The Mafia's King unbridled Love

Tears rolled down my cheek profusely as I hugged my knees. I feel betrayed. It hurts so much that I cannot take it. He lied to me. Everything with him has been a lie all this while.

He is a Mafia but I never knew. When I first met him, he looks like every normal men and the best part of it was, he loves to read book.

It was an instant connection and attraction from the both of us but when I found out my real identity, it felt as if my whole world came crashing down.

How did I find out? Let me tell you how it all started.

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"No, no, no; you are doing it all wrong." My ballet instructor Gigi huffed. She walked over to me and adjusted my hands, "Keep your hands light but firm. You should be doing an arabesque. Au lieu de cela, Vous Vous debates comme un poulet."

(Instead, you thrash about like a chicken)

Gigi has been my ballet coach since the first minute I took an interest in it. Her dark hair is always pulled in a chignon at the base of her neck and she has sharp hazel eyes that can bore into your soul.

She used to be a dancer at the Paris Opera but a bad injury to her back ruined her career. Now she trains girls like me; a lot of people don't like her because she comes across as mean and bitter but she is just a perfectionist.

"Je suis desole, Gigi." I mumbled sheepishly, she hasn't reprimanded me like this in years and I feel bad for upsetting her.

(I'm sorry Gigi)

She sighed, "Come here," I dropped the pose and made my way over to her, "What's wrong? You are usually my star student; what happened to you today?"

"I'm just a bit out of it today, that's all."

"Well, I think you are done for today."

"But-,"

"Don't interrupt me, girl," she held up a finger, "Go take a shower and go home. If you practice like this then you will hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," she told me, "Just make sure that when you come back; you are at your best. Understood?"

"Yes, Gigi."

"Good, now go take a shower; you smell like a Parisian sewer."

I stifled my laugh and hurried over to the studio showers. An advantage of having a one-on-one class is that the showers are always empty and I can take my time.

I took a long hot shower and changed into leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. I don't have my blow dryer with me so I settled for towel drying my hair and pulling it up into a ponytail.

"Au revoir, Gigi," I called out.

(Goodbye)

"Au revoir mon étudiant vedette; prends soin de toi."

(Goodbye my star student; take care of yourself)

When Gigi first started teaching me she would speak nothing but French. I was so upset but she told me that if I was not willing to learn French then I should get out of her studio. A lot of people would say that is a mean thing to say to a five-year-old but it helped.

Now, I am proud to say that I am perfectly fluent. I stepped out of the studio and debated on going home now or finding somewhere to bide my time.

The latter won out and after putting my duffel bag in the car, I found myself at the door of Tina's Café. I found it when I was still in college and they make the best lattes and scones.

I paid for my coffee and scones but frowned when I couldn't find an empty seat. It's not uncommon for the café to be busy but I have never seen it this full. I was about to leave when I noticed an empty seat at the back.

I made my way over and slowed when I noticed a man sitting just opposite. It's no wonder people aren't sitting here, he has serious 'get away from me vibes'.

His hair is as black as night and I can't see his eyes because they are hidden in the pages of a book- a familiar book.

"Hi," I said softly, "Is this seat taken?"

He looked up and my breath hitched- he is beautiful. His face looks like it could have been sculpted from marble; with his sharp jawline and cheekbones and not to mention the intensity behind his dark eyes. It is almost like his eyes are searing into my skin.

"Not at all," his voice was like gravel and I forced myself to swallow as I took the seat opposite him.

"That's a nice book." I said not wanting him to ignore me for the book, "I read it a few months back."

He was holding a copy of 'The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene.

"I haven't gone so far in."

"It's heartbreaking but it's a good read," I told him, starting a conversation when I warned myself not to.

"So I heard," he stated, "Did you cry when you read it?"

I flushed pink at his words and nodded, "In my defense, I wasn't expecting the plot twist. You'll be surprised to see that you cry as well."

"I sincerely doubt that." He replied.

"Hmm. That's what some people said at first but ended up getting emotional," I replied, recalling how Steven, a friend of mine had lied about not getting emotional while reading the book until his younger sister Allison ratted him out and even showed a video she secretly took of him in that state.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly and my brow rose slightly.

"Emilia; but you can just call me Emily."

