Enzo
I glanced at my watch for the third time in the past minute. What the hell is taking her so long to get ready?
“Don, we found this at the reception.” Antonio whispered in my ear.
I glanced down to his hand and it was a bullet engraved with my name on it, a threat. I clenched my jaw in anger, that Rossi bastard.
“Find out what type of gun it belongs to and narrow it down to its shipments in the country.” Antonio nodded and walked away.
On cue, Yanna finally came down the stairs. My mouth went dry, for some reason I couldn’t behave when I’m around her. She is a beautiful woman, I’ll give her that.
Her coily hair was tied up, she was curvy and plump with wide hips and an evident weight on her chest. Her brown thighs were exposed from the shorts she wore. I exhaled trying to calm myself from the various thoughts I had with those thick thighs of hers.
“I’m so sorry, I know I said I’ll be done in half an hour.” She states sheepishly.
I shook my head. “You came down in time.” I guided her to our car.
The ride to the airport took about two hours because of traffic but none the less, we made it on time. The pilot, Jeffery is an old friend of the Bernadi’s, he handles everything concerning our travels with our private jets.
“Enzo, its been a while I’ve seen you.” Jeff greeted with a smile and handshake.
I smiled. “I’ve been….occupied.”
Jeff, glanced at my side. “I can see why.”
He smiled. “ you are very beautiful Mrs Bernadi.”
Yanna smiles at him as she shook his hand. “Thank you.”
In no time, we boarded and took off for our nine hours flight to Croatia. Fatigue hit me as soon as I made myself comfortable in the plane, so I decided to get some shut eye before we arrived.
Yanna
I stayed up throughout the nine hours flight to Croatia, I couldn’t hold my excitement as I busied myself with eating and watching few movies before we arrived.
Jeffery announced our landing in Croatia and soon enough, Enzo graced me with his presence to finally leave the plane.
The sun was scorching, perfect for a day at the beach, I released a pleased sigh as we were guided to the slick black car that waited for us and then, we drove off to Enzo’s resort.
“This Country is amazing.” I was in awe of the view from the tinted window.
I glanced at Enzo who busied himself on his laptop with work. “You know this is a honeymoon, right?”
He sighed in annoyance. “What do you expect me to be doing at this moment?” he raised a perfectly carved brow.
I bit my lips. “I don’t know, enjoy the amazing view and stop working.”
He turned his body to me, his heated stare caging me. “The only thing I would be enjoying in this honeymoon is you underneath me.”
I gulped, squeezing my thighs together instinctively. I knew sex was a part of the deal with this marriage but I can’t help but feel nervous all of a sudden.
I cleared my throat. “You can’t be thinking of sex right now, your arm is still not in good shape.”
He smirked. “That isn’t an issue.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Men and being cocky.” I muttered to myself.
The ride stopped and we were guided into the resort. It was beautiful, the ocean waves at the beautiful beach, light music was heard as few of the guests danced at the beach, some were in the water while others were in few speed boats.
We were guided to the residential area. It screamed luxury, I’m pretty sure that I would’ve never been able to afford this place if I were still stripping. The manager came to greet us with a smile and few welcoming drinks, she guided us to the private elevator which only Enzo has access to.
The elevator dinged open to the luxurious penthouse. We located the bedroom which was already stocked up with the essentials we’ll need for our honeymoon.
“I would like to check out the bar, I need a drink.” I sighed in relief, stretching my toes.
Enzo nodded. “Okay, would you want to get dinner here or outside?” he asked as he placed his watch down at the side table.
I mused in thought. “Outside, we can have breakfast here tomorrow.”
“Then I would meet you at the bar in a while.” He states as he walks to the extended balcony of the room.
I quickly showered and changed into more of a suitable outfit for the bar at the beach. It was a mid-thigh floral dress that was backless, Enzo had occupied himself with a phone call in Italian but I didn’t miss his heated stare from the balcony.
The bar music was muffled with the slight chatter from people around. I made a beeline to the barstool excited to finally have a drink in a while, I really needed it after the past events.
“Hi can I get a long island iced tea.” It was my favorite drink to order at a bar.
The bartender was cute with his brown hair slightly sweeping his eyebrows and his noticeable dimple that showed when he smiled.
“You’re new here.” He states, as he busied himself with my order.
I nodded and brought my wedding finger up causing him to whistle at the size of the rock.
I giggled softly.
“I’m here for my honeymoon.” I state as I sipped my drink.
He eyed me slightly. “I didn’t see you come in with anyone.”
“Yeah…. I really needed a drink.” I laughed nervously, starting to feel a bit awkward from his stare.
He smirked. “Didn’t marry for love?”
