The Mafia King’s Doll

Samantha

Feeling nervous because I know how important tonight’s guests are, I check all the platters of food before I walk to the living room, where voices are rumbling.

I pause before the entrance and take a deep breath.

Via places her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I nod and give her a smile. “Don’t leave my side.”

“I won’t.”

When I step forward, she places her hand on my lower back so I can feel her.

The moment I walk into the living room, Franco’s eyes lock on me. He comes toward me and gives Via a nod before he wraps his arm around my waist.

“Congratulations on your engagement, Samantha,” Dario says. “Thank you.”

My eyes dart to the only other couple, and Franco says, “Meet Angelo and Vittoria.”

“It’s nice meeting you,” I murmur, glad there’s another woman here tonight.

While Angelo looks as intimidating as the rest of the men, Vittoria gives me a friendly smile. Seeing her baby bump, the need for my own child increases.

Yep, I officially have baby fever.

I glance at Renzo, and knowing how important he is to Franco, I say, “It’s nice to see you again, Renzo.”

His features soften as he nods.

When I turn my attention to the last of the men, a shiver creeps down my spine, and I move closer to Franco.

“This is Damiano, capo dei capi. He’s the boss of bosses.”

That explains a lot.

My voice quivers slightly as I say, “Nice to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine,” he murmurs.

Franco presses a kiss to my temple, then Renzo holds up a tumbler of whisky, saying, “To you and your mystery man.”

“Shut up,” Franco grumbles, which lightens the mood a hell of a lot as everyone chuckles.

When the men return to their various conversations, I look at Franco and say, “Join your friends. I want to get to know Vittoria better.”

I pull away from Franco, and as I walk to Vittoria, her smile widens. “Hi.”

With Via right behind me, I take in the beautiful woman as I say, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’d feel out of place with the men.”

She lets out a chuckle. “You’ll get used to them.”

“So you’re married to Angelo?” When she nods, I ask, “How far along are you?”

“Twenty-six weeks.”

I scrunch my nose. “And in months?”

She lets out a soft chuckle. “Six months.”

“I hope I look as good as you when I’m pregnant,” I compliment her. “You’re sweet.”

“What are you two whispering about here in the corner?” Franco suddenly asks from behind me.

“Babies.” I turn around and grin at him. “I want one.”

“Excuse me for a moment,” Vittoria says before she walks to Angelo. “Hmm.” Franco pulls me into his arms. “Then stop taking the pill.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

My eyes widen and I feel a burst of excitement. “Really? Are you okay with it?”

He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Of course.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “What my woman wants, she gets.”

Lowering my lashes half-mast, I give him a seductive look. “The more sex we have, the better our chances will be.”

His eyes darken. “Baby, I’ll fuck you twenty-four-seven if that’s what it takes.”

“I look forward to it,” I say, my tone playful.

Pulling away from Franco, I let out a chuckle when I hear him mutter, “Thanks for the hardon, baby.”

I glance over my shoulder and wink at him. “You’re welcome.”

Via quickly moves closer to me as I walk to where Milo is standing by the sliding doors.

“Can you have a couple of the men bring the platters to the veranda, please?”

“Sure thing.”

I’ve gotten used to Marcello and Milo and can even be alone with them, which I’m taking as a huge win.

When Franco notices the food is being carried to the table out on the veranda, he says, “Let’s head outside.”

Everyone finds a seat, and I’m glad when Vittoria claims the one to my right thigh.

Franco grabs the chair to my left, and taking hold of my hand, he places it on his thigh.

With the table providing cover, I move my hand until my palm brushes over the outline of his cock.

I squeeze and massage him through his pants, which earns me a grumble by my ear. “If you keep going, I’ll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the restroom, and fuck you raw.”

I squeeze him hard before I pull my hand away and grab a salmon puff from the nearest platter.

Soon, everyone is enjoying the food and laughter fills the air as the men joke with each other.

I turn my head, and seeing the smile on Franco’s face, I say, “We should make this a regular thing.”

“I agree with her,” Dario backs me up.

“We can host a dinner next month,” Vittoria chimes in. “Right, Angelo?”

“Sure.”

Franco rests his arm around my shoulders, and leaning closer, he murmurs, “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for my man.”

His eyes roam over my face, then he asks, “How are you holding up?” “I’m fine.” I press a kiss to his jaw before I add, “I have you by my

side.”

His features soften with a loving look. “Always, baby.”

Bonus Epilogue

(Five years later…)

Franco

Augusto barrels past me to where Marcello and Milo are dragging the Christmas tree into the living room.

“Mommeeee, we’re back.”

“I’m coming,” I hear Samantha answer from the direction of the kitchen.

A second later, our two daughters run into the room with chocolate icing all over their mouths.

