Amy seems to think that Draven is falling in love with me. I chuckled and shook my head. I told Amy there's no way, but that I know Draven feels something for me, he cares about me. God, and the way he touches me... Amy shook her head with wide eyes, and I laughed when I realized the last thing she wanted to hear was how good her boss is in bed.
I could think of worse men to sleep with for the rest of my life.
Don't judge a man on what he had to do, judge him only by what he wanted to do.
I've been for my twenty-week scan. Everything is just perfect with our baby. I was scared that something could be wrong. Old memories have a way of creeping back into the mind and causing havoc.
Draven and I decided not to find out the sex of our baby; we want the surprise. Draven was so excited and awed by seeing the baby we'd created together. So happy that he organized a family dinner at his restaurant, closing it off to the public, inviting his sister and her husband, his brother and his wife, his cousin and her husband, Tank and his wife, my sister and her husband. To celebrate the fact our baby is fine, healthy, growing as it should. My sister commented on how happy and healthy I looked. It made me happy that she could see it. Because I am happy, and I am healthy.
I know what people think of Draven, the scary, violent, dangerous Don, who will kill a man for merely looking at him the wrong way. But it's the truth in every aspect when I say that he is the total opposite of that with me. He treats me like no man ever has, like I never knew a man could treat a woman before.
Draven is fast becoming everything to me.
I couldn't stop smiling the whole evening, and Draven sat right next to me, his arm around me, kissing my cheek every now and again. I haven't been this happy... well, ever.
Draven gave me a credit card a couple of weeks ago. He told me to use it whenever and for whatever I wanted. I was a little apprehensive at first. I didn't want to take his money, especially not a platinum credit card! I'd never even seen one in real life before that moment. Draven told me to stop analyzing everything and just go with it. That soon we'll be married, and everything he owns now belongs to me as much as him.
Where did he come from?
And how in this world did I get so lucky that he became mine?
Today I'm meeting with my sister so we can go shopping for my wedding favors and her bridesmaid dress. Whatever she chooses will be what I want for the other bridesmaids. Obviously, Jessica won't have the same, she's a toddler, but the color will match.
I've also developed a habit of shopping for baby things. I used to feel bad about spending money, but each time I go shopping and see the huge smile on Draven's face when I show him what I've bought, it makes it all worthwhile.
And the sex?
Oh, my god! I've never had sex like it in my life. He's so adventurous and can get me to do things no one else ever could.
I know what people think of me. They think I'm some dumb blonde who got knocked up by Don Vidal and is now being forced to marry him because of that fact. At first, that's how it was, but now, now I'm marrying him because I want to. Just like he told me I would. Maybe the volts of electricity from the cattle prod shocked my brain into thinking this way, but I don't care. I don't even care about the faint scars from said cattle prod. Most women would run from him for that alone, but I just can't leave him. Not for anything.
I know he's everything people say he is, I'm no idiot, but I won't have people saying things about us that aren't true. It pisses me off so badly. I would never hurt anyone, nor would I have Draven hurt anyone for me, but I have a mouth, and I use it. If people say things about Draven and I hear them, they soon know about it.
Trouble is, Draven has started to notice how much it gets to me. Not that he's heard first hand the words that hurt me. He'd kill those who said them. To be honest, I'm not sure Draven doesn't find out who upsets me and kills them.
I don't condone murder; it makes me physically sick even thinking about it. But what the hell can I do about it? Draven won't listen to me when I ask him not to do anything. He just tells me that as the Don of his famiglia he has to set an example to everyone around him. If he lets just one person get away with disrespecting him or me, then he's not the Don people think he is, and then people will think they can overthrow him because of his weakness. Draven is not a weak man in any sense of the word.
Before I meet Brooke, as she's now officially on leave from work, I'm on my way to Draven's restaurant Papa Joe's, named after his grandfather. It probably sounds pathetic, but I miss him. He was so late home last night that I was asleep before he got there, and I was so tired that I didn't wake like I usually do when he climbs into bed with me. He was gone when I awoke this morning. Although he left me a note apologizing for being so busy and how he'll make it up to me soon.