"Well Emily," he began, "I'm Alejandro and it's nice to meet you. Also, I'm not like other people," he replied.

At that moment, our eyes met for some seconds and I felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine.

I immediately looked away, "Are you Spanish?"

"Oui," he replied.

"I could guess that from your name," I told him with a smile on my face.

"And you? Emilia is an Italian name is it not?" He asked, sounding interested.

"I'm not Italian," I chuckled, "My mum is a fan of books and she named me after Emily Bronte."

"Is she the reason you started to read?"

"Yes; she would read me stories in bed and while other girls got makeup as gifts, I would get tons of books."

"Did you want makeup?" He asked and I gasped.

"Hell no," I laughed, "I love to read."

"I can tell. I also love to read books when I'm not being me," he replied and I curled my lips to the side, wondering what he meant by that but didn't ask more about the meaning of his statement.

"Well it is refreshing to find me in the company of a fellow reader," he remarked

"No offense; but if I didn't see you with that book then I would have never guessed that you love to read," I told him the truth and I wouldn't have spoken to him.

"Looks can be deceiving; remember that princess."

My cheeks flushed crimson at the nickname and he smirked at my reaction.

The book is his hand falling on the table and I stretched my hands to get it for him, an action I did without thinking and my hand grazed him just as I reached for the book and it felt like the most perfect thing ever. His fingers stroked small circles over the back of my palm and butterflies exploded in my belly.

"What's your favorite read of the year?" he asked, effectively snapping me out of my thoughts, "I might just be looking for something to read when I'm done with this one."

"That's a really hard question. I... would have... to think about it." I stuttered, trying to comfort myself.

"Well, you can always tell me when you figure it out." He dug into his pocket and took out his phone, "If I have your number then you can just text me."

Even though it was a bit difficult, I took his phone with my left hand and punched it with my digits. I'm not ready for him to let go of my hand yet.

"I'll shoot you a text so you can save my number."

"I'll be sure to do that."

We continued to converse. We spoke about the books we have read and it turns out most of them he has read, and I have read them too. I do not know for how long we have been talking but I could care less and I was enjoying speaking to him.

His phone buzzed and he let out a small curse.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." He said and disappointment filled me.

"It's okay; I should probably be heading home anyway," I replied.

"I wouldn't mind dropping you off at home."

"It's okay; my driver waits for me in front of the ballet studio." I cringed when I realized what I just said, "I sound like an entitled princess, don't I?"

"Not at all," he assured me as he led me to my feet, "Come; let's not keep your driver waiting."

I picked up my coffee that I did not end up drinking and my bag of scones and followed him out the door.

That was how our relationship began.

I checked my watch for what is probably the tenth time this morning. Alejandro and I agreed to meet up at a local bookstore and out of excitement I arrived half an hour early.

Al is my boyfriend and we've been dating for over two weeks now. I love to read books and the fact we connected so well with books made me joyfully elated. I connected with little people when it comes to books but with him, it felt so different, and talking about it makes me feel giddy.

I looked down at my outfit wondering if I overdressed. I'm wearing a beige-colored skirt with a cream long sleeved shirt tucked in, white sneakers and my hair is held back in a high ponytail with a beige ribbon. I went light on my makeup with mascara, winged eyeliner and bubblegum pink lipstick.

I heard the bell that signifies when someone walks into the shop and my head snapped up immediately but my heart plummeted when I realized it wasn't him. Maybe I should just look around the store; I could get a few new books. Something probably came up and he is running a bit late; that's all.

I sighed and made my way over to the romance section; I could use a few new romance reads to stomach my disappointment after today. I put two in my cart when I heard someone cough behind me.

I froze and muttered a silent prayer; please let it be him. I turned around slowly and saw Alejandro.

He was wearing a plain black tee that hugged his biceps and washed out jeans. His hair was messy as if he had run his hands through it a few times and he smelled like a fresh shower and cologne.

My lower belly clenched as I took in his delicious features. He looked a bit awkward standing in a quaint bookstore like this. It is obvious that he was made to stand out and not to fit in.

I didn't know how much it would have hurt if he ditched me until now. I can't help the relief flooding through my skin as well as something else I can't exactly pinpoint.

"Hi," I said softly, "You're here."

