Owned by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  “What ‘whoa’?”

  “It looks like we’re going to have this baby very soon. I’m sorry, but the baby’s already crowning.”

  “Crowning?”

  “The baby’s head is already peeking out.” Niccolò steps over to look and pales, fainting on the spot.

  “Nico,” I shout.

  “Nurse Ava, we need help in here.”

  “Come on here, tough guy, time to wake up.” A knock on the door brings in another nurse, along with Mrs. Bianchi. “Mama, your son took one look and fainted.”

  “Domani, get your brother and I’ll stay in here with Ivy.”

  “No. I’m not leaving. I’ll just stay by her head.”

  “If you faint again, I’m just going to have to leave you there.”

  “That’s fine. I don’t want to miss my son’s arrival.” I flex my hand and he lowers his head to mine. “Ivy, I’m sorry that I acted like a little bitch, Sugar. From now on, I’m good to go.”

  “I love…” The rest doesn’t come out because a pain hits so hard I scream.

  “You can do it, Ivy.” I start pushing at the doctor’s command and thirty-five minutes later, our son is born. Niccolò doesn’t pass out again. My heart does flips when they place my sweet Niccolò Jr. on my chest. “He has a lot of hair.”

  “Well, from your baby pictures, I would say he gets that from you.”

  “Yes, he gets that from Niccolò. Congratulations, you two,” my mother-in-law says, wiping her eyes as she steals glances at our son. “Please excuse me—I’m going to tell everyone.” She kisses my temple and walks around to hug Niccolò before leaving.

  “My boy,” Niccolò says, bending down and kissing his son. “I love you both.”

  “We’re going to get him cleaned up and will bring him back. Rest, Mrs. Bianchi. You’ve done an excellent job.” The nurses take him to the baby cleaning and care station while Niccolò and I watch, itching for them to bring our baby back.

  “You did so well, amore. I’m sure the family can’t wait to see the newest addition.” We can hear the roars of cheers from the waiting room.

  Niccolò

  I’ll follow this woman to the ends of the earth, but for tonight, it’s to the balcony of our villa on the Italian coast. “What’s wrong, Ivy?”

  “I saw the way that woman was looking at you.” Lord, I knew it. I slide my hand around her rounded belly, pulling her back to my chest.

  “Do you want me to kill her? I will.”

  “No. This is not funny.”

  “It’s not fucking funny at all. My wife’s feelings are hurt over something I have no control over, but I can remedy it.”

  “No. No, she doesn’t need to die because she’s a ho. I mean, if she’s got some STI or some shit, I ain’t got a problem, but not at your hands.”

  “Calm yourself, Ivy. I didn’t even notice it until she slipped me her number on the check.”

  She screeches, spinning out of my arms and slapping my chest. “She slipped you her number?” Great, I could kick my own ass. She storms back into the house and grabs her gun out of her suitcase. “Now I’m going to kill that bitch.”

  I snatch it from her before she accidentally hurts herself. “Ivy Grace Bianchi, you better stop this shit right now.” I grab her face firmly, but not enough to harm my love. “You are mine, and I sure as fuck am yours. Calm your crazy ass down.”

  “When have you ever known that to work on a woman, Niccolò?” She yanks her face away.

  “I don’t know. You’re the only one I’ve had to deal with, but all of you damn Bianchi women are nuts.”

  “Yeah, well, the only thing we have in common is you stupidly handsome Bianchi men. I’m leaving.” She turns on her heel, heading to our bedroom, and grabs her suitcase. Fucking hell.

  I pull the fucker from her hand and scoop up my wife. Pregnant or not, she needs to be reminded of something. Sitting out on the balcony, I set her over my knees, leaving my legs open so her small three-month belly isn’t upset by what I’m about to do. I lift up her already too-damn-short dress and yank her panties down. Our men are around the perimeter, but they know to keep their eyes away from the house and on any possible intruders. They can’t see us from their angle, so it’s the perfect spot to show my wife what it means to threaten me with leaving.

  “What the fuck did you just say to me, wife?”

  “I’m leaving. You can have her number.”

