Mr And Mrs Mafia

Vacation

Calla’s POV

Nevada, Las Vegas.

It’s more beautiful than the last time I saw it, I didn’t grow up in Las Vegas, I grew up in Italy where I met Dommy’s sister Maya but mom and dad moved a lot because of Dad’s work, he wanted to create his enterprise all over the world and we always traveled because of that, he didn’t trust anyone but himself so he stayed instead of having a representative to take care of any new company.

Mom and Dad moved to Las Vegas five years ago, I only came with them during the moving process then I left, I already built my life in New York, I have a job and a loving boyfriend but Italy is always going to be my home, it would be nice if one of these days Dommy and I take a visit for old time sake.

I smiled when I saw the house Dommy rented, it was breathtaking, it is a glass house, with a Woden floor, and beautiful interior design.

The fireplace was already heated on, this time of the heat Las Vegas is a bit chilly.

“We have one staff that would stay overnight just in case we need anything,” Dommy says and I smile.

He knows I’m nervous about meeting my parent, he is trying to make me comfortable as much as possible, I’m so lucky to have him in my life.

The staff, a woman in her middle forties came to take our bags into the room, I didn’t over-pack more, and well Dommy didn’t want to pack much. I remember his words clearly when I asked about him packing.

“If I need anything I would buy it, Calla.” His words ring in my head.

He is so adorable, he doesn’t even know that, for a mafia king Dommy is a big teddy bear, a softie just for me.

After we freshened up. I got into my pajamas, Dommy already ordered a pizza when I got to the living room, the curtains were drawn, and it was a bit chilly so I had socks on.

I snuggle into Dommy and rest my head on his chest.

“Hungry.” He asks and I nod.

“You know it’s going to be fine,” Dommy says and I smile. I know my parents more than he knows them, my father is going to be pissed off and my mother as usual is going to support her husband even though she listens to me sometimes.

I just have to convince them my Dommy is a good person and he shouldn’t be judged based on what he does.

Dommy fed me, he made sure to give me a kiss on my cheek every three bite, it was cute. After we finished eating, we settled for a movie.

I didn’t realize when I fell asleep on the couch when I woke up I was on the bed.

Dommy must have brought me here, he wasn’t beside me, I heard some Italian curses.

Someone must have pissed him off, Dommy doesn’t curse unless he is angry.

I strolled toward the balcony where I heard his voice, Dommy was standing there as I expected he was on a call.

I wrap my hand around his waist from behind, I feel him loosen up, I love the effect I have on him.

“Fix the f*****g thing and don’t call me if you don’t do it if not so God help me,” Dommy says. I couldn’t hear what the other person was saying.

“I don’t need your apology, fix it or I will kill you, I don’t know why I hired you if you can’t do your job right.” He hung up the call and cursed.

“How are you baby?.” His voice softened, for someone that was angry and threatened to kill someone right in front of me. He is a lot calmer right now.

“Are you okay?.”

“It’s just work?.” Dommy says and I hummed.

“What did they do?.”

“Someone came to us with the wrong information and f****d up our shipment delivery.”

“Do they know the person I ask?.” And he shakes his head.

Dommy takes his work very important, he sees it as a way of saying thank you to his father, if not for his dad Dommy would have grown up on the streets but he adopted him, Dommy knows his dad loves the mafia and giving Dommy the power, Dommy wants to do everything possible to maintain the position of their mafia and work hard for the sake of his father.

His dad doesn’t ask him for all this but it’s just an obligation Dommy feels he has to do and I respect him for that.

“They will fix it.”

I heard him mumble something but I couldn’t figure it out.

I know he is worried and I know a way to calm him down. I took his hand, he looked a bit confused, he didn’t know he was in for a treat.

I made him sit on the chair on the balcony, anyone from the outside could see us but I didn’t care, I knew they wouldn’t speak of it.

I knelt in front of him, and that is when he realized what was going on.

“Calla, someone will see you.”

“I don’t care, you will kill them if they speak of it,” I say and he smiles.

I take off his shorts.

It’s always ready for me.

After an hour we were done, Dommy had the stamina of a horse, he didn’t get tired but he was not going to kill me, I put a stop after an hour we still had to prepare to meet my parents and I didn’t want to be late.

It was already close to lunch time so we made sure to eat. I forced both of us to eat because we missed breakfast and I knew we might not even end up having this lunch with my parents, it would just end in a heated argument.

We took a shower and got dressed.

“Really a suit.”

“It’s lunch.” Dommy defends.

He wears a suit for everything and if I don’t stop him I’m sure he will wear a suit for dinner at home. I didn’t say anything he looked good and I know my mother loves a man well dressed.

I let out a breath when I saw our home, I haven’t stayed here long to call it my home but I believe home is a place where your loved ones live it doesn’t matter if you stay with them or not.

“It’s going to be fine.” Dommy helped my hand.

I press the bell. After a minute one of the maids came to open the door.

Mom and Dad were in the living room.

“What is he doing here?.”

Lord help me.