Chapter 19: Convenient Mafia Wife: Chapter 19

New York City, New York Five Families RAFAELLE After texting Lara to tell her she is in charge of Neri’s morning routine, I wake my wife with kisses.

To her soft, delectable pussy.

‘No, Raff. I’m sore,’ she complains.

But she’s the one enthusiastically riding me fifteen minutes later. I tell her I love her just before her pussy walls tighten around my cock like a vice.

Giulia’s shout, ‘I love you, Raff,’ as she comes, sends me over the edge right along with her.

My beautiful wife soaks in a hot bath while I shower and is still floating, her gorgeous tits peeking through the bubbles when I’m finished dressing.

‘Are you ever going to get out?’ I tease.

‘Not anytime soon. My appointment with the OB isn’t until after lunch.’

No doubt she made it to coincide with our son’s nap. Giulia is a doting and present mother, so different from my own. My wife spends as much time with our son as her schedule allows.

We both do, but he definitely sees more of his mother.

‘I talked to your brother last night on the flight over from Vegas. He said the target was his fiancée and not even her sister. That doesn’t mean his enemies won’t go after other women in his family, but he’s downgraded security from red to yellow.’

‘Oh, joy. That means I get to take eight guards with me to the doctor’s office.’

‘I didn’t say I agreed with Severu’s assessment,’ I remind her.

Giulia has been my wife for six years. It is time she stopped seeing her brother as an authority in her life.

‘Do you?’ She crosses her arms over her chest.

She does that when she’s mad because she knows how much I enjoy seeing her naked tits. My wife is a firecracker and I love her.

‘I do.’

Giulia rolls her eyes. ‘Does that mean you aren’t going to cart me back to Las Vegas as soon as I’m dressed?’

‘We can stay until Sunday, like you planned.’

‘Good. I didn’t want to reschedule my appointment.’

‘About that. Are you sure you are ready to try for another baby?’ I’m not taking anything for granted with my wife again.

Her hands sliding away from her breasts, she sits up in the water. ‘Aren’t you?’

‘My willingness to be a father again is not in question.’

‘I want more children, Raff. I just didn’t want them too close together.’

I kneel beside the tub and cup her face because I can’t not touch her. ‘I know. What I’m asking is if it’s still too close? You don’t have to take the IUD out yet. They’re safe for five years, aren’t they?’

‘Actually, the copper one I have can remain in the uterus for up to ten years.’

Neri is only three. ‘Which means that the only thing that matters is if you want to remove it.’

‘I decided to have it removed before my trip, remember?’

‘But did you make that decision because you want another baby right now, or because you felt obligated to fulfill our father’s agreement?’

She doesn’t answer immediately, which lets me know she’s thinking about it. I don’t assume either way. I’m done making assumptions with my wife. Which is why I’m asking.

‘I want another baby. I’d like our children to be close enough to share their childhood.’

A feeling very much like joy surges through me. ‘Okay, then. I will accompany you to your doctor.’ As well as a full compliment of my men.

‘Lara said she would talk to Matteo about using some of Severu’s people for the detail.’

‘I brought enough guards to keep you and our son safe.’ Giulia has a four-person security team with her, including Lara. I brought an additional eight.

I’m taking no chances with my wife and son’s safety.

Neri is overjoyed to see me when Giulia and I finally leave the room. We play with our son until lunch time, though I have to take a few calls and answer some emails. It’s not as bad as it would have been a year ago, when I started training a both a junior CEO for our legitimate businesses and promoted one of my men to consigliere, giving us a council of three.

My man acts more as my second in command. Eventually, my father is going to have to hand the reins over officially. But until he does, I will make the necessary work arounds.

He and I don’t see eye-to-eye on how to run the business, but he is still my father and the don. I made my vow to him the same as every other made man.

GIULIA I knew having Raff with me to get my IUD removed wasn’t the best idea, but there was no leaving him behind. I tried, suggesting he take the time to get some work done.

I swear sometimes no is my husband’s favorite word. That must be where our son gets it from.

‘You are not going into the exam room with me.’

‘I went to your appointments when you were pregnant.’

‘That was different.’

‘How?’

I’m stumped. Then it comes to me. ‘Because at those appointments, you got to hear the baby’s heartbeat and see the ultrasounds.’

Which he insisted on having at every single appointment.

‘Yes, I did, but that is not the only reason I accompanied you.’

Here we go. ‘Why else then?’

‘Because no one is looking at your pussy without me present. Man, or woman.’

‘You make Cro-Magnon man look advanced sometimes, cuore mio.’

The expression that comes over Raff’s face when I call him my heart would be frightening. If I didn’t know all that intensity is out of love for me.

But the man looks like he wants to eat me.

Right here.

‘Not happening,’ I tell him.

He looks like he’s considering convincing me otherwise, but finally he nods. Phew!

However, I don’t try to convince him to stay in the waiting room when the nurse leads me back to the exam room.

‘Remember, there might be some mild cramping after the removal, but it’s nothing to worry about.’

I nod, but Raff frowns. ‘Should you give her something for the pain?’

‘No,’ I say before my OB has a chance to answer. ‘I’ll be fine, Raff.’

‘That is what you said when you were in labor. You were not fine.’

‘Getting my birth control removed is nothing like giving birth, trust me.’

He frowns, but inclines his head in acquiescence.

It only takes a few minutes for the doctor to remove the device. And she’s right. I cramp. It’s not so mild and because I’m no wilting flower, I tell her so.

Neither of us is prepared for Raff’s reaction.

‘Get her some pain meds,’ he barks, his hand going to his gun.

Oh, crap.

I grab his arm and pull him toward me. ‘I would rather have you hold me.’

He slips both arms around me like I wanted him to and cradles me gently to him, but whatever expression is on his face has my usually unperturbable doctor ordering her nurse to get six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen in a tone I’ve never heard the OB use.

I’m glad to see they are in gel caps. The pain meds will take effect faster.

My cramps are already lessening by the time we reach the armored car Raff insisted on buying for my first trip to New York. It remains in storage in parking garage between trips, although my husband has told my brother to use it if necessary.

Why did I ever think Raff does not love me? The man is obsessively protective.

‘You will not go through that again,’ Raff pronounces as we pull into traffic. ‘After you have our next child, I will get a vasectomy.’

‘Don’t you think that’s a little over the top?’

He looks at me like I’m the one being unreasonable. ‘No. That I am allowing you to give birth a second time is enough. There will be no other pain for you.’

‘Life doesn’t work like that.’

‘It will for you.’

Yanking his head toward me with both of my hands, I kiss my husband silly. He takes over, but refuses to raise the privacy partition so we can take things further. ‘Your safety and comfort are more important than an orgasm,’ he informs me.

‘I love you, cuore mio.’

‘There needs to be a stronger word than love. You own my soul, amate.’

‘Whatever that word is, I feel it too,’ I tell him.

And he kisses me again.

But he still won’t raise the privacy partition.

Bossy, wonderful, protective man!