Mobsters Desire

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Elena's pov

"What do you mean he's dead?!" Sobbing out I clung onto the blanket for my dear life, hoping it would keep me together but it didn't. My heart was shattered- my life was shattered. I felt broken, useless, abonded by the man that helped through it. Teaching me to be me but I can't be me without him, I cant be me anymore....

I brought my hands up to my face, covering myself as tears poured down my face. I can't do this without him, I needed him with me. I can't let go of the fact that the man I grew to love slipped through my fingers just like that.

I smile sadly, feeling my eyes began to water as I remember the fond memories I had with him. It wasn't much but it was something I still had- something that I was holding onto for my dear life. If feels like just yesterday I was told he passed away but in reality it was almost two years ago. I will never be able to accept that he is, I should try to stop the hole that was left behind in my heart but I can't. Turning my head to the side I sadly smile at my son, Luciano L. Vertoly. 

During my pregnancy I stayed in germany with Nicolo as we waited out the war back in Italy. The Vertoly familia managed to dismember and kill the Russo's, that included Serena. After his death they managed to end it within seven months , avenging his death. We left everything behind in germany to go back to our home. The city was a complete mess along with half of the country. 

The moment I stepped in Italy I knew I didn't belong here, instead of paying my respects to everyone I booked it, leaving everything learned along everyone I met.

I went back home to New York where my family was, sadly when I managed to get back my father found out what happen over there and who I was getting married to so he refused to see me, especially when I showed up with a swollen belly. I was left homeless for a month, working as a waitress in another dinner earning more money and better hours. It was a good place that tipped well, maybe because they felt pity that a pregnant woman was working. When I managed to get another bank I thought there was a mistake that a million was set in my new account. If Luciano was alive I would have assumed it was him but I wasn't sure, I was told that an annoymens billionaire has been donating money to pregnant women, whether they were new to it or not.

I was beyond thankful for the amount of money I received and with that I managed to get an apartment and some decent furniture. Within a few months I gave birth to my son all alone with no one there to support me. I didn't know what I was having till I gave birth so I didn't have a name. The moment I saw him I began to cry as memories flew in my head. He looked exactly like his father, because of that I named him Luciano, I wasn't married to him but I wanted him to have his last name as well with the L in the middle name, for Lioni- my last name.

Picking him up I sat him on my lap as I observed him messing with a small ball, trying to figure it out. I wish they could accept you. Even though my parents don't want to see me my sister does. We met a couple months back so she could meet her nephew and she fell in love with him, commenting that he really did look like that mean guy. I at least knew she accepted him into our family.

During this time I never went back to Italy, I wanted to visit his grave and pay him respect but I could never, I didn't have the guts to do it. I don't know what's happening over there anymore, I'm out of the circle.

"Ti vestiamo bene." Translation: Let's get you dressed up. Seeing his tiny mouth form into smile I sadly smile at him. Wrapping him around me I sit up, letting the ball fall down the floor. 

Today was my sisters sweet sixteen birthday party. Even though my parents don't want to see me she wanted me to come, it was her party so she was allowed to invited whoever she wanted along with our parents.

Once I got him cleaned up and dressed up I set him in his crib with his plushy as I went to my closet. Once I delivered my boy I lost most of my fat on my stomach and back, going down to my waist, ass, and thighs. The old clothing I had didn't fit me which made me go out thrifting. I found what I could and made it work.

Looking through the small selection of dresses, two being it, I ended up choosing a light gray midi dress. What sucked about dresses is that the only strapless bra I had didn't fit me anymore due to my breasts increasing in size due to breastfeeding. I had not choice but to go braless, to save myself from any mishaps I grabbed some special pads for my breast just incase anything wanted to leak out.

I didn't care about makeup nore my hair too much since it looked presentable. Concealer with mascara and natural waves was alright for me. Grabbing my emergency bag for Luciano and him, along with his stuffy I left the apartment, ready to catch a cab to head over there.

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As the cab driver left I stood there with Luciano on my hip as stared in amazement at the building my parents rented out for my sister. It was pretty far from the city since it was out where there's massive land and houses out here. They rented out a massive cabin where at night they could stay while the party happened outside at the back. The sun was setting down, making the sky go dark. As it got darker you could see the outside lights lighting up the way to the back. Carefully stepping on the floor we walk to the back. Music and people talking could be heard from afar.