  “I think you want your ass beat.” I rub my hand on her ass and then give her the first smack. She cries out, and I give her another. “What in the hell has gotten into you that I’d let you leave?” She doesn’t answer, so I switch cheeks. “You forget that I own you, Mrs. Bianchi, until the end of our days.”

  “Keep it up, and they’ll be the end of yours. You let that bitch flirt with you like I wasn’t there.” I pop her ass once more. It takes me a second in my possessive ire to hear what she said. I flip her onto the massive settee, straddling her body.

  “Have you not met me? You are the only woman I’ve ever let take my attention from anything. Did I give her my attention?”

  “No, but you didn’t shut her down. Get off me, you jerk.” It’s killing me that she’s fucking crying because no woman has ever gained my interest unless it has to do with business.

  “How the fuck could I shut her down if I didn’t even notice?” She stops, closing her mouth as she searches for another fucking comeback. I reach under her dress and test her pussy. Sliding my fingers over her wet slit, I stare into her eyes. “I love you, Ivy. I have from the first second. I saved myself for you; if that doesn’t tell you there’s no one else, I don’t know how to prove it other than to keep my dick buried in this sweet heat.”

  Freeing my cock from my khakis, I slam deep into her cunt. “You’re my wife, my one and only. I don’t care how many times I have to tell you, but don’t ever doubt that you own me, too. Fucking body and soul.” She moans, gripping my shoulders. Three years of marriage, and this woman doesn’t understand I’ll do anything for her. Our son and this little one growing in of her are my world.

  Gripping her hair, she draws out a long gasp before I take a possessive kiss, tongue slowly fucking her mouth while my dick steadily pounds her mons. “I’m sorry, Niccolò. I love you too. So much it scares me.”

  “Losing you scares me all the time, but I’m not letting you ever walk away. Understand?” I slam my cock in and out.

  “Yes,” she cries out, clinging to me. She might have been mad at me, but her pussy loved her spanking too much. Her walls close around my shaft, milking my seed as she screams her release. She doesn’t let go, even though I’m trying to keep my weight off her.

  “Nico, the baby is the size of a pea right now. I’m fine. I need to feel you surround me.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, but you can lie on top of me.” I spin us around and let her rest on me.

  “Always so insistent.”

  “That’s because you’re the most important person in my world. I love our babies, but without you, they wouldn’t be here.” We kiss and make love again under the stars.

  ****

  After we wake up, I give my brother a call to check on our son. “How is he?”

  “Good. Nic, come say hello to your papa.”

  “Papa, Papa. Where’s Mama?”

  “She’s still sleeping, but she misses you. We are coming home tomorrow night. Are you being a good boy?”

  “Yes, Papa. I write my name.” He’s only two and can’t spell yet, but the kid is pretty bright. Maybe he traced it on a paper or something, or it’s probably some scribbles. I love all the drawings he makes me even if I can’t tell what it’s supposed to be.

  “Good. I can’t wait to see it.”

  “Yeah, on my walls,” Domani scoffs.

  “Then I really can’t wait to see it.”

  “Zia cleaned it off.”

  “I took a picture for you, though. What did she say, Nic?”

  “No colors on
the wall, but Zia paints on the wall,” he argues his case.

  “We do what we’re told.”

  “I no like it,” he says.

  “He left the room. Damn—that little Nic, he’s going to be trouble. More like me I think, brother, but it’s only fair because Luca is so much like you.”

  “True. Although I hope he understands women better.”

  “Oh no. What happened?” I explain the entire fight with Ivy about the stupid woman at the restaurant to him, and he laughs with a full-blown belly laugh. Prick.

  “Did he tell you he called all us Bianchi women crazy?” Ivy asks, coming into the room.

  “Well, he’s not wrong. You women are all crazy.”

  “What the hell, Domani? You make us that way. I wasn’t crazy before I met you.”

  “See? That’s what I told Niccolò.”

  “Common denominator, Niccolò. You should know that. Now that you’re being a butthead, I’m going to give Nic his own paint set for Christmas,” Aria says.

  Ivy laughs.

  “It’s only fair that you give him lessons as well,” I add. I’m not bothered as long as my boy loves what he does and finds someone who puts up with his quirks, even if he doesn’t understand women. I pull Ivy onto my lap. “We’d love to chat longer, but I want to enjoy the last day of burying my head…”

  “Hey,” Ivy says, slapping my chest.

