"Ok, that hurts," I wince when Vincenzo presses the cotton ball against my cheek. The small cut stings as he presses the cotton ball all is over it.

He's being so dramatic because the cuts are so small. I don't need medical attention like a crash victim.

I slap his hand away from my face and get up from his bed. "I'm fine," I grumble while trying to walk away but he grabs my wrist.

Vincenzo forces me back down on his bed and scoots closer to me, trapping me between his long legs. "Neonata, stop being stubborn," he says while pressing the cotton ball to my cheek again.

I decide to be obedient for once and sit there, letting him tend to my mild injury.

It's really just a small cut and he is acting like it's a gunshot wound. He places a bandaid on my cheek and smiles at me. "That wasn't so hard," he says while getting up.

I jump up from the bed and run to the mirror near the bedroom door. A smile spreads across my face as I keep looking at my reflection. "Lorenzo!" I scream as loud as I can.

It only takes a few seconds before he comes running into the room. "What's wrong?" He asks, his eyes filled with panic.

"Twinsies!" I shout while pointing to the new bandaid on his cheek. I don't know ehere it came from but something happened that it cut into his cheek.

He sighs and shakes his head. "I thought you were hurt," he says.

"Sorry," I apologise and he tells me it's ok. He walks out of the room and leaves me with Vincenzo who is watching me like some creep.

I put my hand on my hip and tilt my head to the side. "What?" I laugh and he shakes his head, stepping closer to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and drags me closer to his body.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

"Nope," I pop the 'p' and he chuckles.

"Well I'm saying it now," he says in a serious tone.

I smile up at him and he smiles down at me, lowering his head a bit. I stand on my tippy toes to get closer to his plump lips. We gently kiss each other and I try to pull away a second later, but he leans in even closer to my lips.

The kiss grows more hungry and sloppy. He drags his tongue over my bottom lip and I open up, letting him explore my mouth as much as he wants.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to intensify the kiss.

Our to tongues fight for dominance but he quickly wins that fight and bites down on my bottom lip. I gasp at his sudden motion which makes him smirk against my lips.

He places a small kiss on my upper lip then the same on my bottom lip before fully kissing me again. His arms around me tighten and slightly pulls me up, my feet almost lifting off the ground.

I moan into the kiss and this only fuels him even more. His arms unwrap from my waist and move down to my thighs. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips, not breaking the intense kiss for a second.

He walks to his bed and gets on it, leaning forward until my back presses against the soft covers. I cup his face between my hands and in sucks in sharply through his nose.

He breaks the kiss and moves his lips down to my neck. He leaves a trail of small kisses up my neck. He lips move to where my jaw and neck meet and he sucks, hard, on the patch of skin.

A moan makes it's way last my lips and he smiles against my skin. "Found your sweet spot," he whispers into my skin and I smile. He adds suction to my skin again and I uncontrollably moan, begging for more of this.

My right hand finds its way to his black curls and I tug on his hair a bit. He groans against my neck and I do it again just a little harder than last time. "Amore," he moans into my skin.

My eyes flutter shut when sucks on my skin even harder. His hand snakes up u to my shirt, resting on my waist.

He pulls back from neck and looks down at me with lustful eyes. His lips are a bit swollen all of the kissing and I just want to pull him back down and kiss him all over again.

His hand hesitantly lifts the side of my shirt and I stay absolutely still, waiting to see what he's going to do. He lifts my shirt all the way to my collarbone and smirks down at me.

He leans back down and leaves a sloppy trial of sultry kisses across my collarbone. His teeth suddenly sink into the top of my breast and I suck in sharply. He adds a bit of suction and runs his tongue across my skin.

"Enzo..." his name rolls down my tongue in such a foreign way but I don't mind doing it again.

I grip on his hair even harder and he groans against my chest. My soft moans bounce off the walls of his bedroom andu body begs for more.

"Oh, am I disturbing something?" My eyes snap to the open door, internally slapping myself that we left the door open like that.

Despite someone being at the door, Vincenzo does not stop sucking on my skin. His tongue rolls against my skin which causes an involuntary moan to slip past my lips.

I bite my lip to keep any more sounds from escaping. I tug at his hair to pull his head away but he does not budge.

