Deadly Vows - Chapter 25 (Patreon)

Luca

I set the picture down in front of Matteo, watching his reactions carefully. His eyes slightly widen as he takes in the photograph.

“Do you know this man?”

The room is silent as he contemplates how to respond. It’s almost strange looking at him all this time. He shares similar features with Elise, but also his good-for-nothing father.

“Yes. That’s my father.”

I nod. “Eli Trovoli, capo of the South Mob, mostly known for their brutality, betrayals, and lust for power.” I pause, gauging his reaction. “Do you know what the capo is, Matteo?” He slowly shakes his head.

“The capo is the head. The leader. The don. Your father was one of the most powerful men in the United States. He’s responsible for countless power crisis in the United States. And he’s dead.”

I take another picture and set it down in front of him.

“You know who this is,” I state matter-of-factly. It’s a picture of Elise. It was taken the day of our wedding. She looks beautiful. Sweet and innocent. It’s one of the few pictures I have of her.

“Elise. She’s my wife. What you don’t know is that she is the only child of Eli Trovoli. That is, until her father realized to gain more power, he needed a son.” I watch as Matteo’s eyes grow wide in understanding.

“So she’s my—”

“Half-sister, yes. Don’t worry, she was unaware of this fact up until last night.” I lean back in my chair, loving how things are playing out.

“So that leaves my role in all this. Of course, you know me as Luca Pasquino. But I am, as of late, the new capo of the North Mob, the most powerful Mob in the United States. I inherited this position sooner than I would have liked due to your family’s need for power.” I watch his face closely as the news comes down on him.

“I originally planned to kill all the Trovolis. That includes you. But when I married your sister, I had a change of heart toward them. I was going to leave them alone. But they interfered once again for more power. And that was where they fucked up. They killed my father. And they were going to use my wife, their own blood, as a pawn in their hunt for power. And I cannot look past that. The only reason you are alive right now is that I love your sister so much.”

His eyes widen. “You love her, huh? Then why would you engrave your name into her flesh?”

Matteo meets my eyes, and his are filled with anger. I can feel amusement and excitement bubbling up inside of me. He thinks that just because he now knows that is his sister, he can talk to me any kind of way. Before he can blink, I am standing in my chair with a gun aimed at his forehead. I see Romelo flinch in the corner, ready to stop me if I go too far with this boy. I can feel the fear radiating off him as he finally realizes who he is dealing with.

“Do not get my attitude in the past with you confused with how you can speak to me. I am your capo now. You will learn in time the way things are around here.”

I look at Romelo and motion for him to grab Matteo and take him to begin his initiation. Romelo walks over to him, snatching him out of the chair, and begins dragging him out the door.

I begin to take a seat when I hear something coming from the hallway. Rage immediately boils over. Elise. I push up from my chair and make my way quickly to the hallway to see Elise literally on top of Romelo, trying to jerk her brother from his grasp. I immediately grab her off him, holding her down. She is screaming and crying and continuing to struggle under me.

“Luca, stop! Don’t do this! You can’t do this to him!”

Matteo is watching her with wide eyes and struggling hard against Romelo. Elise turns her head to look at me, and her eyes are wide and filled with tears. Her face is flushed a beautiful, rosy shade. I can feel myself getting hard. Damn, she is beautiful.

I haul her up and jerk her into my office, slamming the door behind me. She is still struggling and screaming all kinds of obscenities at me, but I’m not even paying attention. I keep watching the way her breasts are moving underneath that tight dress she is wearing. She always wears dresses. I like it when she wears shorter ones, so I can see the curves of her legs as they lead up to her pert little ass.

I set her atop the desk, and she is still struggling and trying to push me away.

“Elise.” I calmly say her name, and she stops struggling, staring at me with wide eyes.

That is another thing I love about her—she can be in the biggest rage you have ever seen, but when she hears my voice call her name, she immediately snaps out of it and is silent.

I reach out to push her hair out of her face so that I can see it better. It’s now down to her upper back. Much longer than when I originally cut it. Maybe she should start wearing headbands so I can see her face more often. Or I just may cut it again. I smile at the thought. She notices it and visibly flinches.

My eyes drop to the turtleneck she has on. The dress is short, but instead of there being a V-neck collar, she decided to wear one that covers the love bite. I reach out and pull it down, revealing the mark. I don’t remember doing it. Hell, I don’t even remember telling her about her brother. All I know is that I was so angry yesterday that I’d left and gone to the nearest bar. I needed something to erase my emotions. I always have control of them, but being around her makes them go crazy. Everything is a blur after that.

I woke up this morning before her, and when I was getting dressed, she claimed to know the truth about her sibling. That was dumb of me, but there’s no use in dwelling on it now. What’s done is done.

“What do I get if I leave your brother out of this?” I look up from the hickey and into her eyes. She has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They are a beautiful chocolate brown. The small area around the pupil has a jagged pattern, as if a sandstorm were blowing in those amazing irises.

I gently push her down so that she is lying on her back on top of the desk. I reach my hands underneath the dress and push it up so that her lower body is exposed. She has an amazing body. I slide my hands up her body and over her breasts, resting one palm over her heart. The rapid thundering is enough to excite me even further. My eyes drop to the side of her where my name is. I can feel my erection getting even harder, but I am going to make myself wait. I want to just look at her.

I reach down and grab my knife from the holster in my shoe. She jumps from the desk, but I hold her down.

