Owned by the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 3)

Ella was left in her apartment that night, strangled with Vincent’s belt. All the DNA leads straight to him, including between her legs, which he deposited before they were interrupted by Ivy. Although they won’t ever find him for proper prosecution.

I march back into the house where the wedding is taking place and find my best man. “Everything set?”

“Yes. Dom, is everything set here?”

“Aria says they’ll be ready in five minutes. Let’s go take our places, brother.” He claps my back before we start down the hall.

“Fuck, I’m nervous as hell.” The confession could mean a lot of things, but my brother knows damn well what I mean.

“Nothing’s going to happen, Niccolò. All people have been searched before the wedding and your queen wants to marry you, so there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“You’re right.” I flex my back, cracking my spine and releasing the tension in my body. The second Ivy enters, it’s just like the first time I saw her. All thoughts are fucked up, words are absent, and my soul clings to hers. Our eyes meet from under the veil as she walks on the arm of my father, who offered to bring my love to me. I’m in a trance.

As soon as she reaches me, she says, “I’m Ivy. Is there something I can get for you?”

“You forever, Sugar.”

“Okay. Coming right up.” We turn and face Father Falcone and begin our future.

My mouth is on hers before the words come out, but he says them anyway. “Now you may kiss your bride.” Our guests cheer as we continue to kiss. I only pull back long enough to scoop her up in my arms and carry her down the aisle. Once we’re out of sight of everyone else, I pin my bride against the wall and claim her mouth.

“Are you done for the evening?” she asks.

“No. I think I’ll wait until I’ve made you mine as my wife.”

“Sounds good to me.” I swoop her up and take the stairs to my old bedroom. Aria posted a beautiful ‘Just Married’ sign on our door. We enter the room, and it’s decorated with flowers and white and red petals all the way to the bed. “I can’t believe she did this.”

“She’s a bit overboard.”

“That’s for sure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, Mr. Bianchi, I believe you need to collect a debt.”

“For a lifetime.”

****

“I came here to finish what I started.” I watch with pride as my wife stands before her stepfather. “You make my stomach roll with venomous hatred. You didn’t care for my mother when she fell ill. Even though you were my legal guardian, you betrayed me, left me unprotected, threw me to the lions, hoping that you could escape the hole you dug yourself. Do you have any last words?”

“You’re a filthy whore.” I lose it. I move her behind me and pick up the blade, grabbing his throat until his mouth opens. Grabbing his tongue, I slice it off. He screams as blood falls from his lips.

“I told you about that shit. That’s your last insult. I hope it was worth it because I enjoyed silencing you.” I spit in his face and turn to my wife, kissing her hard as fuck before pulling away. “Finish him. We have a reception awaiting us, my queen.”

She smiles up at me and nods. I step out of the way as she takes the gun and aims. “I’ve had a week of practice.” She pulls the trigger, hitting him in the nuts, proving her shot intentional. When he finally looks up, she ends him with a shot between the eyes.

“Please clean up this mess and join us,” she informs my men.

“Yes, Mrs. Bianchi.” They bow their heads in respect. We strip out of the splatter shields and then I drag her out of the room. Finding the next closed door, I push it open and lift my wife against the wall. Mouth on hers, I raise her dress and then free myself. With a thrust, I slam into her warmth, drilling her over and over. The sounds of our grunts and moans, singing in the air.

“I love you, Ivy Bianchi. No one will ever harm you again.”

“Fuck me, Nico,” she cries out. Rarely does she call me Nico unless she’s about to come.

“Come, amore. Coat my cock and show me who owns you.”

“Oh God.”

“No. I own you. Remember that. I own your orgasms, my love. Only me.”

“Nico, I’m coming.” Her legs flex around my waist, tightening her grip on me while her walls squeeze my length. I give her three quick pushes before filling her, sending my load all over her womb, right where it belongs.

Panting and sweating, I can only hear my racing heart. Ivy rests her head on my chest as we slide down to the floor.