Stepping into view I noticed my sister talking to her friends while my parents were sitting at a big table with their friends.

"ELENA!" Turning my head I noticed my little sister running towards me as she spotted me. Getting closer to me she slowed down and opened her arms, carefully wrapping them around me as she tried not to hit Luciano. "Thankyouforcoming!" She rushes out making me giggle.

Letting go of me she takes my son out of my arms and runs away with him, most likely wanting to show him to her friends. 

Looking around the party I realized there was a young man approaching me, making me wonder if I even knew him.

"I noticed you standing here by yourself, I was wondering if I could join you." He asked, making me raise an eyebrow at him.

"You want to join in with me just standing?"

"Yeah pretty much." He lets out a chuckle as he shoves his hands into his pockets. 

"I don't know anyone here except my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lion, and Angelina." Softly speaking out my sisters name I took note that he kept staring at her from afar. The look he had in his eyes was familiare and I knew what was going on.

As I looked at my sister handling my son I stated, "You like her don't you?" He stayed quiet as he continued to look at her. I smile to myself, I knew the feeling. I remember looking at him, admiring him from afar. Denying the feelings I felt towards him. I would get nervous, stutter all the time. Even after I accepted the feeling I had towards him I would still get nervous and stutter no matter what.

I told him "Talk to her," as I called my sister out. Walking over to us she hands me back Luciano, giving me a look. I just smiled at her, telling her I needed to feed him. Without wasting any time I booked it, leaving them alone. 

As I was making my way towards the house I noticed my mother and father blocking the door leadinting inside the place. I stop in my tracks, adjusting my son as I watched them come closer to me.

"Vattene ora." Translation: Leave now.

"Perché, a causa sua?" Translation: Why, because of him? I defended myself as I stated the obvious. Why don't they like me? I had a mobsters child. I was almost married to a mobster. They left Italy because of the war, the mobsters, they left to give us a better life. They were trying to prevent any of that but little do they know a mobster showed me what I missed out, he was giving me a better life. I wish they could understand that because I was given a blessing that changed my world.

They didn't dare respond, they ignored me as they avoided eye contact with their grandchild.

"Non preoccuparti, me ne vado, sono venuta qui per Angelina perché è l'unica che lo accetta." Translation: Don't worry i'm leaving, I came here for Angelina because she's the only one that accepts this. Felling my eyes get watery I look down, I need to go now. As I passed them I whispered out, "I wish you would understand." I hope one day they could understand and accept my life- our little life.

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"Thank you," I murmurd out as I shut the cab door. Blowing out a breath I felt my body shake as a single tear escaped from my eye, running down and landing on Luciano's head. "Sorry." Wiping it away I look up at the sky, seeing the beautiful stars shining over us I smile at them, I loved seeing them, maybe it reminded me of Italy or maybe because I rarely see them here.

Walking inside the building I carefully walk up stairs as Luciano was dozing off, it was barely ten o'clock, little man doesn't fall asleep until one in the morning, I guess it was good night for the both of us to get some sleep. Reaching to the fourth floor I tried reaching for my keys, immediately stopping as I noticed the door was slightly ajar... I locked it before I left- Oh god I hope nothing was stolen!

Pushing the door open it squeaked, exposing the dark apartment. I should call the cops to make sure no one was in here but most likely they wouldn't be here in thirty minutes since this isn't 'important' business to them right now. 

Carefully walking into the apartment I didn't dare close the door, just incase if there was someone in here I could book it. Taking small steps I entered the main room/kitchen, nothing seemed to be out of place nor stolen.

As I stood in the hallway, my back facing the door I hear it close rather gently, causing me to freeze as I felt paralyzed from fear... The door was closed and behind the door was a small corner that possibly could hide a person behind it if the door was completely open...

"P-Please don't hurt us, I-I have money." I stuttered out as I tired not to shake to wake the baby up. 

"It's on top o-of the fridge."

I began to hear the man's footsteps coming towards me, making me scared, I should have come in here I should have just called my coworker to let me crash for tonight....

