The Captive Series (4 page)

It had been a week of delicious Amber. We made love and fucked like bunnies all day long. I had put some shit on hold so I could spend some time with my girl. I had heard from my factions that there was still some trouble with the Russians, but about their dead guys, not the drug running.

I hadn’t heard from Amber’s father, but I didn’t let my guard down on that end. Chief McLaren was as shady as they came; nothing was worse than a man who claimed innocence, but was the devil underneath. He was hiding his dark side, whereas I hid my good one—the one only Amber, my parents, and my little sister, Bianca, saw.

I was grateful that the abuse wasn’t as bad as it could be. There were some really sick men out there. Blood or not, ass was ass. Thankfully the violent bastard wasn’t like that. He would have been on my chopping block from day one. Not that I didn’t plan to get his ass, but I was biding my time.

I had a meeting with my heads at my dad’s Oceanside property. Because Enzo had come today, I decided to hold it here. I wouldn’t have discord between families, but I didn’t want that fucker around my future wife, ever.

We were getting married the next day, at our house. My mother chewed my ear off because we weren’t having this massive Italian wedding. I didn’t have the luxury of that. I felt bad that I couldn’t offer my girl something spectacular with all the shit going down, but she told me she was cool. Her family wasn’t attending, so only a few of her friends would be there.

Her father wasn’t invited, but she had called her mother to let her know.

I realized the bond there wasn’t strong either. Amber didn’t want to call her mother to invite her, but I thought a daughter always wanted her mother by her side. I regretted forcing her to make the call. That bitch told her never to call again, and that “she wasn’t their daughter anymore.” I watched my girl absorb the pain and pretend that shit didn’t happen. Fuck that. There was no way in hell I was going to tolerate that. I wondered if that was the way she’d had to grow up. No real love. Good—they said she wasn’t family. I would work on my plan to end him once my girl let them go, and if her mother gave me problems, she was done, too.

Well, she might not have gotten it from them, but she would get all the love she needed from me and my family. They loved her little ass already. My mom and sister were here all day every day since I introduced them to her three days ago. I didn’t want to share her with anyone yet, but I needed to get this wedding shit done like yesterday. I wanted her tied to me. I had a talk with my father while the girls got to know each other, and he told me what I already knew. I had been hit hard by love.

The thing was, I knew my girl didn’t love me. She definitely lusted after me, but the love thing wasn’t there. She was going along with the wedding and everything because I gave her no choice. She lost that shit the moment I first laid eyes on her, and there was no going back.

My dad told me it would come in time. Not to rush it because it was just a trait of the Rossi men to claim what was ours. My dad told me to tie her to me so she couldn’t get away. He liked her from the moment he saw her. He recognized the good girl she was and that I had gotten the better end of the deal. Didn’t I know it.

I told him I was planning to start my family already. I thought he would have told me to wait, but he said “good” because my mother was waiting for some grandbabies. He said she never mentioned it to me because she was afraid to push the issue and I would rebel instead. She was probably right, at least until I had met my Amber.

I met my men in my dad’s study as he sat on the side while I conducted business. I wouldn’t have disrespect from my men, so I needed to lay down the law. I turned to Enzo and directed my speech to him. “You know why you are here today. Grimes was killed when he was supposed to be the scapegoat for your fuck up. Amber McLaren is to be my wife and therefore, under our protection. Should anything happen to her, it will be your asses that pay. Now, that said, let’s get down to business.”

Our meeting was less than an hour, but it was productive. I felt like things were going my way for my future plans. As the guys exited, I called to Enzo and whispered to him, “I haven’t asked what you did to my woman, but the only reason you are still breathing is that you are family. I don’t even care that you didn’t know she belonged to me. If you ever touch her again, being family won’t stop me from butchering you.” I was calm in my statement. No one could tell I had just threatened my own cousin, but I could tell he knew I was serious. I felt the tension pouring off him.

My dad’s housekeeper let us know that the ladies had returned. My guys knew not to fuck with me and laugh, but right now I had more important shit to do—my girl.

I missed the fuck out of her. I hadn’t seen her in four long hours. I was turning into a big pussy now. My dad laughed when I left the room not two minutes after I ended the meeting. “It’s okay. I need to find your mother, too.” Fucking gross, but what the hell? I knew my mother was a beautiful woman and my dad had it bad for her after all these years, but I didn’t need to know about it.