“You still haven’t answered me, Elise. What will I get for leaving your brother out of this? He is a key component in this plan.” I bring the knife up and press it against the soft fabric of the dress, enjoying the sight of it being sliced off her body. She gasps.

She is now lying on my desk on nothing more than her bra and panties. And she is wearing all white today. I lean in and press kisses over her stomach. I pull up and stare at the flat surface for a moment. A fleeting thought crosses my mind. She takes a deep breath, causing her stomach to rise and fall with the breath. I step even closer to her in between her legs and lean over her body.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, Elise. What do I get?”

She is looking at me with fear in her eyes. She finally opens her mouth.

“I … I’ll give you anything you want.”

I chuckle at that. She is so naive. “My sweet, naïve girl, I can already have anything I want.” I look at her in pleasure as defeat crosses her features. Hmmm.

I kneel down and pull her underwear down, tossing them on the floor. I take the knife and bring it to the center of her bra, cutting it off and exposing her perky breasts. They are by no means what I am used to. All my life, I’ve fucked big-breasted women with curvy bodies and big asses. Elise is small and petite, and her breasts fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.

“Luca …”

Her small voice pulls me out of my musings. I love it when she says my name. I kneel so that I am level with her body and gently push her legs apart, exposing her to me. I can feel her slight resistance, but she knows better than to deny me. I wrap my arms around her thighs so that her legs are resting over my shoulders and pull her closer to me. She gasps and immediately tries to sit up.

“Luca, wait,” she starts, but I don’t give her the chance.

I dip my head in between her thighs, pressing my lips against her folds. I hear her as she gasps above me. I give her a long, slow lick, tasting her sweetness. I shudder in pleasure, and it heads straight to my dick, making it twitch in my pants. I begin giving her pleasure, growing more and more restless as I listen to her moans of pleasure. She loves to pretend she is invincible to me, but I know her body better than she does. And I enjoy drawing pleasure from it. I press my tongue to her clit, and she jumps in pleasure under me.

I can feel her body tensing as she is about to have an orgasm. I latch on to her clit and begin sucking as I insert a finger in her slick wetness. That is enough to send her over the edge, and her loud moans fill the room. I can feel her tightness spasming around my finger as she rides her orgasm. Before she can come down from it, my pants are down, and I guide my cock to her entrance, pushing in all the way to the hilt. She is tight and warm around me, and her inner muscles are still spasming around my hard length. I can hear her as she cries out. I look up, and her eyes are closed, her cheeks are flushed, and her mouth is slightly parted. The sight is sexy as hell. I arch over her and thread my fingers through her soft strands, placing my forehead against hers as I fuck her on the desk.

She is crying out with each thrust, and I can’t help but be mesmerized by her. I watch her every move, every sound. I can see the light sheen of sweat forming over her flushed skin and the slight furrow of her brow. I keep my eyes open and watch her as she writhes in pleasure underneath me. I lean in and lightly trace her bottom lip with my tongue. I capture her mouth in mine. Her lips are soft and warm against mine. She opens her mouth in pleasure, moaning into mine.

I pull back and continue to look down at her. I feel a strong need brewing deep within me and speak before I can process anything else.

“Tell me you love me.”

Her eyes fly open, and she looks at me in shock. There is a light glaze over her brown eyes as they meet mine. She opens her mouth, only to close it.

“Say it.” My voice is louder this time. I can feel the sweat forming on my back. She looks as though she is caught in some inner turmoil.

“Tell me you love me, Elise.” I slow down, only to give her a hard thrust, the pleasure exploding on me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to my release.

“I … I love you.”

That is all it takes for me to reach my peak. I can feel the tingle in the base of my spine as I explode inside of her. Her muscles begin uncontrollably squeezing me, and I know she has reached her orgasm too. Her orgasm continues, drawing mine out even longer.

I finally collapse on top of her, both of our bodies slick with sweat. The room is silent except for the sound of our breathing. After a moment, I stand up and pull out of Elise. I look down and am mesmerized at the sight of my seed spilling out of her. I watch until she sits up slowly, avoiding eye contact with me.

“I’ll leave your brother out of this.” I am speaking before I even realize what I have said.

She looks up in shock, and her breathing picks up as tears well up in her eyes. She hops off the desk and jumps into my arms, her naked body pressing against mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers in the crook of my neck.

I slowly bring my arms up and wrap them around her, enjoying the feel of her warm body against mine. This is probably the first time she has shown me any form of physical affection willingly.

* * * * *

I step out of the shower, and Elise is already in bed. She is asleep. I step closer to the bed and take in her features. She looks lovely. She is lying on her side with her arms underneath her head. I reach out and push her stray hairs out of her face. She stirs but doesn’t wake up. I take a seat next to her on the bed and push the cover lower from around her waist. She only wore a tank top and underwear to bed. The tank top has ridden up, and her stomach is exposed. I reach out and lightly touch the flat surface.

Hmmm.

I stand up and walk out of the room, walking to my office. I open the filing cabinet with Elise’s medical records in it and pull out the file. She is currently on the shot. We go in every three months to keep her from getting pregnant. I look at the dates marked and feel a smile coming onto my face. The next time we are to go in is in five days.

Hmmm.

I pull out my phone and make a call to Dr. Shotwell. He answers on the first ring.

“Yes, Mr. Pasquino, is it an emergency?”

“No. I have a few questions for you.”