As I heard him closer I began to freak out more, "If you want to h-hurt someone hurt m-me, leave my son alone." Hearing the man stop in his track I squeezed my eyes closed as I brought my head down to my son, shielding him as I tried to find comfort from him.

I open my eyes to see the room light up, no more darkness... Don't tell me this person enjoys watching their victim being beating in light.

"Tesoro..."

I was already frozen but it felt like my heart just stopped, hearing the tone and accent from this man... He sounds like Luciano, my Luciano. I can either assume it is or I can take a look to see who's playing these games. Lifting my head up I blow a shaky breath, building up the curange I slowly turn myself around. My eyes go wide as I felt my heart skip another beat. My blood felt like it drained as I went cold, chills surround my body as I stared at him. How could it be? 

I stood there in shock to see my dead fiance very much alive, standing right infront of me. I wanted to faint, I felt like this wasn't real but I had to keep it up, I didn't want to hurt the baby by falling on top of him.

"I-I-" I count speak I didn't know what to do so what was the next logical thing to do? Run to my bedroom were the crib was, I felt like fainting but before I could do anything I had to make sure my son would be okay in a safe environment. Setting him I place both of my hand on the crib, holding on tightly as I looked down on the floor, blowing in and out as I tried to calm myself.. What am I doing, this won't calm me down my fiance is supposedly alive not dead!

Trying to get myself together I stood up and walked out the bedroom, making sure to close the door so we wouldn't wake him up. Taking a seat I watched him enter the main area, looking at me. He looked different, he was wearing black jeans with a tight long sleeve navy shirt. He seemed more buff and his hair looked a little longer.

Almost two years and now he shows up alive? He lead me- everyone led me to believe he was dead. I mourned him till this day. The day he died was the day I died inside. I lost my heart and myself to his death. Everyone lied to me about this. I felt anger, all sorts of emotions pouring down at me. Tears running down my cheek as He continued to look at me, I could tell he seemed guilty, extremely sad and I could barely look at him. I hung my face down as I might my hands to cover my face as I uncontrollably sobbed out. I was extremely happy that he was actually alive but I was also extremely angry that I was lead to believe for a year and a half that he was dead.

"Come osi farmi questo!" Translation: How dare you do this to me! I brought my face up to look at him through my glossy eyes. He stepped closer to me, with one knee he kneeled down and dance me, giving some space as I continued to cry out. I wanted to leap out and hug him and cry myself to sleep but at the same time I wanted to slap him...

I shoved my anger down as I began to realize that even though I was told he was dead he was alive. I cried every single day because I missed him but this is a blessing that any person would enjoy to see from a dead spouse, family member or friend. Leaping out of my seat I open my arms, crashing onto him and wrapping my arms around him as I cause him to lose balance and fall onto the ground rather hard.

"Sei vivo. Vivo!" Translation: You're alive. Alive! As we both laid on the floor he smiles at me, his hand going up to my face, caressing my cheek softly. I felt blessed to feel his touch again, feeling his caresses I missed. I didn't care I was crying and looked terrible I was enjoying the moment. I smashed my lips against his, I was hungry for a kiss that I craved for all this long. I missed him terribly... I loved him.

As we hungry kissed he wrapped his arms around me as he sat himself up, taking my legs and wrapping them around him as we both kissed after a year. I was hungry for his touch, his caresses, just him.

This was the weirdest time to feel this was I wanted him badly right now. 

"Mi dispiace tesoro io-" Translation: I'm sorry darling I- I cut him by shushing him. Grabbing the end of my dress I lifted it up and over my body, throwing it away from us.

"I missed you so much." I breathed out, placing my hands on either side of his cheeks as I made eye contact with him. I was vulnerable, naked in front of him but I didn't care. His eyes wander down my body, feeling his hand move from me I wince a bit as he takes off my n****e pad off... I forgot about that.

I felt myself blushing but the smile on his face made me feel better. Lips grazed against mine, teasing me in a way but this time I had no time with the playful side of his, I knew what I wanted. I pushed us to the floor again as I smashed my lips against his, hungrily make out of with him as I straddled him, I finally had him back for real, this wasn't a dream. I had him back.

"Ti amo Elena." Translation: I love you Elena. He tells me in between our makeout session. 

I smiled at him, "Ti amo anch'io." Translation: I love you too.