Dark Mafia Heir (Mafia Vows #3)

Chapter 29

29

Vivienne

A rush of warmth spreads through me as the sound of Harper’s voice washes over me. Hearing her voice sounds like sunshine ripping through the sky on a cloudy day, filling my chest with so much love.

I jump to my feet and run down the stairs in excitement. I don’t even look where I am going, and I don’t stop smiling either.

I suppose Harper is in the foyer, looking around for a sign of me.

The moment our eyes meet, her face lights up with a smile. She rushes towards me, and we both collide into each other’s arms.

God, this is what heaven feels like—my sister’s jasmine, lavender perfume, warm embrace, and soft voice. I’ve missed her so much.

She pulls back but holds my hands as she scrutinizes me from head to toe. “Are you okay? They’re not hurting you, are they?”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. Like really fine. I just missed you.”

Tears well in her eyes, and she pulls me back in for another hug. “I missed you more. I was so worried about you. I was so excited when Papa told me we were meeting tonight.”

Papa.

My papa is here.

Shit. I’d almost forgotten he exists. I wonder what he thinks of all of this. What he’ll think when I tell him I’m pregnant.

My pulse quickens as I spare him a quick glance from over Harper’s shoulder.

He’s cold as usual, giving me that icy glare that is hard to read. I can’t tell whether he is angry at me or the situation or even angry at all. I wonder how Antonio managed to convince him to agree to this dinner.

I break my hug with Harper and walk over to him. “Hi, Father.”

He takes his good time to scrutinize me before he answers. “Hi, Vivienne. You look… well.”

Maybe it’s just my imagination, but it doesn’t sound like he’s very happy about the fact that I am… well.

“So do you.” Which is a relief because I was scared he would have gone bald with worry for me by now.

“You made it in time.” Antonio’s deep, baritone voice comes from behind me.

I turn around, shaking my head and signaling him not to cause any trouble. It must’ve been hard for my papa to accept his invitation to dinner; infuriating him now will not yield any benefits for anyone.

Still, I am grateful to Antonio for this surprise. I steal a surprise smile at him, and he winks back at me.

“Why wouldn’t I?” my father shoots back at him. “It’s not every day a kidnapper invites the father of his prisoner to his home, is it?”

Tension rises in the room, seeping into my veins and making my bones tremble. My stomach churns, but I am unsure if it’s the pregnancy hormones raging or my pulse racing. Whichever one it is, I hate the feeling of it.

I let out a nervous laugh. “Knock it off, you two.” I turn to Harper, who nods at me, and then to my father. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s go to the table.”

My husband and father exchange glares as if promising each other to continue their cold war later.

I sigh silently. Fine, they can kill each other if they want to. I won’t be here to witness it though. Grabbing Harper’s hand, I lead her to the dining room and pull out a chair for her, not caring if Antonio or Papa are following behind us.

I round the table to the chair across from Harper and sit on it.

She narrows her eyes on me and stares at me intently.

I shift in my seat. “What is it?”

“You’re glowing, Vivi.” She leans over the table, grinning mischievously. “You’re not just a prisoner here, are you?”

I roll my lips between my teeth and bite back a smile.

“Ah,” she drawls with glee. “You don’t have to answer. Your face says it all.”

Scarlet red burns my cheeks. “Says what?”

“That you’re in love with him. It’s written all over you.” She pauses and exhales deeply. “Vivi, I want you to be completely honest with me right now. Are you really happy here?”

I peer into my sister’s eyes, fully willing to lay myself bare in front of her. If there’s only one person in this world I can be candid with, it’s with her.

“I am in love with Antonio, Harp,” I say the following words with a struggle. “That is not all.” I cup my stomach.

Her eyes widen as her gaze shoots to my stomach, and then back up to my face. “Are you pregnant?”

The shock in her voice makes me quiver a bit. For a moment, I consider leaving this detail out of the equation for a while, but I don’t. I’m not ashamed of the child growing in my belly, and I don’t care about anyone’s opinion on it apart from Antonio’s.