"I'm here," he said almost as if he couldn't believe it himself.

He came closer to me and kissed me on my lips.

"I didn't think you were going to show up."

"I didn't think so too."

My face fell at his admission. He wanted to ditch me. "You didn't have to come," I hate how small my voice sounds.

"That's not what I meant," he said, "A few things came up this morning; that's why I'm late."

He always has something to do. I don't want to sound like a demanding girlfriend but there are some things that he doesn't tell me and I really wish he does.

"It's alright; you don't have to explain yourself to me." He just grunted so I kept walking. "You should try this book; I've seen reviews about it on tiktok."

I held out two copies of The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata.

"I know it looks pretty thick but it's really nice." I told him, "Should I grab a copy for you."

He shrugged and I realized he probably isn't one for conversation so I just put it in my cart. He grabbed it and put it back on the shelf.

"You don't want to read it." I deduced. "That's okay."

I grabbed about three more books from the romance section before turning to him.

"So what genre do you think I should try?" I asked, "I'm looking to branch out in my reading preferences."

"Just read what you like." He replied.

"How about we do a little game," I offered, "I give you four books from my favorite genre and you give me four books from yours."

"You want me to read romance?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Well I'm probably going to be reading some action or horror book," I joked.

He looked at me with a foul expression and I laughed.

"It's a thriller with a bit of romance," he muttered.

"Are you serious?" I asked and he nodded, "And you made fun of me yesterday for reading thriller romance." He just gave me a bland look, "Alright then, let's get some thriller romances."

He put four books that I've never heard of in my cart and led me over to the counter. The cashier did a double take when she saw him and a part of me wanted to scratch her eyes out.

Since when am I violent? I am a peace loving individual.

When she was done bagging up the books I brought out my card to pay but Alejandro stopped me. He handed her the card and she swiped it quickly.

"You didn't have to do that," I said softly.

"What kind of boyfriend would it make me be if I let my girlfriend pay for her own books?" He questions.

I felt my stomach rumble with joy and a sweet feeling overtook my body. Every time he calls me his girlfriend, I cannot help but feel giddy. We've been dating for three weeks for crying out loud.

"I have enough books." His tone was curt and held no room for discussion.

"Well thank you," I smiled, "For the books; they'll probably last me a few weeks."

"You're welcome."

I looked around; it's still very early in the afternoon and I don't want to go home yet.

"Say, do you want to get something to eat?" I asked, "I'm starving after walking around for so long."

"Lunch isn't a bad idea."

"Great, I know this really good fast food joint just up the corner."

Al returned shortly with his car and I joined him inside.

He ignited the car and began to drive. I stared at the pedestrian on the road as he drove. We didn't say anything to one another.

"You want to listen to some music?" He asked and I nodded my head with a smile on my face.

"Leave it," I said to him when I heard stitches by Shawn Mendes playing and he seemed to want to change it.

"You don't like it?" I asked when I noticed that he wasn't vibing to the song.

"Of course. I don't listen to songs like this." He replied.

"Of course, you won't. You are a sucker for a sad ending." I remarked, recalling how he told me he loved it when a character dies and people go through pain.

He chuckled.

I increased the volume so I could sing along to the chorus.

"You watch me bleeding till I can't breathe. I'm shaking...."

I could tell he wasn't happy about it but he didn't say anything and I kept singing until the song ended. We reached our destination.

"You never told me what kind of music you listen to," I told him before removing my seatbelt.

"I love sad songs." He replied.

"Stay here." He said getting out of the car.

A smile formed on my face when he opened the door for me. "You do not have to do this. I am not a princess." I told him.

"You don't have to be a princess for me to treat you like one." He said.

His words sent shivers down my spine. The effect he has on me.

We entered the restaurant and he pulled back a seat for me to sit. "Thank you," I said.

He sat down shortly and called for the attendance of the waiter.

After taking our order, the waiter walked away to go get it for us. "I hope you enjoyed yourself today?" He asked.

"Yes. Thank you." I told him, grateful that he remembered that I wanted to go to the aquarium.

"Anything for you Emily." He said.

There was just something about the way he called my name that made me feel butterflies dancing in my stomach. My name sounded so different from his mouth each time he called it.

