Owning the Mafia Don

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Lucien had informed me of his intention to leave that night for Argentina. Some urgent matter had come up, he said, pressing his lips to my forehead as he prepared to leave.

I hugged him tightly, wishing he did not have to go.

‘Woman, He grunted, his mouth seeking my lips greedily, possessively, ‘I might be gone for a week. I do not want you to leave the house when I am away, is that clear?’

He tugged at my lower lip to make his words crystal clear.

I whispered,

‘Come back soon. I want you to be with me when I meet the doctor.’

Immediately his eyes narrowed and he pulled himself away to grip my chin,

“What is wrong? Is it our son…?’ His hand went protectively to my belly, stroking gently.

I smiled half-heartedly.

I was feeling unusually weary and tired; I wanted to get a check-up. Something was not quite right. From what I had calculated and from the initial visit to a doctor I was not too comfortable with in New York, I knew I must be in the tenth week of my pregnancy.

Early days yet. But the fatigue was just too much. And yes, overpowering nausea!. I shuddered. My breasts had grown even heavier and fuller as Lucien had growled as he sucked on them last night while we made love.

He stared at me as I gazed at him silently and then dropped my forehead on his chest.

“Please, Lucien,, “I whispered, ‘Come back to me, soon.’

He grunted and held me in his arms.

‘I need to go, or I would never leave you.’ He said it, his tone rough with concern and anxiety.

Then, tilting my chin up and kissing the tip of my nose, he went on,

“I shall ask Schwartz to look you up every day,’ he went on, kissing me, his voice thick with concern.

‘Take care of yourself, woman.’

I dimpled wearily.

***

Schwartz

He frowned as the phone trilled and raised his eyebrows as he saw who was calling.

Aiyana Preston?

He glanced at the time. 6 p. m.?

He was at the Club and knew that Lucien would be here soon before he drove to the private airstrip to leave for Argentina. News of a takeover bid and an impending attempt to isolate Lucien had come to their ears. Lucien needed to meet the Argentinians and twist their arms a little.

Picking up the phone, he was immediately charmed by the husky voice at the other end.

Aiyana came straight to the point. She was not a woman who wasted time in pleasantries. After the basic hellos had been exchanged, she said,

‘James, I have been invited to the dinner at Senator L. R’s and I do not have a partner.’

Before he could digest it, she asked, bluntly,

‘Can you come with me?’

Schwartz had been propositioned before, on many occasions but this direct appeal made his lips twitch. The lady’s training as an FBI agent had made her a no-nonsense type.

Grinning, he said,

“Yup, I had an invite but I was not planning to go.’

‘Oh…’ the disappointment in her voice was obvious.

He laughed out loud.

“But since you asked, I think I will go. With you.’

The sigh of relief from the other end made him smile.

They sorted out the details and he agreed to come by her hotel and pick her up at nine.

He was smiling as he put down his phone. He rested his head on his chair and thought,

“Well…let us see how things go..’

It had been a long time since he had had any kind of feelings for any woman. Yes, his adoration of Proserpina was quiet and generally under wraps. He had never found any woman who could come up to his Fionella or later, comes up to Proserpina.

He shrugged his shoulders and went back to work.

Plenty of time ahead, he thought absently.

***

It was a black-tie event, and Aiyana had hastily gone out and bought a full-length ball gown. She had not wanted to look underdressed among the elite who would undoubtedly grace the charity ball.

The beautiful black gown displayed some decolletage but it was not something that made her feel uncomfortable. Deciding to go the whole hog, she had accessorized the outfit with full-length opera gloves on the advice of the gushing saleswoman. It turned out to be an elegant and beautiful touch. She had also picked up a purse that was small and opulent but chose to keep the jewellery to the minimum. There was a nip in the air and she chose to wear a wrap to the event.

She was glad that she had dressed up when she saw Schwartz.

Handsome James turned up right on time and looked as dapper and eye-catching as ever. He wore a black tuxedo with a white, pleated front tuxedo shirt, complete with braces, vests, gloves and cummerbunds. Black patent shoes and black dress socks completed the outfit.

She stared at him for a moment when she opened the hotel room door and felt his eyes keen as ever, flitting over her interestedly.

She smiled and leaned up to brush his cheek. And felt a spark of excitement in her body after months. Hiding her expression, she pushed her long hair away from her face and said,

‘ Make yourself comfortable; I just need to put up my hair.’

She walked away, aware that Schwartz was watching her. He could not take his eyes off the tall, lithe figure with the pert behind, the long black gown hugging her figure lovingly.

He turned away, aware that if he kept looking at her, he would have a massive hard-on. Grinning ruefully to himself, he settled on a couch and pulled out his phone.

When she re-entered, Schartz’s green eyes widened in appreciation.

Aiyana had pulled her hair back in a low chignon and she looked classy and chic. Her eyes looked smoky and the wide mouth a soft pink. He did not comprehend that he had been staring till he saw she was leaning against the door frame, a small smile catching at the corner of her full mouth.

She knows I have been admiring her, thought Schwartz, and he felt a slight flush creeping up his neck.

“So, shall we go?’ She said it in her deep, husky voice, which was like warm honey, swirling around him.

He grunted and coming forward, helped her into her wrap.

As his fingers brushed her shoulders, he felt a sudden tingle.

‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘Why do I feel like this.’

She said nothing, merely walked to the door and allowed him to hold it open for her as she preceded him out of the room.