The bell above the door chimes as I open it. I'm greeted by a young woman, tall, long legs, brunette, very pretty, model type. The usual kind of girl who works for a Mafia Don. Appearances and all.
Wrong in my book, but then it's not my place to put my opinion across.
“Welcome to Papa Joe's. My name is Bella. Will it be a table for one?”
“No, thank you. I just need a moment with Draven.”
Bella eyes me suspiciously. Her eyes travel down my body, taking in my clothes. Not that I see anything wrong with what I'm wearing. It's still warm out, so I'm wearing a yellow summer dress with a white, thin, short-sleeved cardigan, and white flat sandals. It's classy, and I know Draven approves of my outfit because he bought it. My hair is loose, and I've pushed my sunglasses up on my head, holding my hair back from my face.
I look okay, right?
I guess not to the likes of Bella.
She stares at my baby bump, the bump I am so damn proud of, and the look of disgust on her face makes my blood boil.
How fucking dare she look at me like that?!
“Mr. Vidal is a very busy man. He does not wish to be disturbed. Especially not by...” She looks me up and down again. She obviously thinks she's better than me in her crisp Armani skirt suit, high heels, manicured nails, perfect hair, and makeup. Bitch! I'm just as good as her. Just as polished. The only difference is that I'm pregnant! “Someone like you.”
She obviously doesn't know who I am. Silly girl.
“Someone like me?”
Bella smirks at me, and I want to smack her in the face! I am not a violent person by any means, but I'm pregnant and hormonal, and this bitch is pissing me off with her snotty attitude! Plus, I'm not going to be a pushover anymore. Draven has given me the strength to stand up for myself.
Don't get me wrong; I never let people outside of my family treat me some type of way. However, it wasn't always easy to tell someone to back off when you have to be the bigger person.
“As I said: Mr. Vidal is busy.” She holds her hand out in a, follow me to the door, kind of way. I don't move. I fold my arms across my chest and stand my ground. I want to see Draven, and I won't leave until I do! “If you don't leave, I'll call security.”
“Call them.” Like I give a shit.
Bella wastes no time in picking up the phone behind her little welcome podium. I listen to her explaining how she has a problem out front and needs whoever's help.
It's not two minutes before Tony comes walking out from the back, walking tall and proud in his Armani suit and tie. He's quite handsome. Okay, he's stunningly handsome, icy blues and chiseled features that of a male model. His sun kissed-skin and that panty-dropping smile could be lethal to all women out there. He would have been just my type once upon a time. Thinking that only makes me chuckle to myself.
He walks toward me with a frown on his face. He looks from me to bitch features. “Bella, would you mind telling me what's going on.”
“Well, this woman came in asking for Mr. Vidal, calling him by his Christian name like she had a right. I told her that she couldn't see him because he's a busy man, and I can't just let anyone through to see him.”
“What you actu
ally said was that he didn't want to be disturbed by someone like me while staring at my pregnant stomach in disgust.”
“Well...” She looks at Tony, and he's looking at her with the angriest look I've ever seen on his face. He's always been calm and collected when I've seen him.
“Hi, Tony,” I ignore bitch face.
“Marnie,” He tips his head respectfully.
“Surely Draven can spare two minutes to see his pregnant fiancée?” I smirk as bitch faces expression pales.
“Of course, he can. Everyone here knows to let you through should you ask to speak with Don Vidal.” Every single person refers to Draven as Mr. Vidal, Don Vidal, or Boss, never by his given name. Respect. Draven is all about respect. “Follow me.”
I eye bitch face as I walk right past her, my head held high. I'm not the kind of woman to look down my nose at other's, but she didn't even give me the chance to explain who I was!
Bella opens her mouth to speak, a scared look on her face. Probably thinks I'll get her fired or killed. I won't, I'm not that kind of person, and I'll make sure Tony doesn't either. I just keep on walking.