We walked into the living room and told the girls it was time for us to go because Amber needed to take a nap. She needed her rest because she was still recovering from her attack. That was my excuse, but of course no one was buying that shit. They all gave me knowing looks, so I said fuck it. I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder and swatted her ass with promise.

“What, you have to wear her out first?” My mother thought she was a joker, knowing damn well what I had planned for Amber.

“Yes, well, I want her to be well rested.” They laughed and my bubbles here giggled. That was what I noticed about my girl; she giggled and laughed a lot, and it was so fucking adorable. It ended up getting her nailed to the bed every time we were alone.

During one of our many breaks between lovemaking, I learned that she didn’t laugh a lot growing up and that it was only now that she felt like it. She had me laughing, too, which was crazy because I wasn’t the laughing type.

I carried her out to the truck and only put her down until we got to the house, then I scooped her ass up and ran up the stairs to our room.

“Put me down, you overgrown brute,” she hissed with a grin.

I gave her a nice spank on her ass again. “Not until I get you in bed, amoré mia.”

“I can walk.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to tire you out too soon. I can’t have you falling asleep before you come.”

She spanked my ass then. “Caveman,” she sighed.

“Damn right, woman.” I opened our bedroom door and carried her to our bed. I laid her down gently, but that was all the gentle she was going to get, and the little minx was asking for it. Her little hand reached for my pants as I leaned over her. Lifting herself up, she undid my pants and pulled them over my ass and down to my knees, taking my boxers with them. Before I could start removing her clothes, her pretty little lips were wrapped around my cock. Have mercy on me. The first time she did it, it took me by surprise. I thought I would have to suffer through a couple of bites and shit, but nope, she took half of me in and sucked. Damn it, if it wasn’t for the fact that she gagged herself, I would have thought she was a pro. She was bobbing up and down on my meat, but I didn’t come in her mouth that first time. I didn’t want to scare her. But right now I was feeling it—she needed to swallow my load today. Then I was going to eat her to at least two orgasms before I buried myself deep inside.

“Dio mio, Amber, easy, you are going to choke. Fuck, baby, I am so close. Tesoro, take it easy. Let go.” She refused to let go so I reversed our positions, making it so she was kneeling on the floor as I sat on the bed. I pulled her head off for a moment, and she pouted. “Don’t worry, babe, you will be swallowing soon, but I wanted to do this.”

I pulled her up to give me a kiss. After I ravished her mouth, I pushed her down and back into place. She bathed my cock with her tongue before taking me back in, a fucking natural. I was close so I started to fuck her face, and my good girl was taking it and enjoying it so much that she was squeezing her sexy-ass tits. That set me off. I was so deep in her throat, most of my come went straight down. I pulled off a little to give her a taste of my juice, and she smiled like she had won a prize. That earned her another shot on her tongue, one I didn’t know I had in me. I didn’t even have the ability to lift her onto the bed, so I just fell back on it. I felt like she drained me dry. Every time we fucked it got better and better, if that was even possible.

My girl was learning quickly. All I had to say was “up,” and I was rewarded with a mouthful of pussy. She was dripping, and fuck if I wasn’t thirsty. She moaned as she rode my face. “Yes, Yes, Yes.” Fuck. That was quick. I continued to drink up her juices as she started to squirm. It tickled the shit out of her after she had come, and I couldn’t help but enjoy her giggle. I lifted her off me and onto the bed. I stared at the woman who stole my heart, and I felt whole. Damn. I had to kiss her. I could taste a mix of both of our essences, and it was awesome.

“Bellissima Amber, tomorrow you become my wife legally.” My girl was sleepy after all. I guess the rest of our loving would have to wait until later. I kissed her on the forehead and wrapped her in my arms. “Nap time, Cara.”

“Yes, suddenly I am exhausted.” The minx yawned saucily and cuddled close.

“Grazie, amoré mia,” I whispered as I hugged her tighter. I held her tight as we took a little nap.

When we woke, we took a fast shower and walked down to my office to go over the rest of the plans.

“Luciano, why do you want to marry me?”
Uh oh, where the hell is this going?
I looked at her sideways as she sat in my lap.

“Did I not say you belong to me? Plus, do you think I want my babies to be bastards? No way in hell. I have been trying to get you knocked up since our first time. Haven’t you noticed, baby?”

