THE MAFIA’S HEIR

BIANCA’S POV

“Oh my fucking God!” He released a loud sigh as his head fell back to the bed. His chest heaved high and low as he tried to regulate his breathing. ‘That was one interesting session’, my subconscious said, and I couldn’t help but agree. I felt so satisfied from the joy of pleasuring him to his own satisfaction.

I stood from my kneeling position with a little sting of pain in my knee cap, but it wasn’t something too serious. Hopping onto the bed to join his presumed tired figure, I was suprised when he reached out and pulled me to himself.

“Babe.” He muttered, sniffing my neck and dropping wet kisses along the slender curve of it. Oh God.

“Manuel… we can’t, remember?” I muttered.

“Who said we have to?” He giggled like a boy, making me smile. What was he up to…. or rather, down to, now? He kept going lower and that was when I realized what he wanted to do, regardless of the fact that it had been my move just moments ago.

“Manuel, no.” I whispered with great difficulty, truly wanting to feel his tongue down there again, after a while.

“Why?”

“You do not have to return the favour.” I sighed.

“And you did me a favour?” He queried. “I would tick that off, as a grammatical error. But then, who says I can’t satisfy my wife because I truly want to?”

“But then…”

“But what?” He cut me off once more.

“What if…” I muttered, feeling a little too embarrassed to talk.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his face contouring in worry almost immediately.

“I am!” I rushed out. “I just don’t…. I just don’t want you to go down on me and have my blood in your mouth.”

“You’re still spotting?”

“Well…. no. But, it’s not been up to a week since it stopped. Let’s just…”

“Let’s just have fun baby.” He smiled. “I don’t mind if I have your blood in my mouth.” He shrugged, trying to raise my night wear up to expose my pussy to him. Was this man crazy?! I wanted to smile and cry at the same time.

“But I mind. I am embarrassed.” I muttered.

“And I owe you the respect of backing off when you begin to feel that way.” He sighed, a small smile of understanding on his face. “I would just go have a warm bath, and return to cuddle you to sleep.”

“You are too good to be true.” I grinned. “Actually, you are too good to be Manuel.”

“You are too good to be true.” He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on the lip. “You’re too wonderful to be Manuel Russo’s wife.” He grinned equally, before hopping down the bed and heading towards the bathroom. He remained there for some minutes, before eventually stepping out with a towel, wrapped too low around his waist. Why did this man love to tempt and be equally tempted?

“You could bore a hole into my body with those eyes of yours.” He smiled to himself.

“Your towel could fall off your waist, don’t you think so too?” I asked, making him finally burst into laughter.

“No.” He said, shaking his head in disagreement. “I don’t think so.”

“You’re just a liar.” I gave a scoff and turned to face the other side of the bed. I remained that way until he was done dressing up and joined me in bed.

“Can we talk?” He whispered into my ears, making me turn to look at him.

“What about?”

“Ws shouldn’t just pretend that nothing happened today.” He sighed.

“We’re not pretending.” I shrugged. “Well, I am not pretending. It’s not even something we can pretend didn’t happen. I am just waiting for you to want to talk about it. I’m giving you the liberty of choice. You should be the one to decide when you want to speak about it.” I explained.

“But I thought we were already speaking about it earlier on?”

“No, we weren’t. I was simply apologizing for keeping silent on you.”

“Well, I want to talk about the current issue on ground now.” He shrugged. “With you.” He added.

“Fine.” It was supposed to be a statement, but it came out as a question. I truly didn’t know how I felt about this issue. I was scared. Yes, I know I was scared.

“Babe.” He held my hand in his, and caressed the back of my palm with his thumb. “Picking another over you, is simply impossible. That could never happen.” He placed his hand underneath my chin and raised my head to look at him. “And I’m particularly flattered that you do not wish to lose me to anyone else.” He smiled. “That feeling is very much mutual, I’m sure you know already.”

“Hmmm.” I nodded, a small smile on my face. I was glad Manuel had been all possessive over me earlier today, but I really wasn’t happy about the fact he had hurt Massimo. And what was it with him thinking that Massimo had feelings for me? I also didn’t understand the reason why Massimo failed to correct his notions. Massimo had told me about his love interest before, and I didn’t fit into that description. What was going on? “About… Massimo.” I began.

“Don’t tell me you knew all along?” He said flatly.

“I think you’re getting it all wrong.” I muttered. “Massimo isn’t in love with me.”

“I know what I saw Bianca. The man was close to tears when I looked at him. All the while, his eyes had been on you.”

“Something isn’t right here.” I shook my head, trying to make a meaning out of it all. I wanted to tell Manuel that Massimo and I have had that discussion about his love interest before, but I didn’t want to rile him up. He was already on the edge, thinking Massimo had betrayed him.

“Something definitely isn’t.” He shrugged. “Of all women, why did Massimo want you?”

“That is a secondary issue, let’s face the main issue here.” I muttered, and he sighed. “Are you going to marry Francesca?”

“Are you crazy?!” He blurted out in a mix of shock and amusement. “Bianca?” He looked at me, but I quickly looked away. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I don’t know?” I rushed out.

“That’s crazy. Your thoughts are crazy. Why would I even contemplate marrying her? I have a wife already.”

“I know!” I rushed out, feeling stupid for my assumptions. What was I even thinking? Pregnancy hormones got me overthinking things. Manuel would definitely never do that to me.