Tony opens Draven's office door for me. Draven looks up from his paperwork with the biggest smile on his face. “Baby girl, what are you doing here?” He tips his head toward the door, silently telling Tony to get the hell out of the room and close the door behind him, which he does instantly with a nod of his head.
“I just wanted to see you for a moment,” I tell him. He pulls me into him, kissing me passionately. I groan loudly against his mouth. Shit, I'm so horny. My pussy has been aching all morning. Hell, my whole body has. I can't meet my sister when I'm like this. I'll be anxious, and my mind won't be on our day together, and that wouldn't be fair. “I need you, Draven.”
He smirks, grabs my arms, spins me around, and bends me over his desk so fast I don't even have time to blink.
“Oh, god,” I gasp in surprise, my skirt sliding up and over my ass, his fingers touching my bare skin as he goes.
“I can't get enough of you.” My thighs shake as he strokes my pussy through my panties. I push back against him. I need him so badly right now. I whimper and shudder the second his fingers slide into the side of my panties and right inside of me. “Baby, you're so wet.”
“Draven! Don't tease me, please. I need you inside of me.”
“You don't like these panties, do you?”
“Draven, for fuck's sake, just fuck me!” He chuckles to himself, fists my panties and tears them from my body. So. Fucking. Hot!
I hear the zipper of his pants sliding down, sense him releasing himself, feel him slamming into my tight pussy, taking him to the hilt on the first thrust. It takes my breath away. He's never slammed into me like that before. He always slides into me slowly, no matter how wet I am. But I don't care; I want this, want him, it doesn't stop me screaming, though.
My right-hand grips the chrome lamp that's glued to his desk, and I hold on for dear life as he rides me to orgasm, and it's a damn powerful orgasm!
He rocks hard and fast, thrusting into me so hard that I can't even scream. My orgasm won't end, fuck, it's never ending! He comes with me, hard, fast, powerful, and it's not the first time we've come together. We seem to be so in sync of late.
Talk about quickie!
God, I've fallen so fucking hard for him that I don't know what to do with my heart anymore.
He holds me around the waist, kissing my neck, and I'm trying not to cry. I don't even know why I'd be crying; I'm not sad. I push those stupid tears away as Draven pulls me back against his chest, both of us still fully dressed, but his cock still inside of me. He kisses my temple tenderly, and I smile.
“God, I've missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I tell him.
Slowly, Draven pulls out of me, and I instantly feel the loss of him inside of me. We clean ourselves up in his private bathroom at the back of his office. A bathroom that looks like it was modeled on a restroom in the grandest of all hotels.
Showoff.
We chat the whole time. It's so easy to talk to Draven, and I feel like we've known each other forever.
“Tony will drop you home,” He tucks my hair behind my right ear and kisses me softly. “I don't want you walking. I wish you'd just take the car. You have a driver for a reason.” A minder more like. I'm just not as trusting with drivers after Stefano.
“Draven,” He's taking over my life like it's his right to do so. Draven made damn sure I could never drive my car again; he had it crushed. He told me that he'd never allow me to drive such a death trap, and no wife of his would be seen dead in such a car. Over his dead body would he allow it.
I was so angry at first, but I soon came around to his way of thinking. I swore I would never embarrass him, and driving that car would most definitely have done that. Draven has that power over me already – the ability to make me do exactly what he wants of me. It's manipulation really, but I don't question it. Maybe I should, but Draven has given me a good life since I came to live with him, and he's allowing me to be a mother to my child when generations of Don's before him never did. So who the hell am I to complain?
“I just felt like a walk. Tom did drive me most of the way, but I asked him to pull over a couple of blocks away.” Because I was panicking being in a car with another of his men, even my bodyguard, but I won't tell Draven that. “I have no doubt that he followed me here to make sure I was okay. My feet carried me here to you.” I touch Draven's face, and he smiles. He may be able to manipulate me, but I do the same to him.
