THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

Here I was on the Violenta private jet, sitting next to Sin’s empty seat. I took a deep breath. The air hostess had come to ask if I needed anything. I smiled thankfully at her before responding.

“I would like a glass of orange juice and some diced fruit.”

After the meal, I fell asleep and was woken up by Sin’s lips on my neck. I tried pushing him away to get more sleep.

Why exactly was he trying to bring me out of my beauty rest!.

He should let me sleep some more.

“Nikolai, no”. I said this as I continued to sleep.

“Come on, amore,” he says, nuzzling my neck. “You need to wake up; we are here already.”

I slowly opened my eyes, yawning and stretching my body a little bit. “Are we in Italy?”

He chuckled, handing me a scarf and a shade. “Sei cosi adorabile, amore mio.”

I looked at the scarf and shade puzzle, then looked back at him. He took it from me, wrapping the scarf around my neck to cover my face and putting the sunglasses on me.

He took my hands in his, and we raised ourselves from our seats, walking out of the plane with Zoey, Luca, Samantha, Jason, and some of Sin’s men trailing behind. Mateo included.

There were paparazzi around the premises. I guess Zoey was telling the truth; Sin’s family must be really influential. Cameras kept going off as reporters swamped the place, trying to get to Sin. They were all stopped by Sin’s men.

I watched in awe; this was the true Nikolai Violante, the powerful king of Italy, but what I couldn’t understand was the reason for his anger. Were we still in danger here in Italy? He kept on shouting at someone on his phone in Italian; some of the words I understood because Zoey was teaching me the language, but there are words I still find difficult to say or understand.

I sat there in the car, waiting for Sin, as he continued to speak on the phone. It’s been up to an hour, and I wasn’t alone in the car since the driver’s and passenger’s seats at the front were occupied by two of Sin’s men.

I wanted to ask what was going on, but Sin entered the car after his long call. “Are you okay? What happened?”

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He looked at me, swearing in Italian. “Come here, Mani.”

He looked dangerous, but I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me, so I complied with his demand and went closer to him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up into his lap, his head resting against my neck.

“You always manage to calm me down.” Placing my hands at the back of his head, I moved my hand teasingly, playing with a strain of his hair.

“I am glad I can help calm you down.”

He kissed my shoulder before whispering into my ear. “I know something we could do that can help calm me down even more.”

A blush crept up my face, and I softly hit his shoulder, saying, “Not here, Nikolai.”

He growled and kissed my neck, inhaling my scent, saying, “If I wanted to fuck you here, I can, and no one will stop me.”

I clenched my thighs together as an image crossed my mind. God! I must be really sick if I am getting turned on by the idea.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want anyone looking at what is mine or hearing your sweet moan.”

“So where are we staying?” I wanted to know if we would be staying at a hotel or at his family’s house.

“My place is soundproof,” he smirked devilishly, enjoying the way my face blushed at his crude words.

I let out a chuckle, swatting his chest hard. “Can you quit thinking about sex for one second?”

“I can’t when I’m with you, especially if you keep on moving your pretty ass like that.” At his words, I sat still. I was trying my best not to move, and he laughed at this.

“Will your family be there?” I asked because I wasn’t sure if I was ready to meet any of his family yet, even more so if I looked like I just came out of a wormhole. I needed to freshen up and look presentable before seeing anyone in his family. First impressions matter.

“No, you won’t meet them today.” He responded, and I let out a relieved breath.

“When will I get to meet them?” I wanted to know so that I could prepare and try to get rid of any nerves, even though I doubt it will work.

“Tomorrow, we will be going over for dinner,” Sin said.

“Okay, I can do that.” Sin pecked my lips, and his hand raised to cup my cheek.

“It’s going to be okay; I am sure my family will love you.”

“really…”

“Yes, I am, and you can worry about that tomorrow. Right?”

“Right,” I answered, looking out the window and being amazed by the view. “Where are we going?”

He kept on stroking my hair, saying, “Venice, it’s about a two-hour ride, so you can rest.”

I tried moving away from his lap to sit back on the car seat, but he used his hands to hold me down by my waist. “Where do you think you are going?”

“It’s a two-hour drive, Nikolai; you’re not seriously planning on carrying me in your lap during this journey,” I said, trying to get up, but he held me down.

“Do you see me complaining?” Sin asked, and I shook my head in response.

” but…”

“No, but… go to sleep. I will wake you up when we get there.” He cooed, patting my back like a baby, and I let out a yawn, resting my head on his chest, and drifted off to sleep.