Claimed By The Don

Ava p. o. v

My eyes flutters open but I blinked them shot from the sharpness of the sunlight creeping into the room from the window, I squint a little letting my sight to adjust to the brightness. I stretch my stiff limbs only to be stopped by a weight, that’s when I noticed the strong veiny arm that is wrapped around my mid stomach.

I didn’t have to look to know who it was, a smile creep it’s way to my lips at the realisation that he’s here. I must admit, I did miss him, a lot.

I’m glad he’s safe and here with me.

I remain in his embrace basking in the warmth he provides, and shamelessly enjoying the way he had me spoon from behind. It’s quite unbelievable how I found myself married to a man like this, Vince is the perfect description of the type of man I want, well except for the mafia part.

I didn’t admit it before, that was because I was confused and angry. But I’m glad to have getting married to him, instead of giving my body and my all to some unserious guy who isn’t ready for life.

Snapping out of my thoughts, Reluctantly, I remove Vince arm from around me, which in case is seriously difficult. I climbed down from the bed, I turn to his sleeping form and my breath hitch.

He is seriously one piece of a fine specimen.

He looks so breath takingly handsome and lavishly yummyish. Yummyish, seriously? Is that even a word, I chuckled inwardly at myself.

Let’s face it, Vince looks peace and adorable when sleeping, his features were relaxed and care free and his disheveled bed hair just made him all the more sexy. My fingers inched to be run through those soft slik dark hair, my mouth waters at the sight of him and my subconscious is screaming at me to just jump on him and devour him.

I’m blaming that on my hormones.

I stood there admiring the fine work of God, and only snap out of my daze when he moves around wanting a comfortable spot, or he was searching for me. That thought made turn crimson red, what is wrong with me.

I better go get ready for our tour.

At the thought of going sight seeing excitement bubbled in me, I quickly went to the take my bath. I stayed under the shower for a few more minutes liking the hot water that hits my body, relaxing my muscles.

I wrap a towel around my body and step out of the bathroom, surprisingly, Vince is still sleeping soundly. He must be really tired, because the Vince I’ve come to know doesn’t sleep in if anything, he wakes up before everyone, guess he’s human after all, I decide to leave him alone and not disturb him.

I walk into the Walk in close and picked out the clothes I’ve selected for today, which consists of a white tank top and a faded blue ripped jeans and boots. A cardigan just in case the weather later became cold.

I skipped my way happily down the stairs to the kitchen to find something to eat, to my surprise Tricia is already there and have prepared breakfast.

“Thank goodness, I won’t be stressing over what to eat for breakfast.” I sighed dramatically.

“And Good morning to you too eggshell.” Tricia beam, what the hell, eggshell? Really? I gave her a deadpan look which she waved off with a shrug.

“Dig in my chicken, we have a lot of sightseeing to do” Tricia said placing a plate of pancakes in front of me, while taking her seat as well.

From eggshell to chicken, I didn’t comment on it. Mainly because I am eager for our tour, and also I don’t want this food to be thrown in the wastebin, because the Tricia I know won’t bat an eyelash before doing it.

“Hey slow down will ya.” I yelled at Tricia as she hurriedly dragged me out of the house, she slow down a little but still didn’t stop pulling me along with her. I frown at her but kept quiet, when we were at a good distance from the villa we stop right before a black slick car. A guy a few years older than us step out of the car and Walk around to meet us.

I gave Tricia a questioning stare.

“Ava, this is Antonio and he’s our tour guide.” she beam at me ignoring the glare I’m firing at her.

“It’s nice to meet, Ava.” Antonio said.

“As do I.” I shook his stretch hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me we’re having a tour guide?” I return my stare to Tricia.

“Well now you know, let’s go do some sightseeing.” She chirped excitedly, and open the door of the car and shove me in, then immediately followed after me.

Antonio drove out of the isolated place Vince called a private island, into a very much busy highway. I stare out the window as we drove by tall buildings, I watch in amazement of the beautiful scenery. People walking by the road side, some in an hurry to get to their work while some just walking by enjoying the morning breeze.

“So where do you ladies want to see first?” Antonio asked.

“You should take to the any place of your choice since you know this place more than we do.” I reply.

“Okay, what about we visit the Grand Canal first.” He suggests.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ve once heard about the Grand Canal and how it is surrounded by water, am I right?” Tricia spoke up bouncing her feet off the floor of the car in excitement, she looks not more than a five year old not I’m any better because I’m sure as hell filled with excitement too.

