I Love You, Salvatore Read online

  Regardless, he grabbed me and yanked me onto his lap again, making me squeal. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. “Sssh, calm down, I was only playing.”

  “You still smacked my culo—and hard.”

  “You’re exaggerating, and I smack it all the time.”

  “Not with me lying over your lap.”

  “Then maybe I should do it more often.”

  “No!”

  He laughed. “Such a little spitfire; I love that about you.”

  I stopped squirming on his lap, realizing it was making him hard. “Salvatore?”

  “I love everything about you.” He ran a hand over my breasts. “Always will, even when these are old and drooping.” He moved his hand to my face, running a finger under my eyes. “And I hope to see wrinkles here one day, because it’ll mean I still have you in my life.”

  A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. “Even if I’m as wrinkly as a Shar Pei?”

  “I won’t see the wrinkles; I’ll just see my beautiful Rosa.”

  “You’re such a sweet-talker.”

  “I mean it, Amore. You could have gray hair and false teeth, yet all I’ll see is my beautiful Rosa.” His smile widened. “Actually, when you have false teeth you’ll be able to take them out and suck my cock even better.”

  I laughed. “That’s if you’re still able to get hard, because by then you’ll be an old man.”

  “I won’t have any problems in that area,” he thrust his crotch up, his cock poking me, “because you’re my Viagra.”

  Smirking, I bounced on his lap. “Even at a hundred?”

  “I doubt I’ll live that long.”

  “Nope, you’re going to live to a hundred and be a grumpy old great-grandfather.”

  “While you’re going to have many great grandchildren, who you will boss around like you boss me.”

  I held out my hand. “Let’s shake on it.”

  “I’m going to do more than shake on it.” Picking me up, he carried me over to the couch and threw me onto it, making me squeal.

  He started flicking open the buttons on his shirt, his hungry eyes on me. “Get undressed.”

  I ran a finger down my front. “Or you can undress me.”

  He grinned, showing his pearly whites. “I’ll rip your clothes if you tease me like that,” he said, shrugging off his shirt.

  I bit my lip as my gaze lowered down his body. He’d started working out even more after Alessandro had beaten him in an arm wrestle, which I was incredibly happy about, because his body was the best I’d ever seen it. Like Alessandro, he had an eight-pack, something I’d learned only certain body types could achieve, which to me made him a god.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” I said.

  “And you, Signora Santini, shouldn’t swear.”

  “You swore.”

  “When?”

  “When you said to stop telling you to fucking remarry.”

  “A rare slip, because I don’t like swearing in front of such a lovely lady as yourself. But sometimes, you push all my curse word buttons.” He touched his crotch through his pants. “And I’d love you to push this one.”

  “I most certainly will,” I popped open my blouse buttons, revealing my lace-clad breasts, “and here’s two of my buttons.”

  A deep rumbling sound came from his chest as he flicked open the clasp on his pants, exciting me even more.

  “Treat me like a puttana,” I breathed out.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, unzipping his pants.

  “Sì.”

  “Then, I’ll have to take you shopping later.”

  “Why?”

  “To get you some new clothes.” He shoved his pants down, along with his underwear, his hard cock springing free. “Because I’m going to rip what you’re wearing.” He launched himself at me, his hands tearing at my clothing as his mouth ravaged mine. Before I knew it, his cock was inside of me, taking me with deep hard thrusts. I cried out, the feeling incredible.

  After a few minutes, he pulled out and picked me up, carrying me to his desk. He pushed all the papers off it and bent me over it, pressing my breasts against the wooden surface. Next thing, he had his cock back inside of me and was fucking me hard, so hard the desk started moving forward, the computer rattling on top. His fingers dug painfully into my hips, bruising them, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was how his cock was winding my pussy up, the pressure building rapidly.

  “Dio, Rosa,” he panted. “You feel exquisite.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him. He was staring down at his cock as it moved in and out of me. His lips were parted, while his eyes were glazed over, the erotic sight causing my pussy to clench. He gasped in response. I did it again, clenching my pussy around his cock as tight as I could.

