Chapter 5 – Luigi
Chapter Five
Luigi
“ M ove one more muscle, and you will force me to subdue you completely and take you to my bedroom,” I growl at the woman standing before me as a mixture of horrifying emotions and realizations attack me at once.
Angela has finally gone too far. This is exactly why my father doesn’t allow women in family business and why the Taviani family has had a long history of keeping women in their rightful place – far away from mob problems.
I sense her fear, but it’s not my greatest concern.
She signed the document, which I pre-signed because it’s my contract, of course I agree with every last word written in it.
Fuck. This isn’t how I thought this would happen.
If I wanted to… I could take what she owes me, but Angela has to be…
crazy for doing this. Delphine. I read her name on the contract, but I still haven’t said it out loud to her.
She’s different from any woman that I’ve ever been with, which my insane sister knows.
Why did she sign this contract?
“Where’s Angela?” Delphine asks innocently, or perhaps to provoke guilt.
I grimace, struggling to hide the smugness behind my tilted smile.
Where’s Angela? That psychopath is the reason Delphine stands here before me utterly at my mercy, but my sister played her part well so Delphine clearly considers her an ally.
"Angela can't help you now."
Delphine puffs out her chest, which causes her prominent and extremely large breasts to jut forward between us.
"I don't know what those documents say, but you need to let me go," she says in a firm tone of voice that would have worked on me if I was a German Shepherd and not a grown man with his own ideas.
Brave. Very brave for a woman wearing chunky, nerdy glasses. I grimace again. Angela got her to sign the contract. I could follow through with it and solve at least one of my problems, although I'm starting to think my biggest problem is in fact my sister.
"I won't be doing that."
"I have been taken against my will."
I hold up the contract. "Not according to this contract."
"I don't remember that."
"It doesn't matter. I have your signature here."
I hand Delphine the stack of papers to jog her memory.
Taking just one step closer to her activates something confusing and powerful in my lizard brain.
That scent from the trunk of my Suburban gets stronger as Delphine's palm closes around the papers.
She pushes her glasses up her nose and scans the document.
"This has to be a joke," she says, losing air as she finishes the sentence and scans the documents with complete panic.
"Not a joke."
"I was drunk! This is void!"
She drops the stack of papers again, not out of malice but out of sheer inability to hold it together. Delphine looks at me again, giving me a once over that clearly dissatisfies her.
"Oh hell no," she says and does something downright crazy as she tries to tackle me to get past me to the locked door again.
Delphine's body lands against mine tits first with a thud as I wrap my arms around her and she screams as loudly as possible.
I pull her against my chest, muffling her screams in my black t-shirt.
Delphine wrestles me like she's trying to score a touchdown on the other side of that damn door, but I clamp my arms around Delphine and make good on my threats to carry her off to the bedroom.
Once I make it a couple steps forward with Delphine kicking and screaming against my chest, her fighting becomes more intense.
Nails sink into my chest and I swear I feel some teeth biting my nipple as I fight her down the hallway, throw my bedroom door open and then toss Delphine inside so I can lock the door behind me.
I throw Delphine too hard into the bedroom and she stumbles back so hard that she falls over so by the time I get the door closed, she's flat on her ass and glaring at me as she makes two failed efforts to stand up.
I reach my hand out to help Delphine up and she glares at it like I slipped it between my ass cheeks first.
"I'm helping you up."
"I should spit on you," she says, but then her hands touch mine and a strange electricity sizzles at the tips of our fingers and tingles all the way up my arm as I drag Delphine to her feet.
She's pretty. I think. Is she pretty? She has large, dark brown eyes -- and I mean really large.
Her glasses only make those eyes appear bigger.
Her lips are full and possibly the largest I've seen up close, with a womanly shape to them. She has a cute nose that’s soft and rounded around nostrils which are flared with anger right now.
Delphine's round cheeks tighten against her jaw as she continues to glower at me.
"You will not," I command her firmly. "I understand this entire night must be terrifying to you, but I have also had far too much to drink and I don't know what to make of this contract so I'll need you to shut up and get to bed so we can sort this out in the morning."
"I'm not going to do any of that," she says. "I don't care that I signed a contract, I'm not letting some crazy ass white boy from Buffalo..."
She trails off. Because what words would she have to use to end that sentence. Knock me up? Cum inside me? I shudder at the thought. This woman isn't my type in any sense of the word and judging by the way she fought me off just for me to get her in this bedroom, she'll make my life a living hell.
If Delphine can be this much of a problem now, I can't imagine how fucking bad this problem will get if she's carrying my child. I've gone this long without having a child for several reasons and having to put up with an insufferable woman for 39 weeks is only one reason for it…
"We're not doing anything," I snap at her. "You're not even my type. Just get into bed and we'll handle this in the morning."
"Can't I sleep on the couch?"
"I don't want you going to the cops. So no."
"Why would I go to the cops?" she asks with a glare. "We have a contract."
I point at the large bed behind me. This conversation is over.
"Bed. Now."
Delphine dry swallows slowly. I watch the air move in a slow lump down her throat. She has a pretty neck that complements her soft, dark brown cheeks. Not my type but... I think she must be pretty or I wouldn't have these strange physical reactions to contend with.
"Promise you won't touch me."
"I should be asking you the same thing," I snap at her. "I'm six-foot-five, I have a perfect body and... I can't remember the last time I came inside a woman. Having me for a night would be a gift."
Delphine's disgust registers and I experience totally mixed emotions as she steps back towards the bed, that disgust still plastered on her face. I just want her to know that I won't touch her, but perhaps I pushed too far.
"You are a sicko," she says. "And I'm only climbing in this bed because I'm tired and groggy and... if you kill me, I would much rather die in my sleep."
I smirk. It's a crazy thing to say, but I guess I understand her point. I have no plans of murdering this woman where she sleeps tonight when I need rest more desperately than Delphine realizes.
"Fine. Whatever you need. Just get into that bed."