Italy is at the top list of countries I wanted to visit, so you can relate my anxiousness.

We parked a few feet from a bridge.

Antonio turn to us with a beaming smile.

“So here we are, at the Grand Canal my fair ladies.” He spoke faking a French accent, which got Tricia and I giggling like teens. We alight from the car and walk towards the bridge.

“So tell us about the Great Grand Canal.” This drew my attention as I was looking around taking in my surrounding.

“Well for starters, the Grand Canal as we all know except for you guys of course. Is called ‘Canalasso’ by the venetians and Canal Grande in Italian, and it is the most important waterway of Venice and it splits the city into two sides.”

We began to climb the bridge, there are lots of people on it. And it is mostly tourists, snapping photos to keep.

That’s when I realized we didn’t come with any photographing device, well I still got my phone to use.

The sound of a picture taken pulled my gaze from the green refreshing water below to Tricia, she is holding a camera and taking pictures. I rush to her to take a look at the photos she has took, and it is even more beautiful than it is in real life.

“If you take a look at the view from above of Venice on the map, you would see a reverse-S shape. That is the shape of the Grand Canal, it passes through the center of Venice and divides the typical ‘fish’ shape of the city into two.” Antonio explain further.

As we walk further, Antonio tell us a lot about the Grand Canal, when and how the different Bridges were built.

The first bridge we pass is called The Barefoot Bridge, it’s a stone bridge located just to the train station. It was built during fascism in Italy and it replaced an older iron bridge that had been made during the Austrian domination.

And there is the Rialto bridge, it is at the half way through the Grand Canal, undoubtedly the most important bridge in Venice.

There are many things to see, it Is a place where the only means of transportation is by boat and to say the least it quite interesting to watch and move around in.

Currently, we are at a ice- cream parlour close to where we had parked our car, it’s afternoon so the weather is hot and licking your Ice cream is so refreshing.

Tricia phone rings, she muttered harshly under her breath before shakingly received the call.

“Hello.” She whispered, then suck in harsh breath.

“We went out.” She muttered in a small voice, I bare my eyes at her. Why does she sound so scared, I shrug and continue with my ice cream.

“So are you guys here for vacation?” Antonio asked me.

“You can say so, but I’m here for my honeymoon.” I replied, but what I couldn’t understand is the redness that has stain my cheeks.

Why in God’s name am I blushing.

“Wow, congrats dear. So where is the lucky man that have this beauty all to himself.” He looks around as if Vince would just pop out.

“He’s sleeping when we left so he’s not here.” He nods in understanding, and was about to say something when Tricia cuts in.

“Uh…. Antonio thanks for today, you should leave now.” Both Antonio and I gave her a questioning stare, she released a furstration sigh.

“Vincenzo is mad and he’s sending Dario here, and you know how Dario is. He won’t leave any details out when reporting to Vincenzo.” She stutter a little, my eyes widened. An angry Vince is a killing machine, and Antonio could get in trouble because of us.

Antonio stare between us confused, as to what is going on.

“May I know who you’re talking about?” He asks curiously.

“Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, her husband.” Tricia explain to Antonio.

“Fuck! I’m so out of here, why didn’t you tell me earlier. You don’t know me and have never seen me before bye.” He bolt out like his life depends on it, ironic because his life did depends on it.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why didn’t Dario inform Vince that’s were out.” I panicked.

“That’s the problem, I didn’t tell him about it either.”

Fuck!!

We are in so much shit.

“And why aren’t you taking your calls?” Tricia glare at me like we could have avoided getting into trouble if I had picked, but I did not hear my phone ring.

I searched out my phone and indeed there were thirty five missed calls, I gasped.

This is so not good.

Not long enough, Dario barge the into the shop and immediately everywhere went silent. Of course he’s Vince brother, they move with dark aura.

He storm to our seat and pull Tricia up, he looks so angry, that mere looking at his face would have you running for your life. This is the first time I’m seeing Dario this angry.

He glanced my way and shook his head disappointed.

“My brother is really mad, you must find a way to calm him down. Let’s go.” He spoke harshly, not the usual playful looking Dario, I followed mutely behind them like a lost puppy.

Dario drove with speed that has me scared for my life, with two cars in front of us and another behind us hot on our trail.