  He let out a low groan, “You’re going to be the death of me.” Placing a hand on the small of my back, he started slamming into me, causing me to cry out. He pulled almost all the way out, dragging his cock against my walls, then slammed back in so hard that the desk knocked his chair over. I cried out again, the penetration sending shock waves through my body, pushing me over the edge. He roared behind me, practically lifting me off my feet, his cock filling me with cum.

  After a minute, he pulled out. He picked me up and swung me around, laying me on the desk. He grabbed a pen and started writing on my stomach.

  Surprised at what he was doing, I looked down at my stomach, his messy scrawl too hard to read upside down. “What are you writing?” I asked.

  “If I die, you’ll mourn me, but will also rejoice in the time we spent together, allowing me to live on through your memory.” He stopped writing and held the pen out for me to take. “Write what you want me to do if anything happened to you.”

  Taking the pen, I stood up and started writing across his stomach what he’d written on me. Once done, I held the pen out for him to take. “Write more.”

  He placed the tip of the pen on my right breast. “I will always love you....” He moved it to my left one, “even death cannot stop that.” He lowered the pen to my ribs. “I will also pray to God to let me into Heaven so I can see you again after your passing. I also want to look down over you and the children, making sure you are safe and happy.”

  I reached for his head, pulling it down so I could kiss him for that one, a tear breaking free.

  He pulled back and wiped the tear away, smiling sadly. “Your turn.”

  Taking the pen, I placed it to his chest, both writing and saying out loud, “If I die you will find a good woman to look after you and our children—”

  “Rosa!”

  I stopped writing and looked up at him. “Don’t interrupt me or I’ll write on your ass: ‘Smack me here’.”

  He shook his head at me, although a smile broke through.

  I resumed writing, “When I look down at you from Heaven, I want to see you smile at our children, seeing me through them. I also don’t want you to be lonely. You’re a beautiful man. You deserve happiness.”

  He took the pen off me, and spun me around, writing across my back, “If you find a good man after my passing, marry him,” he said, “but only if he looks at you with love and holds our children as I would. And if he doesn’t, I will return from the dead and drag him to Hell.”

  I laughed.

  He started writing across my ass.

  “Now what are you writing?” I asked.

  “You’ll soon find out.”

  I twisted my head around, trying to see. “Tell me now.”

  He threw the pen at the wall and picked me up as though I was a doll. He sat down on the couch, settling me on his lap. I went to turn around.

  “No, you don’t,” he said. “You stay facing that way.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to see what I wrote on your culo as you ride me.”

  “What does it say?”

  “Property of Salvatore Santini, insert cock here. I’ve also drawn an arrow.”

  I started
laughing. “You seriously wrote that?”

  “Sì, and more, because your culo has become peachy.”

  I smacked his leg. “I don’t have a big ass!”

  “I didn’t say it was big, I said peachy, and I like it.” He squeezed it. “It gives me more to grip onto. So push up, I want to insert...” he pushed a finger under me, touching my pussy, “...here.”

  Smiling, I rose up; surprised he’d gotten hard so quick. He placed his hands on my waist and lowered me down, making me take all of him. It felt like he was trying to break through the walls of my womb, his cock so big; my body so small.

  He slapped my ass. “Ride me.”

  “Ouch!” I shot him a glare over my shoulder. “I told you not to smack my culo!”

  He grinned. “I’m just following the instructions.” He ran a hand over my ass cheek. “It said to smack here.”

  “Cheeky.”

  “Precisely, it’s very cheeky.” He slapped my ass again. “So, ride me, puttana.”

  My eyes widened. “You just called me a whore!”

  His grin grew. “You told me to treat you like one, so you can’t say I didn’t give you what you wanted. Now, ride my cock.”