The waiter returned shortly with our order and we ate, discussing ourselves. It was more of me talking about myself while he listened.

"Thanks for today. I told him when he pulled up in front of the gate of my mansions.

"Thanks for coming out with me." He replied, holding my hand.

Our eyes locked that minute and we stared at each other. It felt as if we were the only ones present and nothing mattered.

"Goodnight Emily." He said, not letting go of my hands and I didn't want to let go too.

"Goodnight Al," I said, sounding out of breath.

We were still staring at one another. My eyes darted to his lips. They were inviting and tempting. I wanted to kiss him.

"Emily." He called and I raised my head to look at him.

"Huh?"

He came closer to me, he placed one of his hands on my waist and the other cupped my face and before I knew it, he placed his lips on mine.

The kiss was short and sweet and when he pulled back, I was out of breath. I felt my cheek flush.

"Have a good night." He said.

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT.

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Damn! I missed her so much. Without a second thought, I picked up my second phone from my bedside table and dialled her number.

"Hi, Alejandro." She said, her voice sweet like it was laced with honey. Plus, I love the way she always says my name. No one has ever swept me off my feet, just by calling my name. But she did so effortlessly.

"Emily, how are you doing?" I asked, rubbing my eyes lazily.

"Not so fine, Alejandro. Dad has travelled and he will be gone for two days. So, I'm home alone and it's very boring." She complained, oblivious to how cute and amusing her voice sounded.

"Watch a movie or something, then."

"Alejandro?" Her sweet voice called, soon after it was followed by utmost silence, with just her breath reverberating from the other end. Then, she asked. "Would you like to come over?"

Those last statements of hers brought me to my feet immediately. I would pay anything just to be with her and, here was the offer without a single price tag. I felt my stomach did this back-flip that was unexplainable. To crown it all, I was fucking smiling. Alejandro was smiling because a girl invited me over.

I think I needed to get my brain checked.

"I'll be right over, Emily." I said at last.

"Okay." She muttered beneath her breath. "Don't be late."

Without further ado, I hung up. Heading straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

Several minutes later, I was fully dressed, spraying my cologne all over my body to make it all complete. For one thing, there was no way I left my home without spraying my perfume, inhaling the sweet fragrance. It was a necessity. Infact, it was inevitable.

Walking out at once,with my car keys in one hand and my cellphone in the other, I closed the door softly behind me.

After visiting the florist, to get a bouquet for Emily. An hour later, I was standing in front of the main house door.

My gaze drifted to the exterior of the mansion. Although I had been here once or twice, today felt like my first. I had never taken a proper notice of Emily's house.

Her house didn't look much different from mine on the outside. Those bricks were laid one at a time, perhaps on a fine spring day. I let my eye wander the roughness and how each was so very straight. This house was made with love, that's for sure.

Suddenly, the door flung open, revealing a smiling Emily, who held out her hand to me.

"Hi" She said.

I held out the bouquet in my hand to her and she took it, grinning from ear to ear.

"Thank you." She placed a brief kiss on my forehead and looked away coyly. "Come on in."

The house was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were photographs of Emily's family, so obviously loved. The floor was an old fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer garden meeting a bold ingenious done piece of artwork. The banister was a twirl of a hand, tamed by the carpenter's hand. Its grain flowing like water might, in waves of comforting woodland hue. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art. Something that soothed right into the soul.

The dining table was to the right, and was situated in a turret of windows. Both rooms were a shade of yellow and I smiled. My house was white. Of course it was the parsonage. I could see a bar curving into the galley styled kitchen. The window shades were pulled up so the morning sun beamed into the room.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Emily said, gesturing at the whole living room.

"It's beautiful." I retorted, smiling as I stared at each and every single detail the interior portrayed.

"Let's go to my room." She said, pulling me with her and I made no effort to argue. Instead, I succumbed to every direction we took. Soon, we were in Emily's room.

My eyes hovered around her room as I walked in. Unlike other girls that preferred pink, Emily was different. Judging by the lilac coloured paint down to the beige furnitures, I could tell she was no fan. Her room wall was covered in beautiful and creative posters of ballet dancers and a single one of Chris brown.

I smiled again, impressed by the whole settings. Then my gaze drifted to the miniatures exquisite frame of she and her Dad on the dressing table. The resemblance was quite striking, I must say.

