The Mafioso's Lily: The Flower of the Month

"Interesting. See something you like, buddy?" Fucking asshole. Should have known Dario's ass wouldn't miss it. I watch as the driver pulls her attention from me and fuck me if it doesn't piss me off. His hand touches her chin, and my chest begins to rumble. He leans in too fucking close to her, whispering something in her ear, and I find myself walking further down to be closer to this gift and remove this dead fucks hands from her body. Sensing trouble, Dario touches my shoulder, and I watch as Jewel walks down and greets her. "Calm down, Click. Not now." That's easy for him to say. Some asshole is not fucking pawing his woman in front of him. Wait! My woman? Oh shit. What the fuck?

ONE

CLICK

Jesus. How the hell is it possible to feel like Superman and like the weakest motherfucker in the room? Lily. That's how. She is my kryptonite. In the three months, she has been here, we have spoken less than fifty words to one another, but every glance, every smile, every giggle, every sigh burrows itself inside of me and makes her a part of my blood. I watch from the shadows while she is in the pool with Jewel and Lorelei, splashing and laughing, picturing her swollen belly in a bikini, tits spilling out the top because nothing will be able to contain them. I can see the pregnancy glow in my mind, knowing she will look even more angelic and innocent, the only proof she is no longer cherry, her burgeoning belly housing my kid. Shit. See. Weak. I am weak when it comes to her, and she is not mine.

Turning away from the pool where she is once again, I walk into the kitchen, and my fucking cock spits into my pants. I can smell her sweetness throughout this entire fortress, and it is pure torture. Hell, the one fucking day she walked past me, I leaned in quick enough to get a whiff, and I swear I could smell her virgin pussy as her lush ass moved past me. That was the day I really lost my damn mind. I spread the word around the compound that she was off-limits. Touching her, hell, speaking to her is punishable by death. See…WEAK!

I live within the gates of this fortress, down the road, in a mansion, Dario had built for me a few years ago as a thank you for being his most trusted. I told him it was unnecessary, but he wouldn't hear of it. He had an architect come to me and get my specs for my vision. By the time it was done, it was a bit smaller than his but not by much, and it felt like home. "Lurking about, I see." Dario comes into the kitchen and, as usual, gives me shit.

"Doing my job and making sure everything is running smoothly." He chuckles and takes a drink of water.

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that." Before I can respond, I hear her, Jewel, and the baby walking into the kitchen. Her laughter carries into the room and fills me with warmth. I hear her gasp the moment she sees me, and it replaces the warmth with an urgency I only feel when in the presence of danger, and fuck is she dangerous to my mental health and sanity. Every time I see her, it brings home how much I want to smell her, kiss her, fuck her and breed her. Breed her? What the fuck? "Click!" The boss's serious tone cuts through the fog, and I turn only to realize everyone is staring at me. "Did you hear me?" Shit.

"I am sorry, boss. I was running the schedule through my head. What did you say?" His eyebrow raises, and then he turns to Jewel.

"My Queen, can you lovely ladies excuse us?" He kisses her, and she nods her head.

"Of course, Sir. Come, Lily. Let's go put this little miss down, and then we can have some girl time." Like a withering idiot, my eyes follow her out of the room. For one second, she looks back at me, and I swear I see need reflected back at me. Am I losing my damn mind?

"You are distracted, my friend." He doesn't waste time after they leave the room.

"Yeah. Just a lot of moving parts right now." It sounds like bullshit to me.

"I know the look of a man in love, Click. I see it when I look in the mirror every day. What are you waiting for?"

"She is innocent, Dario. She is not gritty like Jewel. Her very spirit is all light and glee. Jewel came to you with darkness inside of her. You simply helped her flip it and turn it into something beautiful. I would only sully her." It's true. I would only succeed in dimming her light.