Page 28 of Days Of Valentino

“So you thought it’d be a good idea to threaten a Valentino? And not just any Valentino, but my daughter.” Pops squats down on his haunches before picking the fucker’s head up by his hair.

“I wouldn’t hurt Liliana. I-I love her!”

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it, David,” Pops says. “I don’t take kindly to people who threaten my family.”

“I-I didn’t. She loves me. Ask her. She’s coming here. We’re getting married. We’re going to have a baby,” he says.

I shake my head while my glare flicks around the room. “Why the plastic?” I ask him.

David stills and his lips slam shut.

“What exactly were you planning on doing with my sister?” I ask him.

“N-n-nothing. I swear!” he screams.

“What’d you think, Pops? You believe him?”

I watch as my father takes out the knife that’s strapped to his ankle. “I’ll ask again. What were you planning on doing with my daughter?” he hisses while pressing the knife into David’s cheek, slowly slicing down towards his mouth.

“Argh. Ow, fuck… I was just going to make her see sense. She loves me!” he cries out.

“How?” I hold his legs still when he starts trying to get out of my father’s hold.

David shakes his head. “I don’t know. Just let me go. I won’t do anything.”

I raise my gun to his temple. “You see the problem I have with that is you seem to have an unhealthy infatuation with my sister. Which means you’re a danger to her. I don’t let things live that can harm her,” I tell him right before I pull the trigger.

“What happened to not shooting first?” Pops asks while pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his face clean.

“Guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree after all.” I shrug.

He stands up and looks around. “Your sister doesn’t find out about this. Call the cleaners and get this shit cleaned up.”

“On it,” I tell him, already retrieving my phone from my pocket.

Episode Twelve

Watching my fiancée is my favorite pastime. There isn’t anything that interests me more than watching Matilda. She’s a fucking work of art, and she’s mine. It doesn’t even matter what she’s doing. I could dedicate the rest of my life to solely observing her every movement and never get bored.

Am I obsessed with my woman? Fuck yes, I am. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s not just obsession that has me watching her all the time, though. It’s fear. I’m fucking petrified that if I take my eyes off her, I’m going to lose her.

I almost did. She was fucking shot just a few short months ago. That’s not something I want to experience again. The thought of living without her now that I’ve had her…

Well, there is no thought. There simply is no living without Matilda.

“Mmm, are you being a creeper again, Antonio?” The object of my obsession turns over, her eyes slowly blinking open.

Am I watching her sleep? Sure am.

“Creeper? No, I’m just a man admiring the beauty of his fiancée,” I tell her, pushing up from the chair I have positioned across the room and making my way over to the bed.

“Mhmm, I like being your fiancée,” Matilda says.

“As much as I love you being my fiancée, I’d much rather you were my wife already. Can we just run away and get married?” I ask while climbing onto the bed.

“Sure, if you want my dad to shoot you, followed by my nonno, and then all my uncles. I think even my cousins will shoot you just to follow suit,” she says.

“For you, I’d take a thousand bullets.” I peel back the blanket, slowly revealing her body inch by delicious inch. “Fuck, you’re a sight to behold.” I stare at her naked breasts. Lean down and take one into my mouth. The hard peak was begging me to pay it some attention. “Mmm, I fucking love these.” Palming each breast, I take my time lavishing them. Sucking, licking, nibbling.

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