“Bianca,” He softly called out to me. “Calm down.” He chuckled, which only annoyed me. I was trying to be calm here! “I could never marry Francesca, when I have you. Also, I want to know your own thoughts, before going ahead to take responsibilities for the child she is carrying.”

“Manuel, no!” I rushed out. “I would never ask you to abandon your own child. Never.” I sighed. “I just don’t want to share you with another woman. I know another child that is not mine, would be a difficult change to adjust to, but I’m ready to do so. Those are part of the challenges that comes with marriage, I guess. I am ready to accept him or her into this home, and do my best to show him as much love as I would show my own child. I am saying this, not because I plan on taking Francesca’s child away from her, but because I assume no Russo child would be trained outside Russo.”

“I understand you.” He nodded. “Your assumptions are not wrong though. But things may turn out to be a little different in this case. Francesca also belongs to a strong mafia family like ours. Her father may not let his grandchild be taken out of their home. More so, to be trained by a family he detests.”

“Ohhh…” My mouth took the shape of an ‘o’.

“Yes.” He nodded. “That may even be better off for us. That way, Francesca’s drama would be far away from our home. If the child stays here with us, it simply means she would always be here as well. And you know what that means.”

“Hmmm.” I nodded. I also didn’t want all of her drama. “But you know you have to speak with her about this at the end of the day, right? And you have to do it on time, so she doesn’t begin to think that you rejected the baby.”

“True.”

“But why does Francesca’s father hate Russo? What scores does he have with you guys?”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“It’s a long story babe.” He sighed.

“And I’m all ears. I really want to know as much as I should know about my new family. That way, I feel like I’m really a part of everything.”

“Hmmm.” He nodded. “I would tell you about a lot of things tonight then. But let’s start with the first. The rival between the Russos and Ferraris. Or rather, the reason the Ferraris hate the Russos.”

“So Russo doesn’t hate them as well?” I asked, slightly confused.

“We actually don’t. But we do not love them either, and that is because we cannot ignore the fact that they hate us. A saying goes.. ‘You can’t be allies with your enemies’.” He shrugged. “So the whole thing started many years back.”

“Okay.” I muttered, my whole attention on him.

“Yes. So it happened that my uncle; Dante….”

“You mean your cousin; Dante’s father?”

“Yes. Well, you already know that all first sons were named after their fathers. Just like my father and I, Alexander’s father and him, Anthonio’s father and him….” He trailed off. That reminds me, he was yet to speak with Anthonio. But I knew this wasn’t the best time to talk about that.

“Yes, so?”

“So, uncle Dante fell in love with a certain upperclass lady. Her name was Maria Rossi. Maria was caught in a love triangle between my uncle and none other than Francisco Ferrari.”

“My goodness!” I rushed out in suprise.

“Yeahhh.” He drawled. “She obviously liked uncle Dante more, but somehow fell pregnant for Francisco.”

“Goodness. Uncle Dante would have been so heartbroken.”

“You bet, he was. They had already started dating when he found out she was pregnant for Francisco. She was forced to marry Francisco for the sake of their child. It was just like the case of we and Anthonio, but the difference was that Maria truly loved uncle Dante more. And I guess that always remained a problem in her marriage with Francisco, even after uncle Dante got married to auntie Annalise. Maria was still in love with my uncle.”

“So that is why there is friction between both families?” I asked, the whole thing sounding so petty in my head.

“No, that’s not all. Something more happened. Many years later, Maria and auntie Annalise had a serious altercation during an event both families had attended. It was clear that Maria still loved uncle Dante, even after 9 years in marriage. Uncle Dante had ended up taking his wife’s side, as he was supposed to. He warned Maria never to come close to auntie Annalise again. Francisco had been angry as well, and he got into a physical fight with uncle Dante.”

“Are they children?! Oh God! Behaving like yourself and Anthonio.” I shook my head in disbelief and he chuckled.

“Well, something tragic happened the week following their fight.”

“What happened?”

“Maria died.”

“Oh my goodness!” That was a shocking turn of event. My mind was harboring so much thoughts in that moment. “And Francisco thinks Dante did it? He would never do that to a woman he once loved.” I shook my head in disbelief, hoping that Manuel was going to confirm my thoughts.

“Well, it’s becomes more complicated than that because she died in a car accident. Another car had driven straight into hers. Guess whose car had smashed into hers?” He asked, but I wasn’t quick enough to give an answer, before he answered his own question. “One of the men working under Russo.”

“No!” My hand went over my lips. Now, that was as complicated as could be.

“Yes.” He nodded. “And since then, Francisco has hated the Russo family, claiming that uncle Dante killed his wife because he couldn’t have her.”

“But Dante loves auntie Annalise, right?” I asked, hoping he would give a positive response.

“Well, I wouldn’t really say so.” He shrugged. “Though they had an arranged marriage, they have stayed together for long. That is until a while back, when they tried to file for a divorce. But given that Nonno is too strict about marriage, they haven’t been able to. So, I can’t really be sure that uncle Dante loves her. Plus, I’m not as close to him, as I am with uncle Alexander.”

“Hmmm. This is quite a case.”

“I think there are a lot of things we should talk about as well. Many things you are yet to know about Russo. I should let you know about them. We may not be able to talk about it all tonight, but I would tell you as much as I can.”

“Great!” I smiled widely, feeling my heart go warm. I was really a Russo now. “So where do we start?”

“Let’s start with a certain unknown enemy, whom has caused us a lot of problems lately. We call him ‘X’.”