I coughed as I almost chocked on my drink from his sudden statement. He handed me a tissue to pat my lips dry. What the hell?
“Sorry, I’m just really good at observing, it comes with the job.” He jokes as he leans forward on the slab.
I reared back a bit from our sudden proximity.
“You know, I can make your honeymoon worth it.” He whispered to me with a heated stare that travelled from my lips to my exposed cleavage.
Before I could give a reply, I felt someone sit on the barstool beside me, the sexy scent wafted my nostrils indicating it was Enzo. I turned slightly to glance at him but all his focus was on the bartender that had his mouth gaped at his presence.
“M-mr Bernadi…” he stuttered as he glanced between him and I.
I smiled sheepishly at his shocked expression.
Enzo had a deadly look in his eyes as he stared at the poor bartender. “Were you hired to flirt with all customers, not to mention my wife?” He said gruffly.
“I-im v-very sorry, I didn’t know she was your wife.” He stutters to find his words.
Enzo stares down at me with clenched jaw, his dark eyes travelling from my lips to my exposed cleavage. My skin heated up from his stare. Fuck, he’s so sexy.
“Are you ready for dinner?” He asks, completely ignoring the fumbling bartender.
I gulped and nodded, allowing him to pull me away but instead of walking out of the bar, he pulled me into a secluded space.
His grip on my arm tightened as he backed me against the wall. Groaning slightly in pain, I glanced at him, he looked pissed with an angry frown on his forehead and clenched jaws.
“Is this what I’ll have to be dealing with being your husband?” he growled out causing me to frown in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” my heart raced at this new side of him I’ve never seen.
“Blatantly flirting with that bartender.” His grip tightened some more.
I groaned. “Let go, you’re hurting me.” His grip left my arm but quickly travelled to cup my neck, squeezing it slightly not too much to cause me pain but just enough to turn me on.
Fuck…
He leaned down to my ear “Should I remind you that you’re my wife and that you’re mine, huh?” he whispered.
I held in a moan from slipping out. This completely un-composed and riled up version of Enzo was very sexy. I squeezed my thighs slightly to add pressure to the throbbing between my thighs as a result from my newly found kink.
“Please…” It slipped out before I could hold it back. I flushed from embarrassment at how desperate I sounded.
Small chatters were heard from a distant cutting us from the sexual moment we just experienced. Enzo glared at me heatedly, cursing under his breath before releasing my neck as he straightened up.
I cleared my throat, ready to dig a hole in the ground and lay there for the rest of my life. Why the hell am I so desperate for some dick.
“Lets go.” He said as he walked away.
I cursed under my breath, he gave ‘big dick energy’ and I just know that sex with him would be earth shattering. Having to endure this would be torture for me throughout this honeymoon.
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Yanna Few days had gone by with me spending all my time at the beach or reading a book, back at the suite. To sum it all, it’s been boring the past few days.Enzo has been busy with work in Croatia, and we haven’t spoken about our incident at the bar which I’m thankful for.I released a sigh at the soothing sounds of the waves. Antonio, one of Enzo’s men had been assigned as my personal security whenever Enzo went out for work. He never says a word, just follows me wherever I go.“I’m boreddd…” I whine as I lay on the tanning bed at the beach, I was in a pink bikini set that perfectly accentuated my curves.Antonio didn’t pay mind to what I said, instead he faced the beach with a stoic expression, his ponytail swaying in the wind.Frustrated, I got up abruptly storming towards our suite. I need to leave this resort and explore unless I’ll run mad!.Antonio was hot on my heel but I didn’t pay mind to him. I speedily walked into the suite, Enzo was around but in a meeting at the office.
