Married to the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 1)

“Well, I’m going to steal a piece of apple pie. It’s fresh out of the oven. Do you want one?” Nero has a huge sweet tooth, especially when it comes to baked goods.

“Sure, but be careful Giuseppe doesn’t see you, or you’ll lose a finger.”

“I’ll tell him it’s for you.” We both chuckle as he walks out.

Then I go about making the calls. After I finish the first one, Nero comes in, letting me know the police are outside and want to speak with me. I nod and have them come into my living room. “Yes, Detective Sims, to what do I owe this extremely late visit?”

“I’m stopping by to inform you that my team has already ruled that you acted in self-defense. And that Tortelli was a fucking nut.”

“That’s for sure. Thank you for that. It’s been a long night, so if that’s all you have, I have to make some important calls to my guards’ families in Italy.”

“Oh. Yes. Good luck with that.” He stands, and Nero escorts him out. From the footage I gave them, they were able to see that those who died had been attacked by a mad man. The explosion to his body had been so intense that only fragments could be gathered. Thankfully, the bullet to the heart had been untraceable because his heart couldn’t be found.

Two attacks on two reputed crime families were shocking and people would believe it was a hit from one of the other families, which will keep them off our tails. It’s not as if they want to get entangled in all of this mess. Besides, we have the right people in our pockets to look the other way.

Most of the people killed didn’t have family in the States, so I had to make calls to Italy. Not pleasant, but there isn’t much I can do. Their people will be compensated as best we can. I’ll leave that to my accountant Niccolò to handle.

Making it up to the bedroom, I unlock the door and see my bride-to-be with the covers just below her ass, the perfect view to come home and see. I growl, stripping out of my clothes and climbing into bed in just my boxers.

I slide under the covers and pull Aria to me. “Domani,” she sighs. That’s what I want to hear.

“Sleep, my queen,” I command. She smiles, and I feel her body relax. “I love you, Aria.” I know she can’t hear me, but I have to say it.

“My king,” she utters.

“That’s right. Now and forever.”

****

I wake up four hours later to the feel of Aria grinding on my cock with her round ass. Growling her name along the shell of her ear, I grip her hips and stop her. She startles, waking up. “Aria, you’re a bad little girl.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” There’s a blush on her cheeks like she’s embarrassed, but I know she’s flushed from desire because her wicked eyes are full of mischief. God, I want to possess this woman so painfully.

“I’m about to come all over you if you keep it up,” I grit out, aching to fuck her this instant.

“You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“We’re not married yet,” I insist. I won’t give in now that I’m so fucking close to the finish line.

“I’ve been thinking about that. Is it so important we marry tomorrow?”

I’m insanely triggered by her question, and I pin her to the bed, straddling her body. “What did I say about a foregone conclusion?”

“Is tomorrow some important holiday or something?” she asks. I’m still not liking where this questioning is going. This woman’s trying to test me, so I should fuck her right now, making sure she marries me as soon as humanly possible.

“No, but I’m not waiting any longer.”

She smiles and rolls her eyes at me. “I didn’t say wait longer. I was thinking…well, I thought maybe it was best if we could just get married today with our family already here.”

“Really? You don’t really want all eyes on you?” I don’t want anyone’s eyes on my bride, especially male eyes.

“After last night, I don’t think it matters to me. With the house a mess, the wedding reception can’t be there. Besides, you’ve just had men die, and I don’t think it’s right celebrating with such a grand event like that.”

“That’s true. If you’re sure, I’ll talk to your parents.”

“I’m positive.”

I stare at her in amazement. Not only does she want to marry me sooner, but she doesn’t want the big hoopla that’s already been planned because of the deaths last night. “You’re going to be a great queen at my side.” I kiss her slowly, pulling back to look at her gorgeous face.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s get dressed so we can deal with all of this. Your father and mother already have a lot to worry about at the house. I’m sure there’s water damage.”