Chapter 4: Dario's Pov

No matter what you say, I will not marry Gia.” I stake my ground. My father was being a pussy and in my own office. There was nothing worse, having my mother or father over.

“It is not a choice for you to make.” my father said. His black silk shirt exposing a little too much of his grey chest hairs.

He turned his rings on his fingers, a habit I know him for.

“So now you dictate who I marry?” I ask him.

“If it is Gia Ravazzani, then yes.” I scuff at the old man. Papa has been a pain in the ass growing up. He has been one of the most feared Mafia in Italy. My father's business was dangerous so my teenage years were not too soft. I had to take care of my four younger siblings; Emma, Dante, Arianna and Roberto. My mother was hopeless, was never home so she never acted like a mother figure.

“I need some wine.” I said, motioning to the waiter.

“You are not getting younger.”

“I'm still too young for all of this old man.”

His lips curled up in a smirk. One of his men entered and leaned down to speak in his ear. His face squeezed in dissatisfaction and he waved the guy off.

“30 turning 31 is not young to me. I married your mother at 18 but she wanted me to herself and of course that is difficult.” Papa boasted. I was used to this already. The relationship between my father and I was more like a partnership.

“I need you to be at the party tonight”. He said, getting to his feet- ready to leave.

“Don't fail me, we need to finish what we started Dario.” He cleared his throat and walled out.

My head was full, I needed a drink. Something to ease me off.

*******

The two red-heads looked at me with pure lust. I sat and watched the one with the short hair grinding on me. Clearly she wasn't going to do.

“We should take this somewhere more…private.” the one with the long hair said to me caressing my chest. Despite her short, mouth watering dress, I knew she couldn't handle me. And by handle I don't mean bdsm- I fuck my way and not sweet nothings.

I take my beer on the table in front of me. I hated beer, it tastes like piss. The Vip was loud and of course crowded and this was my own lounge.

“Having fun, baby boy?” The one grinding on me asked. She thought she won the lottery. My lips curved- to a forced smile, to let the ladies off my hook. I checked my wrist watch. I had to go back to her tonight- I hated everyone here. I walked out of the vip, passing the bar on the right. Our girls were there to satisfy whoever.

I take out my phone, in an attempt to call my chauffeur.

“Bring the car.” I simply say and click cut. I didn't feel calm. I didn't want to marry Gia Ravazzani. She was a bitch and I simply don't do bitches. The Pagani came right up.

“Sir, should we go straight to the Mafia party?” my driver- Felix asked me.

“No. Go home.”

*********

I entered her room and saw her sleeping. I didn't want to wake her. I wanted her for me but I'm rethinking all of that. She was innocent. Too innocent to damage with everything going on in my life. Her dirty blonde hair gently cascaded down her back, she laid face down. I moved closer, trying not to wake her. She looked beautiful. Even in sleep. I decided to let her rest, turning off the bed lamp beside her. My hands were close to the knob when she said something -like a whisper.

“Stay.” I turned my head to look at her. She still had her head down.

“I'm sorry if I woke you.”

“Please…stay.” “I can't sleep.”

I could not reject it. Not now that I'm fighting everything in me to take her there and then. She always did something to me. I felt it. Like the way I felt when I saw her being auctioned. My body instantly turned against me.

I climb the bed and she snuggled closer. Her back side to me.

I could give more concentration to her tits than her backside.

How I would love to fuck those tits.

She was glorious and seductive.

“Do you feel better?” I asked.

“A little.”

“Had dinner?” I asked stroking her hair softly.

“Yes, but it would have been better with you here.” she answered.

“I'm sorry if I couldn't make it.”

“I don't know you well enough. But I know I feel comfortable and safe in your arms.” she said. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew how intent her stare was even in the dark.

“But one thing-

“Which is?”

“Would I be safe, even with you?”

That question, I couldn't answer. And I didn't want to bring her into my life, hurting the shit out of her.

She looked at me- there was so much…so much hope in her eyes. And fear.

I watched her sleep off in no time, my phone came on with a notification…

“Don, we found him.”