"Oh, you two can get back to making my grandkids," Aurora says while leaning over and grabbing the door handle.

Vincenzo smirks against my skin while his mother slowly closes the door. "Aurora! It's not what you thi–" the door closes and I keep quiet.

"Amore," Vincenzo says while lifting his head. "Don't you want to make kids with me?" He asks with a pouted lip.

My face heats up and I look away from him. He chuckles while getting off me and the bed. I sit up straight and fix my shirt, a bit out of breath.

Vincenzo pulls the side of his basketball shorts and my eyes dart down. I swallow hard when I see a slight buldge forming on his left thigh.

I clear my throat and get up from his bed. "We should join everyone else," I say and he slowly nods, a bit amused by how flustered I'm getting.

I storm out of his bedroom with him quietly following me, probably smirking at the fact that I just ran away from him.

We walk into the kitchen and everyone stops talking at the exact same time. It kind of creeps.me out but I choose to not show it.

"Hi," I awkwardly say with an even more awkward wave and they all say their own hellos.

A man I've never seen steps around the island and holds his hand out to me. I hold his hand and he firmly shakes mine, and I do the same. "I'm Luigi Martinelli," he introduces and I snort.

"Like Mario and Luigi?" I giggle, but from the stone look in his face, he doesn't find it funny.

"Excuse me? You better le–"

"Uncle," Vincenzo cuts off the man with an intense glare. His uncle let's go of my hand and turns around. He goes back to where he was standing and folds his arms over his chest while glaring at me.

"So where is your wife?" Luigi asks with a mild scoff and my brows furrow.

"She's right here," Vincenzo says while wrapping an arm around my waist. "And she's not my wife," he adds in a slight pained tone, which makes me feel horrible.

"If she's not your wife then what's her purpose?" His uncle scoffs and my jaw drops.

I make one bad joke and this is what I get?

"Purpose? Uncle, you should really watch the way you speak of her," Vincenzo grits, his hold around my waist tightening a little.

"Oh come on ragazzo, the only reason you need a wife is to produce an heir. Nothing else. That's her only purpose," Luigi spits like I'm not standing right in front of him. [boy]

He talking about me like I'm some object which I definitely am not. I'm not going to stand here and let him talk of me like this.

I try to walk away, but Vincenzo tightens his hold on me. "She's not wife material. She was about to leave without even asking. No manners," he spits while intensely glaring at me.

Vincenzo goes to defend me again, but the hard smack Loredana serves Luigi makes Vincenzo keep quiet. "That's my nuora," she grits which puts a small smile on my face. [daughter in law]

"Tu cagna! Sai–" Riccardo quickly presses his gun against the back of Luigi's head and turns off the safety, making the old man swallow his words.

"Don't forget that I'm not related to you, so I can kill you right here, right now," Riccardo says in a low tone.

Lorenzo pulls a gun out of nowhere and presses it to Luigi's forehead. "You do not speak of nostra madre e sorellina just as you please," he says while turning the safety in his gun off. [our mother and little sister]

"Vincenzo?" His uncle tries to call for his help, but he just laughs.

"You brought this upon yourself uncle," he scoffs while folding his arm. "I would care less if they blew your brains out," he says in a cold tone.

"Someone finally said it," Matteo stresses in a frustrated tone while lifting his gun towards his uncle's head.

The face of Luigi is swallowed by fear and all Vincenzo can do is smile at his fear. I see what they mean when they say this family is merciless and ruthless.

Vincenzo won't even hesitate to let his brothers kill his uncle, that's how much he doesn't care for this man.

He doesn't care that they are related by blood, he doesn't mind being the reason why he ends up six feet under.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting this man dead for," Matteo grits while tapping the side of his uncle's head with the tip of his gun.

His uncle's eyes widen when all three men place their fingers on the triggers of their guns. "Be sure not to get blood on my pots," Vincenzo laughs sinfully while pulling me out of the kitchen.

"You aren't really going to kill him, right?"

"No," he answers and at that moment I heard a loud thud. My eyes widen and I quickly walk back into the kitchen to see Luigi on the floor.

"I'll just banish him from the family and the mafia," Vincenzo says in a cold tone. He looks down at his uncle with no emotion.

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Uncle Luigi just came out here picking violence bro...

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