“But, I would be very grateful if Tony could give me a ride home.” Because I need to take a shower before I meet with my sister, I cannot meet with her smelling of sex; I'd never live it down. Moreover, this is real life, who the hell actually has sex, doesn't even wash, gets dressed, goes out with people, and no one smells sex on them?
That's right, no one.
After saying goodbye to my man, and him promising he won't be late home tonight, Tony drops me home. I shower and change into fresh clothes, baggy pants, and a t-shirt because I'm feeling a little uncomfortable at the moment, just in time for Brooke to pick me up. She called me half an hour ago to tell me she'd be picking me up. Her husband doesn't demand she has a driver. I envy her sometimes.
We spend a couple of hours shopping and talking about my wedding dress. It's going to be simple, elegant, ivory, floor-length, silk, strapless, beautiful. We shop for baby things because we can't seem to find the right dress for my sister yet. So I buy stuff for her little one as well as mine, and not forgetting Gabriel. Brooke is a bit annoyed that I spent so much on her children. I just laugh and tell her to enjoy it; it's Draven's money. That makes her laugh.
She drops me home, kisses my cheek, and waits for me to close the door before driving away. It makes me smile when she does that. I'm the elder sister, yet Brooke is the one looking out for me.
I've only put my shopping bags on the floor by the couch when the door knocks. I look through the peephole to see who it could be because Draven doesn't like me answering the door to just anybody. He also doesn't like people in the house when he's not here. Not unless it's a family member come by to visit.
It's strange really because no one other than family should be able to get through the gates in order to be able to knock the door. So, naturally, my heart sinks when I see who it is. My big brother. Peter. I don't want to see him, but I open the door in case he has news for me. News I've been waiting months for. Maybe he's taking me to see them? I suddenly get a flutter in my heart. God, it's been so long since I saw them.
“Marine,” His tone is clipped, and the second he's over the threshold, I know he's not here to talk about what I hoped he'd come to talk about.
“How did you find me?” I hadn't called him to tell him where I was. I figured as he hadn't taken me to see them in a while, and I wouldn't be seeing them until their birthday in a couple of days, that I had time to call him. Hell, I was actually going to call him
the day before their birthday. He's my only link to them now.
“Easy. Paul told me you were knocked up by another fuckin' dago.” The sneer in his voice makes my stomach turn. If what he's saying is true, he must have seen Paul, and Draven will hit the roof to know he's still around and somehow managing to avoid us. “Didn't take me long to figure out where it lived.”
It?
Did he really just refer to Draven as it?
“Get your fuckin' stuff; I'm taking you home to your husband.”
I won't let him do this to me. I won't let him drag me away from Draven. He'd fucking find me in minutes, seconds if I wasn't here when he got home. There's no way on this earth Draven would just give up. He'd find me and kill everyone around me to bring me back here.
“No,” I fold my arms around myself in defiance. “I'm divorcing Paul. I'm marrying Draven.”
“Like hell you are!”
“Yes! I am. I don't want to be with Paul anymore.”
He takes a step toward me, and I swallow hard. “You're really willing to risk those little ones for a filthy Italian prick?”
I swallow back another lump. “You know who Draven Vidal is, Peter. You know what he'll do if he knows you've been here like this.”
He laughs maniacally, and it takes less than a second for me to know nothing good will come of this. I turn and run up the stairs. This won't end well, but there's no way he's taking me anywhere. My heart sinks when he yells while chasing me, how he'll never take me to see them again. How they'll forget all about me, because if I don't go with him, I really will never see them again, and is that what I really want? To lose them for good?
He knows just how to play on my emotions, my love for them. What the hell do I do? I can't lose them for good. I can't not see them when I'm supposed to. I made them a promise that we'd be together soon, that I'd bring them home with me, and that nobody will ever take them away from me again.
I had hoped I'd make it to my room to press the panic button on the wall, the one Draven told me should I ever touch, will have someone with me in seconds. I hoped I could push it, someone would be here, and that they'd force my brother to tell them where they are so, they could finally be with here with me.
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