  I shook my head at him, though I did precisely what he said. I started riding him, making him groan sexily. I smiled, watching his cock move in and out of me, the sounds he was making spurring me on. The rub, the pull, the heat… My smile dropped as the feeling built up again, his cock steering me to another orgasm. Unlike what that doctor had said all those years ago, our bodies were made for each other. He fit me like no one else could, Salvatore my one and only.

  2014

  3 months before the attack

  It was Piero’s fifth birthday, while Mia had turned four only a few days prior. My two lovely children were playing on the floor with their cousins. Piero looked like a replica of Salvatore, while Mia was a mini-me, our bambini completing our lives.

  Salvatore came up behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifted me off my feet.

  “Salvatore! Put me down.”

  His brothers laughed behind us, one of the twins yelling, “Get a room!”

  As soon as Salvatore put me down, I turned around and shushed Dominic, knowing it was him. Salvatore’s twenty-nine-year-old brother was incredibly rude, his mouth rarely censored. Signor Scruffy grinned at me, looking like he’d made the funniest joke. He was such a messy person. His brown hair was all over the place, his jeans halfway down his ass, and his body tattooed and pierced to oblivion. He even had a small bullring in his nose. I shook my head at him, getting an even bigger grin in return.

  I took hold of Salvatore’s hand and pulled him over to the couch, sitting us down in front of the children. Several feet in front of us, Anna’s three-year-old son climbed up onto the table and started digging into Piero’s birthday cake. Anna rushed over, pulling Bruno off the table. He started wailing in her arms, the chubby little boy demanding more cake.

  Piero and Mia ignored their cousin, too enthralled with the toy ship Salvatore had bought for Piero’s birthday. Our son was fascinated with pirates; he was even dressed like one, his peaked hat almost poking his sister in the eye.

  “They are perfect,” I said, feeling so happy.

  “Because they came from you.” Salvatore kissed my cheek.

  “Such a sweet-talker. No wonder all the girls wanted you in high school.”

  He pulled me onto his lap and placed his lips to my ear. “They wanted me for my body, not my words.”

  I smiled wide. “So true, but I got you.”

  “Because you were the fairest of them all.”

  “Are you making a joke about how pale I am?”

  “Would I say such a thing?”

  I smacked his arm playfully. “All the time.”

  “How do you want me to make it up to you?”

  “Later tonight I can…” I whispered into his ear the rest of the sentence, my suggestion that I suck his cock making him groan. I smacked his leg, shushing him.

  Piero turned to his father. “What did Mamma say Papà?”

  “Nothing for your ears, figlio.”

  Piero jumped to his feet. “You’re always whispering to each other.” He climbed onto my lap, squashing me between him and Salvatore.

  Mia scrambled to her feet and ran for us, pushing Piero off me to get onto my lap. Piero yelled out and went for her. Screaming, Mia turned to her brother and started hitting him. I pulled her to one side, while Salvatore grabbed Piero, who was still yelling at his sister. Salvatore lifted Piero high, making him squeal. Mia pulled away from me and grabbed onto her father’s leg, shouting, “Lift me! Lift me!”

  Salvatore moved Piero under one arm and grabbed Mia, my big man dwarfing them. He smiled wide at me, looking so happy...

  ...something that didn’t last.

  One

  Month later

  Salvatore’s father fell ill

  Specialists were brought in

  But they couldn’t find what was wrong with him

  The Don grew weaker by the day

  While Salvatore grew sadder

  His happy demeanor

  Disappearing

  Then more bad news came

  Two

  Months later

  Two Landi children were murdered

  The teenage girls were crucified in a mafia slaying

  The Landi Don wrongly blamed my brother-in-law’s family

  As a result, he attacked them

  Our men grabbed their guns

  And went in

  To help Sergio’s family

  Escape the wrath of the Landi Don

  I watched as Salvatore, four of his brothers, and Anna’s husband headed for the front door with a troop of soldiers, Ricardo leading the way. Salvatore was behind him, slipping a gun into his holster, sending fear right through me.

