A Mob Boss's Heirs (Book 3 of New York Mafia Trilogy)

58. His Style Of Loving Her

Tristan watched her trembling. She was scared and she should have been. Vincenzo called him the soulless devil when he did hand out punishments. Vienna knew she was in deep trouble if he was the judge of her actions. He didnt show mercy to anyone ... but of course for his beautiful delicate queen, he bent the rules as much as he could but trying to teach her what she was missing.

Tristan didnt want to make her scared of him. That wasnt his aim. Why was she so nervous?  So Tristan then walked away towards his desk. He picked up a sheet of paper and brought it to Vienna. Breaking eye contact helped Vienna to compose herself slightly. He put the paper in front of her "Here. Write down the following until I am satisfied ..."

Vienna needed an excuse to look away and grabbed the pen ready to write. She heard him say " Write this down and say it out loud ..... Tristan O'Neil would never hurt Vienna Rosario. He loves her to death. Anyone who doubts that, would regret it."

Vienna froze as she heard his words. She shakily looked up. She saw the hint of softness in his eyes. He was the same Tristan. He was showing her that she didnt need to fear him.

Tristan's softness in his eyes disappeared instantly and he turned serious with warning in his tone "Private Rosario, I don't like to be kept waiting after I give an order. You are close to getting a third strike unless you start writing... and say the words out loud. If I am kept waiting you wont enjoy the consequences even though I wont hurt you..."

Vienna took a deep breath and looked down. She didnt need to be warned again. The dangerous glint in his eyes said he meant every word. Tristan was a discipline master like Vincenzo. They took no nonsense at all. She found the writing distracting from her situation. She wrote and read the words out loud. She had no idea how she pulled the strings of Tristan's heart every time she read his name out loud. Tristan walked to the window watching over the camp as he was listening to her reading her lines. Everytime she said his name, he felt pleasure, pure pleasure. Her lips said his name and not with hate. Her lips said his name and said what he wanted her to believe truly. He was never going to hurt her and he hoped she locked away her doubts...

He walked away to the open kitchen in the corner and Vienna glanced up looking at him as she stopped writing.

Tristan smiled as he was walking away. He knew his footsteps got her attention. Watching him walk away mattered to her and that satisfied him. He demanded "Carry on writing Private Rosario or you get a third strike. You do know what three strikes in one day mean. Don't you?" He then chuckled to himself as he heard her getting back to writing. He then reprimanded himself for threatening her like that. Over his dead body she was ever going to get hurt on his watch.. He was going to make sure he taught her lessons if she did wrong in his eyes but he was never going to force her to keep those snakes company in that strike three punishment cabin. That was for offenders who deserved it.

As Vienna was writing she noticed him getting close. He ordered "Enough writing. Look up Private Rosario."

Vienna stopped writing and looked up. She was surprised to see what he was carrying towards the desk. He was carrying a tray with two lemons, a sugar packet, a glass of water and a juicer on a tray. He put down the tray and stated " private Rosario, I am more fond of practical learning and not so keen on theoretical lessons. Therefore, I feel that in order for you to remember your lesson, you make lemonade right now. After you do this, I let you go. I think you need to prove to me in practice that you have learnt some lessons.... Do you have any objections to making me lemonade?"

Vienna shook her head "No."

Vienna was confused but wary. He was talking in riddles but she did get the hint. If you were given a chance you weren't to waste it. Making lemonade out of lemons was a lessons he wasnt going to forget.... She gladly grabbed the lemons and started making lemonade. She couldnt believe he was going to let her walk out just like that. She counted herself lucky and knew others didnt have privileges that she had.

He walked closer to her and  stood behind her chair. He watched her cutting the two lemons in half. He smiled as he whispered "Knives are fascinating. You can cut fruit with them and make lemonade. But they can be used for other purposes too. Knives are multipurpose peculiar devices. You could cut up fruit and kill with the same knife.

Vienna shuddered at his words and pressed her lips. He was speaking the truth but truth hurt.

He stood next to her and put one hand on the desk as he leaned on his side as he was watching her making lemonade using the juicer. He continued " So just what you don't suspect can be of use to you and benefit you. Not everything is what it seems. What can kill can save you and what can save you can kill too." He then thought to himself " You are killing me by looking away now. Those pair of eyes give me life and can kill me too. The day you say you don't love me a part of me would be dead but I fight to survive. No matter how hard you try to avoid me and push me away because it's the safe option, I will come after you.,.. you are mine and mine only."

Vienna poured the content of the juicer into the glass of water. She added the sugar and mixed it with a spoon.

Tristan stated "Thank you Private Rosario. You may go after finishing drinking your lemonade." He took a step away from her as he walked to the door trying not to keep her behind any longer. She made him feel pleasure by just breathing the same air as him in that room. He didnt think he deserved to be so close to her. Was he taking too much advantage of her just because he was in position of authority in that survival camp. Maybe he was enjoying it too much. Was that allowed to enjoy it being this close to her. He wanted to get to enjoy it more next week too for sure. He stood at the door and put his hand on the handle as he stared at her standing form.

She had brought the glass of lemonade to her lips. She knew she couldnt question his orders. She didnt want to push her luck even though she wanted him to taste the lemonade.

Tristan sighed. Even though he wanted to badly taste what she made, he stated "I hope you enjoy your glass.... You taste it. You made it. You earned it Private Rosario."

Vienna smiled weakly and drank from the glass... as she was looking into his eyes. She found the lemonade really tasty. As she reached half way, she stopped drinking... To his surprise, she started walking towards him slowly. She stated gratefuly "Thank you for the ... corrections."

Tristan expected her to finish drinking and leave as she reached him close to the door but she didnt finish her glass. Once she reached him, she looked into his eyes shyly and offered the glass to him. "Its really nice. You should taste it too...."

Tristan stated "Those were Sicilian lemons... Of course they are tasty.... Didnt I teach you not to question me Private Rosario.... I pretend I didnt hear you questioning me.... I think you have gone through enough corrections and discipline for one day.  Do watch the disciplinary hearings out there and watch your step because I am keeping a close eye on you..." He thought to himself "Oh, I would love to chase you, my gorgeous queen.... Drink the lemonade Private Rosario..."

Vienna breathed "I like to share it with you.... Taste it" It was true. She felt bad for drinking a heavenly tasting lemonade that he had encouraged her to make.

Tristan thought to himself "I prefer to kiss your lips but if this comes as close as tasting your lips, you don't need to ask twice, my love." He nodded "Thank you Private Rosario for thinking of sharing this glass with me. I hope we can share much more one day. Lets hope we get closer one day..."

Tristan smiled and reached his hand to the glass. Vienna was still thinking of his words and didnt let go of the glass. That was when their hands touched. He lost his breath as his fingers brushed against hers. He wished she didn't tease him like that. He stared into her beautiful eyes and whispered "Don't play with fire, Private Rosario... Teasing me has consequences too... Watch your conduct around me or you will regret it."