My Brothers Mafia Friends, My Bullies.

Claimed

Vittoria

I was sore. Everytime I was with Dante I felt like I was losing my vir*inity all over again. And it was nothing like it was with Ray. I actually enjoyed myself. Felt incredible. And most of all finished. Not to mention Dante could probably last forever if I let him.

I watched from the table as Mia shoved handfuls of bananas in her mouth. Well mostly in her mouth. She seemed so much happier away from her dad. Which was really fu*king sad.

Like always, I felt Dante behind me. I never had to see him. Just his presence was demanding.

“Morning princesses.”

“Te! Up!”

We both froze. Did she just say Te? Like as in Dante? Holy sh*t.

I turned to look at him and he was just as shocked.

“Did she just say my fu*king name?”

“Language!”

“Sorry. Jesus. I don’t know what to say. Princess you are the first person to make me speechless.”

Without another word he lifted her from her high chair, banana mush and all. I got up and headed to get a washcloth, and when I turned around my ovaries practically burst. Like she usually did she had her head nestled under his chin, gripping his beard. He was rocking her gently, rubbing her back.

Part of me wanted to cry. Emotions rushed through me at the sight. Not even her father showed her this kind of tenderness. He never held her. And if she had the audacity to get him messy, I paid for it later.

I cleaned up her face the best I could. I felt his eyes burning into me as I dabbed his shirt attempting to get as much of her breakfast off of him as I could. When I looked up, my breath was instantly sucked from my lungs. His eyes searched my face. For what? I had no idea.

I cleared my throat and walked back to the sink, busying my hands as much as I could and pushing these stupid feelings down.

“Princess, I think Mia needs some playtime and me and you need to chat.”

Fu*k. I was trying to avoid this. I wasn’t sure what he was going to want to talk about but when Dante Antinori wanted to “chat” it was serious.

“Ya, ok. We can just put her in her playpen. She’s obsessed with the blocks. If she lets go of your beard that is.”

He smirked. “I’d say she likes my beard more than those blocks.”

I sat on the couch across from where he sat.

“What princess? Don’t want to sit on my lap?”

I rolled my eyes. “Har har. Now, what’s so important Dante? I don’t think we’ve ever had a one on one before.”

“We’ve had a few, two to be exact. Both ended with you screaming my name.”

My face reddened, I could feel it.

This was going to be quite the conversation.

Dante

I loved making her squirm. Poor innocent Tori never got properly fu*ked until me. And making her blush was the highlight of my morning.

After of course Mia saying my name. Or trying to. That was the highlight of my life.

“I need to talk about us princess.”

I practically saw the panic in her eyes. I wasn't trying to scare her off, but she needed to know what being mine meant. And it was a he*l of a lot more than what her piece of sh*t ex thought of her.

“I don’t understand Dante. I’m just another conquest, no? Once you tire of me you’ll move on. That’s what you’re known for. Although I’m surprised you’ve fu*ked me twice. If I remember right, you kick us out of your life after one time.”

She was right, with any other woman. But her? Absolutely not. I didn’t want another woman ever again. And the thought of it made my blood boil.

Before I could think I was on my feet and stalking towards her, gripping her chin. Not enough to hurt but enough to get her attention.

“I’ll never kick you out of my life, princess. I’ll tie you down if I have to. So now here’s my point. I’m not done with you. Physically or otherwise. When I say you’re mine I mean it. You and Mia. I don’t catch feelings princess. Or at least didn’t think I did until you two. So when your brother comes back I’m claiming you.”

She was too stunned to speak, understandably so. Ten years ago I was making her life he*l. Now the thought of life without them made my life he*l.

“Dante I’m not even divorced yet. How can I get into another relationship when I’m technically still married.”

Just the idea of her being married to that a*shole made me want to hit something. He never deserved them. Mia should have been mine to begin with.

“Well princess, maybe technically. But he’ll be d*ad and missing as soon as I get my hands on him.”

“Look I know how the rules work in this family. And I know it’s not arguable. But he is Mia’s father. Regardless of how I feel.”

“Oh ya? Let me ask you Tori. When you were giving birth did he support you? Did he wake up at night and feed her, soothe her? Did he help you with the chores? Or did you do all that sh*t on your own while he beat the sh*t out of you? Tell me princess what kind of father was he? It’s been only a few weeks and already she latches onto me like a spider monkey. Clearly you both were deprived of any kind of affection so don’t give me that he’s her father bulls*it. He didn’t give a fu*k about either of you.”

I nailed it because instantly her eyes watered. I didn’t like seeing her cry but she had to hear the truth. And it was the truth. He wanted a trophy wife. And what people thought was the happy little family. Meanwhile she had been suffering in silence for ten years. Plus I had no doubt he was out cheating on her while she was taking care of Mia.

What an id*ot. If he had shown her an ounce of affection, he’d realize what a bombshell she is. How amazing she is to fu*k. How sweet she is. How wonderful of a mother she is. But he lost out and was never getting her back.

Silence enveloped the room aside from her small sniffles.

“Ok Dante. But I swear to God if you hurt me or Mia, I’ll let my brother take care of you.”

I shrugged. “I’m not worried. He’s going to want to put a bul*let in my head when he gets home anyways and finds out I’ve been fu*king his little sister.”

“Oh God please don’t lead with that.”

“Alright. Onto my second topic. I know what happened between you and Otello. And I know he wants to fu*k you badly. Probably like me wants more than that. I’m willing to share you if you want to. I’m not stupid princess I see how you two look at each other. But, my rule is that you are mine. I claim you.”

Her jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious Dante. I’m not a wh*ar. “

“Never said you were. Look we’ve all wanted you for years. All of you.I know he still very much wants you and clearly you want him since you let him have a taste. So instead of sneaking around my back like you have already, I’d rather be in control.”

“I don’t know, this all sounds crazy, and wrong. And what about Giovanni?”

“Sh*t babe your insatiable. You want all three of us at once? Kinky.”

“What? No! I just don’t want to hurt him.”

“Alright, we’ll talk about it with him later. He’s a bit more conservative than me and Otello but I have a feeling he’ll agree to anything if it gets you on his di*k. Now let’s get Otello over here. We have some things to discuss.”