  I was standing back with the other women in the house. We weren’t supposed to interfere or complain, but seeing Salvatore with that gun terrified me. I broke away from the others and ran to him, calling out his name. He stopped at the door and looked back at me as his brothers exited the house. Apart from Anna’s husband, he was the only other father and husband going. I didn’t think it was right that he was risking his life when he had such young children, especially since they had plenty of soldiers to take his place.

  I came to a stop in front of him. “You don’t need to go with them, they have enough.”

  “I have to.”

  “No, you don’t. Let your brothers and the soldiers deal with it. You have two young children you’re responsible for. Plus, Luciano’s not going.”

  “Luciano’s a sole parent, and I’ll be fine. I’m just helping to get the Rossos to safety.”

  “Then, why have you got a gun?”

  “You know I always carry when I go out.”

  “Not two guns and the others are packing an arsenal.”

  “Look, I don’t have time to argue with you.” He took a hold of my face and kissed me on the forehead, then turned, heading out of the house.

  I followed him. “Salvatore! I need you here.”

  “I’ll be back by dinner,” he said, jumping down the front steps. He strode across the driveway to a dark four wheel drive parked behind four others. One of the soldiers opened the back door for him.

  “Salvatore!” I yelled.

  He ignored me and climbed in, the soldier closing the door behind him. I yelled out again, furious as his car drove off. A hand touched me from behind. Still angry, I spun around, ready to snap at whoever it was. Instead, I clamped my mouth shut at the site of Salvatore’s mother’s disapproving look.

  “Rosa, you’ve been married to Salvatore for sixteen years,” she said. “You should know by now when it comes to mafia business, you don’t interfere.”

  “This isn’t business, this is war. Why are you even allowing your own sons to go? That’s what the soldiers are for.”

  “In times of war all the men take part.”


  “A war we should have no part in. This is the Rossos’ business, not ours.”

  “The Rossos became a part of our famiglia when Anna married Sergio, so we must protect them. If we were being attacked, they would do the same for us.”

  “Salvatore has children; he should be here like Luciano. There are plenty of other men who could’ve gone in his place.”

  “Our children are safe, the Rosso children aren’t. My sons are going to get them and the other Rossos to safety. They’re not going into battle—”

  “But the guns—”

  “You know they’re armed every time they leave the property.”

  “Ricardo was holding a machine gun.”

  She placed her hands on my arms, the woman dwarfing me. “That is why mafia marries other mafia. If Salvatore had married Selena she would be like Anna, waiting inside the house for him to return.”

  “I am mafia now! I just love Salvatore more than any woman has ever loved a man. And if he dies, I will die too.”

  She smiled. “Even when you were eleven I knew you would be trouble.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “Because of how much you upset Salvatore when you called me a criminal.”

  “I—”

  “Don’t try to explain why you said it, I am a criminal, and it wasn’t what I was referring to. I just had a feeling you were going to cause a lot of trouble. The way Salvatore reacted to you back then. You broke his heart calling me a criminal, even though it was true. I think he was besotted with you even when you two were eleven.”

  “No, that came later; otherwise he wouldn’t have ignored me for months.”

  “He ignored you because I told him you were right.”

  “You told an eleven-year-old boy his own famiglia were criminals?”

  “He needed to learn what we are and deal with it. You also need to learn what you are: a mafia wife. So, go inside and look after your children, because that’s what us women do.”

  “That’s a bit archaic.”

  “So, you don’t consider it your job to be a mother?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then, get back in there and look after your husband’s children.”

  I exhaled loudly, knowing I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her, plus Salvatore was gone. I headed inside, crossing the foyer and lounge. I ignored Anna’s questions about what was wrong, and headed up the staircase to my children’s room. I entered it, finding Piero and Mia playing with their Lego. Piero looked up at me with a giant smile, while Mia got to her feet and ran at me, my little girl grabbing onto my legs.