"You like Chris brown?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied, switching on the television. "You?"

"Well, I won't say he is my favorite but I'm not biased about him either."

"Please sit."

I looked around for where to sit, but the only option seemed to be her bed. At first, I didn't want to appear so forward by jumping on her bed, so I stood.

"Sit on the bed, Alejandro. It won't bite."

That was the permission I needed. Without further ado, I plopped on the bed, removing my leather jacket.

Netflix was boldly displayed on her to screen, I watched how she scrolled through each genre and collection of movies before she finally settled on one, titled 365 days.

Few minutes into the movie, and I was able to tell it belonged to the romantic genre. The chemistry between Laura and Massimo also had me on edge.

Seeing the characters were also italian like I was, pulled me deep into the movie and my attention was solely focused on them. Until, Emily asked me;

"What kind of foreplay do you like?"

I looked into her eyes, searching for the kind of answers she seeked but when I opened my mouth to respond, what came out was utterly rubbish that I, myself was also dumbfounded.

"BDSM ain't a bad idea. Would you like to be my puppet?"

Emily's eye widened at me.

I thought of all the scenario that could take place. She may slap me across the face, yelled at me for being so irreasonable or tell me how much she hated my guts. To my utmost dismay, she said nothing. Instead, she placed a light feathery kiss on my lips and pulled away.

That was when all hell broke loose.

Emily's POV

He pulled me tighter to him and crashed his lips on mine hungrily. The chemistry between us was undeniable as our lips moved in rhythm against the other. Gently, he raised one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist, without breaking the kiss.

This felt too good after a very long time.

I moaned, parting my lips slightly while he teased my mouth with his tongue. He tasted like mango and I couldn't get enough of it. I licked every corner of his mouth while his hand moved to cup my butt.

He squeezed my butt cheeks softly. Pulled away from the kiss and trailed his lips down to the fabric covering my breast. Slowly, I released another moan.

"Kiss me right there, Alejandro." I muttered underneath ragged breath. "I'm all yours."

Then he paused, smirking as I shot him a confused look.

"Why did you stop, Alejandro?"

"Are you sure about this, Emily?"

I nodded, avoiding his eyes out of shyness and my cheeks turned crimson red.

With a swift manoeuvre, he placed me on top of him and settled between my legs. And with a lot of burning desires, our lips collided again. While, he massaged my ass and let his hand travel to my boobs. I let out a shaky moan and Alejandro smiled.

He knew what he was doing to me, seeing the amusement in his eyes as I responded to each and every one of his touch.

Yanking off the cotton fabric, revealing my round tits adorned with a pink nipple.

Alejandro murmured. "You're beautiful, Emily." And I blushed again, feeling all giddy inside.

He lowered his head and teased my nipples, licking, teasing, tasting and sucking.

"Alejandro." I moaned his name out loud.

"Yes?" He replied, with my nipples still in his mouth.

"Don't stop."

He increased his pace and squeezed a small part of my thigh softly. I immediately felt wet as he closed the little distance between us. We resumed kissing, it was passionate and hot, full of wants, needs and desires.

Shit! This should last forever.

Moving from my breasts, he placed soft feathery kisses on my skin all the way down to my belly button. I must confess, this wasn't the first time I had sex. But Alejandro made it feel afresh and he was just on foreplay.

I parted my legs further for him. He slowly removed my panties, his gaze watching my reaction like a hawk. Tossing my panties on the floor, his mouth replaced my opening. I felt his tongue teased my clit and it felt like heaven.

"Oh Alejandro!" I moaned.

His tongue thrust deeper and deeper, with each stroke leaving me in desperate need for more. Damn, I have never felt so alive. Slowly, I arched high and I felt myself released.

I watched Alejandro licked my juice from every corner of his mouth and smiled. He proceeded to remove his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Soon after, his pants followed.

I gasped at the sight of his cock. They were huge and ready, waiting to penetrate my already wet hole. Alejandro pulled out a wrapper from the back of his trouser pocket and slid it on his manhood.

With a ragged breath, he thrusted into me. The feeling was so surreal and our body moved in rhythm against one another.

"Emily!" I heard him moan out my name.