Married to the mafia boss Series

Carmelo didn’t move a muscle for the entirety of my nap. I look over at the clock on the bedside table that reads seven in the morning. I slept through the night.

I look up to find Carmelo’s eyes wide open. His body alert and his arms protectively cradling me against him.

“Carmelo?”

“Hmm?” He hums in response.

“Tell me something about you.”

“What?”

“Well, I feel like I don’t know much about you.”

“I’m a very private man.”

He always has been, even when I knew him as a teenager, he was quiet and mysterious. He did good listening and doing as he was told, but he was never one to talk and give orders himself. As far as I know Carmelo didn’t come from a rich family. His father a low ranked soldier while, from what I remember, his mother was an outsider which is still frowned upon.

“What would you like to know?”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“A twin brother.”

“What?” I push off against his chest to look to see if he’s wearing that smirk that is a tell sign that he’s joking or lying. “Seriously?” How did I not know this?

“Giorgio. He lives in Las Vegas. He’s a soldier there.”

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Carmelo shakes his head. “Fraternal twins.”

“I can’t believe this. You’ve never mentioned a brother before!”

“There was never any reason to bring it up.”

“What else don’t I know about you?” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I play the violin.”

“You do not. Now you’re just messing with me.”

Carmelo places me next to him in bed and stands up. While I would normally admire his sculpted backside, I’m afraid I’ve offended him.

He digs in his closet until he pulls out a black, leather violin case. From there he pulls out a beautiful, wooden violin and bow. He tucks the instrument under his chin and begins to play the most beautiful tune I’ve ever heard in all my existence.

I sit on his bed in awe of the large killer before me playing the violin with such expertise while naked. I close my eyes and let my mind wander getting swept up into the musical genius of whatever classical song he is playing. It’s rich with emotion and intense with adrenaline that gives you a high and makes you want more.

When Carmelo finishes and we both open our eyes, it’s as if we have both re-entered our bodies from this out-of-body experience.

We stare for a few minutes gathering our thoughts before I ask, “What was that you played?”

Carmelo shrugs, “It was something I made up when I was younger.”

“You composed that?” My eyebrows raise.

“Yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, like he always does when he’s nervous.

“Carmelo, that was beautiful. You could play in symphonies you’re that good!”

“Thanks,” he places his violin back in its case and the beautiful instrument goes back into storage on his closet shelf. “What about you? Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Well, I already told you one of them,” I chuckle with unease. “I guess I’ve always wanted to be a therapist. I took quite a liking to psychology when I was in my senior year of high school. In my free time I like to look up new literature and research studies.”

“I could see you being a therapist.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he sits on the edge of the bed. “Remember when Liliana was struggling with the concept of marrying Antonio. You’re the one who helped her through that. You even tried being there for her while you were dealing with Luca.”

“I think of Liliana like my baby sister. Not to mention I’m her daughter’s godmother!” I radiate with pride. “Although, I didn’t give her the best advice. I basically told her giving her husband a blowjob will make him do anything,” I snicker.

Carmelo laughs at that. “Anything?”

“Men are always at a woman’s disposal when she controls his orgasm,” I say seductively as I climb across the bed and grab the base of his now hardening member. I place my lips around the tip and Carmelo throws his head back in pleasure. Completely at my disposal.