Son of the Boss

Thirst

"Focus on Monica." Adolfo says.

"Monica is entertaining herself back in Venice. She'll be just fine without me until it's time."

"Her family wants to speed things up with the wedding."

My eyes narrow. "Her family or you?"

"Both." He shrugs and ashes the cigar. "We're ready to get this moving."

"How soon?" My jaw clenches. I had planned on this not being for at least another year.

"Two or three months."

"I need more time."

"I don't care what you need, Alessio. You'll marry her and then I want you to move back to Italy."

"That was not part of the agreement!" I snap and feel Anna touch my shoulder.

"I can do whatever I want. I'm still Don and if I want you to move back to Italy until I die, you'll do it."

"I never asked for this."

Adolfo laughs deeply. "None of us did, son."

Anna and I stand there in silence as he walks past us into the house. I can feel my entire body tingling with rae.

"You can't keep acting like this, Alessio." Anna speaks up.

"I don't care what he wants, Anna. I deserve to have a say in my own life. Mafia or not."

"You know it doesn't work that way for you."

"I'm aware."

"I'm going to be heading out to Italy in two weeks to handle some stuff with Alonzo and visit. Do you want to go?"

I shake my head. "I'm not leaving, Olivia."

She nods and steps off the patio. "I get it, Alessio, just make sure you don't let this drag on. Don't hurt Olivia."

I watch for a moment as she heads out towards her car and look back up towards my bedroom where Olivia still is.

I don't want her to hate me but I know my actions have upset her.

I head into the house and up the stairs. My bedroom door is still slightly propped from when I left.

"Olivia."

I look in through the crack of the door and see her flat on her back.

Her long dark hair is a complete mess around her face. I can hear her snoring a little under her arm tossed on her face.

Always sleeping.

I walk closer to her and sit on the edge of the bed. I reach out and brush my fingers against the exposed skin of her waist.

Her plump, pink lips are parted slightly and cheeks have a bit of a rose tint to them.

She has such an angelic look. I don't understand how someone so perfect and stunning would think otherwise.

She stirs and stretches her arms. "Alessio?"

"I'm here." I lean and kiss her head.

"Don't leave." She whines out and wraps her arms tightly against my neck.

I pull her close to me and press her stomach to my own. "I won't, baby. I'm sorry."

"I missed you so much."

I pull back a little and press her mouth to my own. I feel my own need and desire for her take over.

The want I have for her never ending or subsiding.

I feel myself slipping off the edge and I know if I don't get it under control it will be harder to slow down.

I want to match her pace. I need her to take charge.