“Did Mommy let you lick out the bowl?” I ask as they each grab one of my legs and stand on my shoes.

With my daughters giggling, I keep walking toward the foyer.

Samantha appears in the doorway with Augusto in her arms, and frowning at the girls, she says, “Sienna! Bianca! You’re getting icing all over your father’s pants. Come wash your hands.”

Before Samantha can head to the bathroom with our triplets, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and plant a kiss on her mouth.

“Let me just change into comfortable clothes, then I’ll take the kids so you can –”

She interrupts me before I can finish my sentence, saying, “We have to decorate the tree.”

I give her a no-nonsense look. “Baby, the tree can wait an hour. You’ve been on your feet all day. Take a nap while we get everything ready.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I take Augusto from her arms. “And stop carrying the kids. You shouldn’t be lifting anything heavy.”

Suddenly, a smile spreads over her face. “I love how you always fuss about me.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

I brush my palm over her baby bump and give her another kiss.

When I walk away with Augusto in my arms, he asks, “Daddy, why is my brother taking so long to come?”

“He’s still growing inside Mommy’s tummy,” I answer him as I head up to the third floor.

Walking into the bedroom, I drop my boy on the bed, and he lets out a shriek of laughter.

“Again,” he demands.

“We’ll wrestle as soon as I’ve changed my clothes.”

He stands up on the bed, and making the best angry face he can, he pretends to be the Hulk. “I’m going to win.”

I always let him win.

I quickly strip out of the suit while Augusto sounds like a puppy that’s learning to growl.

Opening the vault, I place my gun inside before ensuring the door is secure. When I have my sweatpants and a T-shirt on, I dart back into the room and tackle Augusto off his feet.

Before I can tickle him, Samantha comes into the room with Sienna and Bianca. They climb onto the bed and begin to climb all over me.

“Wait. Everyone off the bed so Mommy can sleep,” I order.

They quickly scramble off, and in a chorus, they say, “Sweet dreams, Mommy.”

“Thank you, my little angels.”

“I’m the Hulk,” Augusto says, trying to make his voice deeper. “Hulk smash.”

“Hulk can go smash downstairs,” I chuckle as I herd the kids out of the bedroom.

As I turn to shut the door, Samantha’s face is filled with love. “God, I’m glad I married you. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

I head downstairs with my trio of tornadoes, and walking into the living room, I say, “We have to wrap Mommy’s presents before she wakes up.”

“Yay!!” They sing with excitement.

“I’ll bring everything,” Marcello mutters before heading to the guesthouse where I’ve been hiding the gifts so Samantha doesn’t accidentally find them.

I pull the box we keep all the wrapping paper and tape in closer and ask, “Which wrapping paper do you want to use?”

“The one with Santa on,” Sienna orders, and her brother and sister don’t argue.

She has a take-charge attitude that reminds me a lot of her mother.

When Marcello returns with the gifts, I let the kids pick which ones they want to wrap.

Marcello sits down beside Augusto while Milo and Via join the girls.

Sitting on the floor with everyone, I grab a Dior candle and find a gift bag with snowflakes on it.

The kids murmur here and there as they wrap the presents. Some look worse for wear, but I know Samantha will love the effort they put in.

Augusto gives up after wrapping three gifts and crawling onto the couch, he’s out cold within seconds.

Bianca yawns, and abandoning the gift Via is helping her with, she crawls onto my lap and snuggles her head against my chest.

Leaning back against the couch, I glance at Via and say, “Switch on the TV so we can watch a Christmas show.”

Sienna makes herself comfortable on Milo’s lap while Marcello keeps wrapping gifts.

Via scrolls through the movies, then chooses one about Santa Claus.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, the kids are fast asleep, and Marcello places all the presents on the coffee table.

“I’m going to check on Samantha,” Via murmurs before leaving the room.

I glance at Milo and grin when I see he’s busy drifting off as well. “Do you want something to drink?” Marcello asks me.

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

Not long after Samantha walks into the living room, and I give her a dark frown.

“Oh, hush,” she mutters. “I can’t sleep.”

I get up and carefully pass Bianca to Via so I can join Samantha on one of the couches. Taking a seat by her feet, I lift them onto my lap and gently massage her ankles and calves while we continue to watch the movie.

“You know what’s unfair,” Samantha grumbles. “What, baby?”

“Around me, the kids have endless energy, but as soon as they’re with you, they’re calm.”

I grin at her as I say, “It’s because you let them get away with murder.” “Hmm…”

I keep massaging her legs, my eyes drifting over her beautiful face. “What do you want for Christmas?” she asks me for the hundredth time.

“I have everything I want.”

“You have to give me a couple of ideas,” she complains. “You’re impossible to buy for.”

“Baby, you’ve already given me the world. There’s nothing else I want.”