  “Have fun, you two.” Dom ends the call, and I carry Ivy back to bed to finish what we started before we head home. Life can’t get any better than this.

  Niccolò

  Twenty years

  It’s our twenty-year anniversary today and I plan to spoil my lovely wife. Ivy’s still the queen of my world, and my permanent distraction. She pulls me out of my numbers, and I never mind. Her long black hair has started to add cool gray streaks, matching the ones I have at my temples. She still runs the café, but she has loosened the reins on the day-to-day operations, so that she has time for the kids.

  “Papa, how is my tie?” Milo, my youngest, asks, fidgeting with it as he steps into my office. I look up and smile. He looks just like me when I was his age.

  “You did a great job. It matches well with that suit. Did your mama pick it out?” He’s trying to be a big man like his dad and uncles, so suits are his new thing.

  “No, Zia Aria did,” he remarks.

  “She’s here?” I’m supposed to be dropping off the kids so they can watch them while we go out. We had five boys and stopped having kids after ten years. Nic is nineteen already and in college, and Michael graduates high school in a couple of months. Soon it will be just the three youngers ones in the house.

  “Yes.” I look at my watch and I’m in trouble.

  “Where’s your mama?” I ask, jumping out of my chair and rounding my desk before the words get out. We’re going to be late.

  “Getting ready for your date night.”

  “I’ve gotta go, Milo.”

  “Mama has your suit ready,” he adds as I dash up the stairs, nearly colliding with Aria.

  “Sorry.” I put out my arms to stop her from falling.

  “She’s waiting for you. I’ll take the boys now. Happy Anniversary.” She winks and walks downstairs with a giggle.

  I open our bedroom door to find my wife, sitting in the window seat in just her robe. “Sugar, I’m sorry. I know I should have been up here sooner. Why are you still in your robe?”

  I tug on the buttons of my shirt, freeing my collar. I reach for my glasses when she stands and stops my hands. “Leave the glasses on,” she purrs, adjusting them back in place. Fuck, my dick is so hard, she might end up unable to walk for a week.

  “We’re going to be late, my love,” I remind her, even though food is the last thing on my mind.

  “I changed our reservation. Somehow I knew you’d get distracted.” I lick my lips as the ties on her robe fall open, revealing the black lace.

  “You have my attention,” I growl, grabbing the silk on her shoulders and tug it off.

  “I didn’t say you could touch me, Mr. Bianchi.”

  I grip her chin, tipping her head to look up into my lust-filled eyes. “I own you, wife, from the day we met until the end of my days.”

  Her breath escapes her parted lips as she releases a moan that I’m sure she feels down to her core. Her desire pours from those stunning blue eyes and my other hand cups her wet lace between her legs. “Wife, who owns this pussy?”

  “You, Niccolò.”

  “Forever,” I whisper across her lips.

  I forget all about dinner as I spend the night reminding Ivy how much she belongs to me and how she’s always my priority.

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  Best Friends Series:

  Always You

  His Dirty Secret

  Sleep Tight

  A Best Friends Duet:

  Picture Perfect

  Instant Obsession

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  Married to the Mob

  Captured by the Mob

  Owned by the Mob

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  Luciano’s Willing Captive

  The Russian's Captive

  Sergei's Stubborn Captive

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  Caught In A Case

  Caught Off Guard

  Caught in A Lie

  Caught Crossing the Line

  Caught Breaking the Law

  Caught Red Handed

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  Protecting Macy

  Securing Blake

  The Cline Brothers of Colorado:

  Whatever it Takes

  Taking Whatever he Wants

  Finding Paradise

  Dark Hearts Series:

  Intense

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  Falling for the Boss

  Falling for the Enemy

  Falling Hard

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  Wanting it All

  Chasing his Sunshine

  Lassoing His Cowgirl

  Ben's Resolve

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  Rain

  Cream

  Heat

  The James Family:

  No Choice

  No Way Out

  No More Waiting

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  His Christmas Rose

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  Christmas in July

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  Reminding Red

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  Say Yes

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  Testing Her Professor

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