I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I was scared as fuck. I was pretty sure she didn’t feel the same, and I was afraid of what my reaction would be if she didn’t say she loved me too. I needed to change the subject before it got seriously out of control. We had to get married tomorrow. I couldn’t have her trying to get out of it, not that I would let her. I wanted a happy bride walking toward me, not one shooting daggers.

“We got shit to do. Come on, baby. I have a couple of calls to make. Go and talk with Rosa about the food arrangements for tomorrow.” I gave her a swift kiss and a pat on the ass as she walked out of my office. I was glad she let it go and did as I asked.

It was my wedding day. It was the day most girls dreamed about. You found a prince, he slayed all your dragons and took you to his castle as his bride, but most of all he loved you. I was missing the
most of all
. I tried to fight it, but I knew it was already too late. I think it was in the hospital that I fell in love with him. I didn’t want to be in love with him. He was a thug who killed people without remorse. His mob kidnapped me, and I guess in a way, so did he. With him, I never had a choice of where this was going, but once I gave up my virginity to the man, it was a definite. He must be one of those old-school guys that because I was a virgin, I was the marrying type.

I was sure that was how I got his family’s approval. They must have found out that before he ravished me, I was pure. Luciano had been avoiding me until the ceremony, because his mama had been threatening him that it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. And I was missing him like crazy.

There was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, who should be standing there but the man who occupied my thoughts constantly.

“Bellissima, I had to see you.” He walked up to me with his eyes darkening while he licked his lips.

“Luciano, you know it is bad luck to see me before the wedding,” I warned him.

“Cara, It’s only bad luck if I see you in your dress. Right now I need some of your sweetness. It has been a whole five hours.” I refused to fight it; I ran into his open arms as he kissed me deeply. “Cara, Cara, Cara.”

“Dio Mio, what are you doing in here, Luciano?” Oops! Signora Rossi walked in on us, pulled him away, and walked him toward the door. Luciano looked like a little boy who got his toy taken away. Toy—that’s what I was to him, simply one of his possessions. Damn, I needed to get rid of these bad thoughts.

“Fine.” He stole one quick peck and laughed as he exited the room.

Both my mother-in-law and I laughed at his silliness, but it couldn’t be helped. It was adorable and almost made me think he truly cared for me.

“Come, we must get you ready. You cannot marry my son looking like this.” She looked at my silk short robe that was half opened by Mr. Quick Hands. I blushed and covered myself up. I couldn’t tell if she liked me or not. She probably thought I wasn’t good enough for her son. I mean, she played nice and all, but her tone told me that she didn’t trust me.

“You shouldn’t be marrying my son if you are going to look like you are headed for the gallows instead of beaming with joy.”

I mumbled under my breath, “You try telling him that,” but I still did as I was told.

Within an hour I was cosmetically ready to walk down the aisle to him, but emotionally I wasn’t ready.

“You will walk down to my son and be happy about it. He has chosen you, and you should be grateful instead of miserable.”

“Yes, I should be grateful because he saved me from your nephew who kidnapped me, beat me up, and tried to rape me. Yes, I should be grateful to a man who took my virginity and told me I was his and I had no choice in the matter and is only marrying me because I was a virgin. I am marrying a man who doesn’t love me, but yes, I should be dancing with joy.” She blanched as I spoke. I hadn’t meant to be cruel and angry or to tell what happened with Enzo, but I was nervous, afraid, and sad all in one, and she wasn’t making matters any better.

“You were a virgin?” She looked surprised. I guess he hadn’t told them about it. Then why did she put up with me when I could tell she wanted to get rid of me? I had to ask.

“Yes, I thought he told you and that was the only reason you tolerated me becoming his wife.”

“I tolerate you because my son looks at you like you are the most important thing in the world to him. That’s all. I want his happiness. I am sorry for what has happened to you. Enzo I believe has a few missing pieces.” She pointed to her head, and wasn’t that the truth. “However, I promise my son does truly care for you.”

“You can’t know that.” I refused to believe it.

“No? Then why did he blow up his little place where he used to take his puttanas? Yes, I know about the place. He wouldn’t do that if you were nothing more than a vessel for his heirs.” The look of shock and comprehension was clear on my face. “I see you understand. Now, put a smile on that pretty face, and let us get you married.”

I was shocked. The day after we made love, I’d heard about the fire at a building on the other side of town, but I didn’t know that was the place. I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t just pacifying me when he said we would never step into that place—he meant it. With that, I was able to be a cheerful bride.