in a chata in the mountains. It had been information that had cost them a lot but they had used the tip-off. And found the little house snuggled on the mountainside, hidden from view, nestled as it was among tall trees.

Oleg had been Dmitri Rudenko’s top man, his right-hand man. But since Schwartz had taken him down while rescuing Aril, he had been replaced by another man, almost as cruel, almost as disposed to inflict suffering as Oleg. A man called Dalmat Toska.

Dalmat was a thick-set giant of a man, with mean eyes on his florid, puffy face. He had a pock marked face, riddled with scars. He had once been captured and brutally tortured by a rival clan when he was a youth and the marks on his face were evidence of this. It only added to his sinister appearance and he enjoyed scaring his victims.

He was not a man who could blend in and when a car was spotted by the keen Ngoc, with the man’s face appearing for a brief second as he switched cars, Schwartz and his men knew that they had struck gold.

Tailing him and discovering where he was heading had not been an easy task. The wily Albanian had kept moving, changing direction and finally stayed at a local hotel before heading to the mountains in the dead of night. They had traced him to a mountain hut, a chata, nestled in the mountains, not one that could be easily spotted. Not approachable, either. Although it looked deceptively unprotected, it was well-guarded, with a horde of men guarding the premises round the clock, surreptitiously.

But Schwartz had been elated. He had immediately informed Lucien Delano. Needless to say, the Boss was heading over, at once.

***

Now James Schwartz stared out at the snow that was beginning to fall, a light snowfall, the weather news reporter had predicted earlier.

James Schwartz was not a man who happily welcomed the snow, not at that moment. Despite being a romantic and having taken his beloved Fionella out for drives in the rain, the snow was when he was reminded of times in the long distant past when he had snuggled up with his wife, sharing a blanket and a lot more. Now he sighed.

This was not good.

He stared gloomily. It would only make their task more difficult, to get to Dmitri.