I nod. “I am.”

“How far along are you?” she asks in a barely audible voice this time.

“A couple of weeks.” I suck in a deep breath, and in my gentlest voice, I say, “Look, Harp. I know this situation is not ideal to you. I mean, Antonio kidnapped me and forced me into marrying him, but this child—he didn’t force this child on me, and I decided I wanted the baby. I’m having this baby because I love him… or her. I love Antonio, too.”

She reaches for my hand across the table. “I’m okay with whatever as long as you are happy. I have your back, Vivi. Always.”

A tear drops down my face before I even realize how emotional I am. “Thank you,” I whisper.

She squeezes my hand gently. “Will you tell Papa about the baby?”

I shrug. “I have to. It’s not like I can hide it from him forever.”

“He won’t be happy,” Vivienne says. “You know this. He’ll be repulsed.”

I know it. I thought of it all night. I thought of ways to handle my papa with this news. “Do me a favor, Harp. Don’t tell him about the baby yet. I’ll tell him myself.”

She raises her brow. “Tonight?”

Shaking my head, I think for a moment. “Not tonight. I’ll pay him a visit later. I need to talk to him about this and make him see the reasons with me and Antonio. The tension is too high for all of that tonight.”

“I doubt he’ll want to hear it, Vivi. But you can try.”

The men come into the dining room, Antonio first and Papa after. Despite the blank masks they’re wearing, I can tell they’d been discussing something outside, but it doesn’t seem like the conversation or argument went pleasantly.

Surprisingly, dinner is peaceful. I almost choke on my food a few times from the palpable tension; still, it isn’t all that bad.

Neither Antonio nor my father says a word throughout dinner. Harper and I share glances and a few stifled laughter a couple of times.

After dinner, my father hurriedly leaves while I hug Harper, and she rubs my belly. She whispers, “I’ll get something for my niece next time,” before she leaves.

Watching them drive away, I feel a piece of my heart go with them. I’ve missed Harper so much these last few months, and a few hours together doesn’t make up for it.

Antonio takes my hand in his. He’s standing so close that the warmth rolling off him heats me up instantly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make her stay longer.”

I whip my head around to look at him, shocked he’s apologizing even. He’s the only reason I got to see my sister after so long. “No, Antonio. Thank you for letting me see her.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t understand, gattina . You shouldn’t be thanking me for anything. You wouldn’t have to stay away from her if I didn’t kidnap you in the first place. It’s all my fault.”

“Hey.” I reach for his face and cup it. “You’re right. All of this is your fault, but we wouldn’t have found the love we did if you didn’t take me. We wouldn’t have had our baby. I would have been married to that old bastard and have my life stolen from me.”

His eyes soften in a way I’ve never seen them as he places his hand on mine. “Vivienne?—”

I hold up a hand. “No, let me finish. None of this is ideal. Some would say I have Stockholm syndrome, but the truth is you saved me from a fate I so badly wanted to be saved from, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be than here with you.”

“Vivienne.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. “Did you just say love?”

My heart pounds in my chest as I peer up at him.

“Do you love me, baby?” he asks softly.

I swallow so hard that my throat burns. “Yes, I love you. I love you, Antonio. So much that it hurts.”

“God, Vivienne,” he whispers. “Tonight, I wanted to tell you it was okay to leave. I wanted to let you go, but a selfish part of me still wanted you to stay.”

“Don’t ever think of letting me go, Antonio. I’m never leaving you. I’ll always stay with you.”

“No, Vivienne.” He slips his finger through my hair. “It’s just that Salvatore is still on the loose. I can take anything that happens. I don’t give a shit if I die, but I’ll never forgive myself if I fail to keep you and our baby safe.”

“You’ll keep us safe; I trust you. I’ll also keep you safe. We’re in this together, remember?”

“No, you don’t understand.” His forehead creases with worry. “Vivienne, things could end up really dangerous. Promise me you’ll go back to your father if anything goes wrong.”

Tears stream down my face. “No. Nothing will go wrong. I can’t live without you, Antonio. Our child needs his father, and I need you. Instead, you have to promise me you’ll always come back home to me.”