Yanna It felt like time stopped as we both stared at each other. The loud gunshot shocked me, realization hit me as I felt my grip on the trigger.My eyes widened as the man’s face twisted to that of pain as he groaned and rolled off me. My body was trembling from the aftereffects of the gunshot, I turned my head glancing at the man on the floor.His haunting grey eyes were wide open and dilated, color seemed to have left his face and there was no sign of him breathing.He’s dead.Panicked, I quickly scrambled to my feet making a run for it. My heart was racing as I ran in a blur, the docks suddenly came to view and I noticed Enzo searching through the crowd hastily.“Enzo!” I called out from afar, gaining his attention as we locked eyes.My eyes quickly scanned his form, his hair was in a mess, he was clutching his recently injured arm and not to mention, his plain white shirt now had splatters of blood on it.A choked sob escaped from my lips as my legs moved before I could process
Yanna My sobbing echoed through the walls of the bathroom I was currently showering in. I had thought that I could handle what happened during my attack yesterday but I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.The wave of emotions crashed on me as soon as I stepped into the bathroom. How can a simple life of a stripper suddenly turn out like this, in this situation?I’m not prepared for this life and I don’t think I ever will. Fear crept up as I thought about Hailey and her cute little Maya, I didn’t want them to get harmed just by having a relationship with me.I sniffled softly as I turned off the shower, wrapping myself in a robe to step out of the bathroom. On cue, Enzo walked in, unbuttoning his shirt but stopped in his tracks as he noticed my obvious red eyes from crying.“I didn’t want this life.” I glare at him.He tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes. “Did you think the mafia was a joke?” he asked mockingly.I scoff as anger flared in my chest. “Don’t you dare speak to me
YannaThe familiar musky air of the club filled my nostrils as I walked through the back rooms where all the other girls changed to ready for their performance.I felt nervous coming back after taking a few months from taking a break. It felt like I was the new girl all over again, my palms felt clammy and I couldn’t get my heart to stop racing.“Yanna!” Hailey called out as she rushed over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug.“I’m so glad your back, this place hasn’t been the same without you.” she was in her pink cowgirl outfit ready for her performance.I giggled softly “It’s good to be back.”Hailey smiled and nodded. “I have to go right now but we’re definitely hanging out later.” She rushed out as our manager called out for her.I quickly nodded with a smile as I watched her rush over to her waiting room.Hailey was the first person to speak to me when I began stripping last year. She had only been in the business for a year but she helped me to know the ropes around stripping an
YannaI was nervous.This man definitely has an effect on me and he knew it.On cue, ‘haunted’ by beyonce came on, all my nerves rolled off my body and my body moved to the slow and sultry rhythm of the song.My tricks on the pole came into action as I turned and arched on it adding in a steamy stare here and there throughout my performance. I walked cover to him and danced with the sultry rhythm.His stare was intense as he sipped on his drink with an evident bulge in his tailored pants. My skin felt hot as he watched me dance, the air was thick with tension, sexual tension.His scent made me crazy as my lips grazed his neck while I continued my performance. I was holding onto the last thread of my self-respect to stop me from jumping this man.His fists and jaw were clenched.Seemed like I wasn’t the only one holding back.The songs came to an end indicating the end of my session. I panted softly as my face slightly hovered his as he sat on the couch.“Tell me what you want.” His gr
YannaI don’t remember much from the ride to the unknown destination only that it was a very long ride. My body ached badly from stress and the awkward way my neck was positioned as I was knocked out from exhaustion.I blink my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the large room I now laid in. Panic rushed through me as I rushed to the mirror at the corner of the room to quickly inspect my body for any missing limb or organ.I sighed in relief as I was intact. “Where the hell am I?” I whisper to myself.The door was locked but the room didn’t look like what a human trafficker would keep his victim.Maybe this was a room used for adult filming?I frantically looked around to check for hidden cameras or hidden sex toys but there was none.The door was suddenly unlocked and I waited for someone to come in but nothing happened.I walked cautiously to the door and twisted it open, there was a man with tattoos everywhere standing in front of me.“You are required in the study.” He spoke gruf
Yanna Enzo and I discussed about our marriage earlier in the morning. It was going to be held in two weeks time in a cathedral church, the mafia’s lawyer would arrive at the end of the week to register our marriage.Apparently, this is my father’s house more like mansion so after the wedding, I would move into his own house to live together. I am expected to birth an heir for the mafia and basically be a trophy wife.He doesn’t expect me to be involved with matters concerning the mafia except i willingly involve myself. I asked him if I could invite Hailey and Maya for my wedding which he agreed on.I’m currently sitting at the dining with my ‘father’ eating lunch because It took a while for me to shower and get ready. The sounds of clanking cutleries filled the room as we both ate in silence.Deciding to break this awkward silence, I spoke. “What would you prefer me to address you as?”He froze mid-chewing and focused his attention on me. “Whatever you would prefer, I don’t expect t
Yanna Two weeks had passed by quickly. My nerves where all over the place as I busied myself playing with the engagement ring on my finger.I stared at the woman staring back at me in the mirror, my hair was in a slick low bun with diamond ornaments in my hair. My edges framed my face, adding more focus to the light makeup on my face.My wedding dress was beautiful with the diamonds twinkling as it hit the lights. Intricate lace was used for the long sleeves of the dress, the low cut sweetheart neckline brought attention to my exposed cleavage but not revealing too much. The dress hugged my figure tightly then flared out perfectly in a long train.A gasp cut me from my thoughts causing me to turn around.“Oh my God, Yanna…” Hailey held her chest as she got teary eyed.I giggled softly trying to hold back my tears. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry.”She walked over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. “You look so beautiful.”I nodded. “Thank you.” I whisperShe glanced at my face bu