Bittersweet

The Unexpected

Luciano Salvatore’s POV

I knew the second I laid eyes on her, a hint of defiance twinkled in her eyes, it was intriguing. Before long the words flew from my lips, " La voglio. Quanto?” (I want her. How much?) I regretted them, she wasn’t an object but stability to the Italian Mafia, a distraction if you will. A new target. Well, that’s how I looked at it. Any woman associated with me will ultimately end up getting hurt in the end. That’s why she was so important, she was fierce, she tried to hide the fire behind her eyes but I saw through her.

My point was soon proven when she threw herself onto my back the moment I walked into the shitty room, a rotted toilet in the corner, with a showerhead attached to the wall. This room was filthy. I flipped her over my shoulder onto the mattress that lied in the corner of the room, “ That wasn’t very nice, la puttana. “ ( b***h ) I said sharply with slight amusement.

“ Stammi lontano!” ( Stay away from me!) She hissed toward me, I stepped back slightly surprised she could speak Italian, this would make things easier. If I wasn’t paying attention I’d say there wasn’t an ounce of fear, but I was. As I watched her, I stepped forward and grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and pushed her back against the wall. Her eyes flickered to my lips and I smirked, leaning into her, I pressed my lips softly against hers when she kissed back it was shocking but it was all clear the moment her teeth clenched down on my bottom lip, I groaned as I yanked my lip from her grip, blood-stained my bottom lip as it dripped onto my chin. I grabbed my handkerchief and dabbed it across the blood, wiping it clean, “ Fetish puttana... mi piace.” ( Fiesty bitch... l like it ) I chuckled sinisterly.

“ Vaffanculo, feccia italiana.” ( f**k you, Italian scum. ) She spat angrily, I rolled my eyes at her when two of my men walked into the room with a silk robe, he motioned him where to throw it too and it just happened to hit her in the face, she groaned loudly and held the fabric to her body covering herself, “ Put it on.” I ordered, mostly because if she didn’t I might rip that Lingerie off.

After a while of my eyes traveling down her body, she finally and quickly put it around, tying the string around her body tightly. I motioned my men to grab her and follow. “ Put me down, Shrek!” She screeched loudly once we made it into the alleyway, Nicolo, my second in command tossed her in the backseat causing another chuckle to escape me. I climbed in beside her to make sure she behaved.

When we arrived at the warehouse and I climbed out of the back seat skillfully while my men struggled to grab her.

After what seemed like hours of them struggling, I climbed into the back seat and grabbed her legs, and pulled her out of the car, tossing her up and over my shoulder. Her squirming only made it more difficult to hold her, tightening my grip around her she slowly stopped squirming, “Brava ragazza.” ( Good girl.)

My hands grasped around her thin, toned legs, if she wasn’t so disobedient he would have probably seduced her by now but that was the problem...She wasn’t like other women he had purchased, 1. She would NOT be used like a w***e. 2. She was strong and fierce, her strength never wavered, that’s what made her unique, especially in the eyes of Luciano Salvatore, the head of the Italian Mafia.