“Vivienne—”

“Promise me!”

“Fine.” He wipes my tears away with his thumb. “I promise you, I’ll always come home to you.”

“And you’ll never ask me to leave no matter what?”

“I’ll never ask you to leave, Vivi.” He brings his face dangerously close to mine, and the skin around my face tingles from the warmth of his breath. He smells like mint and citrus tonight.

“Promise?” I whisper back.

“Promise.”

His lips claim mine, his hands exploring my body with a mixture of desperation and carefulness.

His lips are soft as they ravage mine with a primal need to devour them.

I kiss him back, moaning into his mouth as I wrap my arms around him. Kissing him feels so good, like an ecstasy I could only dream of.

It’s hard to believe this is my life now—that this man who everyone thinks is brutal and cruel is mine now, and I get to see all the soft sides there is to him.

“Do you want me to take you somewhere you can watch the entire world from while I fuck you?”

I bite my lips. Shit! He always says the sexiest things at the right time. “Take me there.”

He lifts me up in bridal style and carries me to one of the balconies I haven’t been to yet.

I take the place in when he puts me down. It gives a good view of the skyscrapers and busy life in the city. From here, I can see the glow from streetlamps and cars racing down the road.

It’s beautiful.

I can’t believe I’ve lived here for months and didn’t know this place existed. The serenity I get just standing here for a couple of minutes is mind-blowing.

“Do you like it?” he asks, pressing his chest against my back. But it’s the hardness of his erection pressing against my ass that makes my core start to throb.

I can already feel the wetness pooling between my legs.

“Like it?” I gasp when he grabs my ass and spanks me. “I love it.”

His warm breath burns down my neck as he kisses his way up to my ear and licks my earlobe.

I shudder and moan as electric waves ripple through me. My entire body feels like it’s on fire. I’m scorching with heat and desperation, needy for his touch and kisses. Good heavens, I want to feel him inside me.

Slowly, he grabs my breast from behind, fondling it gently while whispering dirty words in my ear. “How about I take you from behind while you watch the rest of the world from up here?”

My nipples harden, and I can feel my pussy clenching. I nod. “Yes.”

He kisses my neck. “Yes, what?”

I lean into the hardness of his chest and start to grind against his erection. “Fuck me. Please.”

I feel his grin behind me before he bends me over, raising my dress and pulling down the G-string panties I am wearing.

“Cristo,” he whispers as he trails my ass with his fingers.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin. I swear I’ll die from the anticipation of his cock inside me.

A mischievous smile plays on my lips when I feel his dick press against my entrance… and then, without any warning, he thrusts into me.

My head rolls back, and I let out a cry. I’m cocooned with pleasure.

He fucks me with slow, steady strokes, spanking me and gripping my waist so hard that his fingers are digging into my flesh.

I grab onto the railing on the balcony for support as my legs become weaker with ecstasy. Every cell in my body is weeping, begging for him to go deeper. “Yes,” I moan, biting my lips. “God, yes!”

He rips down my dress, catching my nipple between his fingers and teasing it hard. I feel pleasure and pain all at once, and I feel my orgasm build.

“Who owns this pussy?” he asks, his voice deep, husky and possessive. That’s how he’s fucking me, as if he’s reminding me he owns me, that I am all his. And God, I love it.

“It’s yours,” I moan, moving my hips to match with his rhythm as he completely devours me.

“I want to hear you say my name, gattina ,” he purrs. “Who owns you.”

“You…” My eyes roll in as my orgasm starts to reach its peak, threatening to rip through me. “I’m Antonio’s. My pussy is his.”

“Good girl.”

He starts to fuck me faster and deeper until my orgasm rips through me. My legs begin to shake, and my body starts to tremble.

Antonio slams into me one more time before he shudders and comes with a powerful groan. His body collapses against mine, but he manages to hold his weight up from his grip on the railing.

He empties inside of me while kissing my back, and he whispers, “You’re mine, gattina . Mine.”