Luciano
The walk back to the car started off awfully silent.
It would have been awkward if I wasn’t enjoying the reaction she was showing as she trudged behind me as though unsure of her own step, nearly tripping on her heels, blushing immensely.
I had seen it coming, as soon as I spoke those words, I could almost feel her reaction even without looking at her. I had turned away, ignoring her, my eyes facing straight ahead and staring into the distance, trying to hide the little smile that was threatening to show itself.
She was shocked, and speechless and dumbfounded all at the same time. It wasn’t very often Raven Gonzalez had no words to say, especially to me, but her silence all the way to our hotel told me volumes, and I loved it that way.
The Chevrolet truck I had picked up from one of the twenty garages I owned in the Bronx stood under the sun, it’s black paint gleaming with menace as we approached it, I couldn’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
One might expect my Italian blood to make me develop a penchant for the classier, more subtle Ferraris and Porsches and Paganis but I had always preferred good American Muscle cars, and the Chevy was exactly that.
“Wow Really?” She said as we got in, speaking for the first time.
I shrugged, “I like good American cars Raven, what else do you expect”
Her neck snapped at me, glaring, “I am not talking about the car dumbass.”
Of course she wasn’t, but I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. I eased the car into the road looking left and right for the insane New York drivers before gently driving into the street adjacent the cemetery and taking off.
“Really? That’s good because this engine sounds sexy as hell.”
She punched me in the shoulder, a little bit too hard for it to be classified, “Playful”
“Can you stop fucking around? What was that Luciano?”
“Ow!” I rubbed my arm, my eyes not leaving the road, “What was what for christsake woman!”
“That bloody confession back there, what were you thinking?”
“What confession?” I asked innocently.
“Don’t fuck around with me Luciano,”
“I am serious, I swear!” I was enjoying the hell out of this, she looked so agitated her heavy make up was starting to form cracks as she sneered at me. Somehow it made her look even hotter than before.
Weird, I know, but strangely attractive.
“What you said at the tombstone Luciano!” She said, exasperation evident in her voice.
“I said a lot of things.” I said, feigning concentration on the road as I pulled up next to a traffic stop. I wanted to hear her say it, see if there was any conviction on her voice, if it was just disgust or hesitation, if I had made my move too soon and hence missed my window.
“Oh you are wicked, wicked!” She said, folding her hands and pouting like a baby, she looked so cute I wanted to kiss her until neither of us could breathe. “You are a very wicked man Luciano!”
“Raven I am not sure what you want me to say,” I replied chuckling slightly, “You seem to be interested in something I said earlier but clearly can’t remember but you don’t want to remind me?”
She sighed, “Oh, forget it.”
“Okay then.” I said, shrugging. She wanted to see if I would break first and volunteer the information she wanted, but I knew she wanted to hear it again more than me, or at least let me break first, but I wasn’t going to let her. “You wanna grab a bite an McDonald’s before we get to the hotel.”
She ignored me, still pouting as she looked out the window.
“Uh, Raven? Can you hear me.”
“I am not talking to you.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Leave me alone Luciano.”
I laughed gently, “Okay then, McDonald’s it is.”
She ignored me as I pulled into the parking lot, pulling the car to a stop. “Can you at least tell me what you want to eat?”
She turned to look at me for a while as I fought a losing battle to keep myself from smiling at her obvious attempt to be serious.
“Are you seriously not gonna tell me?”
“Tell you what?!”
“What you mean when you said you wanted to make me yours!” She yelled finally, punching my arm again, this time very much heavily.
“Ow! You have got to stop doing that Raven!”
“Answer!”
“Because you are fucking mine!”
She fell silent for a while, looking into my eyes as though searching for reassurance or a sign I was lying.
“What do you fuckin-”
I shut her up by kissing her squarely on the lips, pulling her into me.
She fought the kiss for a whole refusing to kiss back as I ran my hand up and down her back, feeling her shudder against me before opening up and commiting herself to the kiss. Her hands soon found her way to my back, caressing and moving it’s way up my back, digging into her hair while mine travelled south, reaching over to grab a handful of her ass as our tongues dueled passionately.
We finally broke away slowly, with she whimpering in process as I finally let her go, leaving her whimpering in protest.
“How about that?” I asked as she stared at me, her mouth slightly open as her eyes widened in surprise, “Does that make what I mean very clear to you?”
The only thing she could manage was another breathless whimper, following by swallowing.
“That isn’t an answer Raven.” I smiled.
“Uhm,” she leaned away blushing furiously as she struggled to regain her composure. I couldn’t hide my smile this time, that kiss had completely disoriented her, left her putty in my hands.
Damn right she was head over heels.
“I would have uhm,” she ran her hand through her hair, I could see a small smile twitching at the end of her lips, “A cheeseburger, and some coke please.” She said finally, fishing out a lipstick and leaning into the mirror to fix her make-up.
She was avoiding my eyes. Good.
“One cheeseburger for my lady,” I said, opening the door and stepping out of the car, “Coming up!”
* * *
She had mentioned anything about it again until we got to the hotel. Eating her lunch in silence all the way through. I on the other hand, whistled, to her great annoyance, the tune to ‘I Fell In Love With a Bad Boy.” throughout the drive.
“You really are a prick, you know that Luciano?” She said as we got out of the car. “You are a giant fucking prick.”
I smirked, “I think you mean I HAVE a giant fucking pr-”
“Oh shut the hell up!” She yelled, covering her ears with both hands and squeezing her eyes shut while I laughed my head off.
Our luggage had already been sent to the hotel earlier from the airport with instructions to book the penthouse I reserved for myself in all my hotels. I wanted this to a special night for her and this was going to make it as perfect as possible.
“There you go again with all your accusations.” I replied, making a dramatic moan, “Can’t a man sing in this country? I thought we were free.”
She rolled her eyes, “Asshole.”
We took the elevator to the penthouse, not bothering to check in at the reception. I wanted to minimize our interactions with other people, even my own staff, as much as possible. The less people knew I was around, the safer it would be for both of us.
Despite her vehement protests to my idea of us showering together, I dragged her into the shower, scrubbing her face gently as the warm water washed off the heavy make up and the highlights and dye on my own hair. We were soon kissing, her hands running up and down my body as my erection pressed against the warmth of her groin, seeking her out.
She pushed me away however giggling as she hopped out of the shower while I stayed back, shaving off my day old stubble.
“You know not only are you an asshole, you are also a pompous one.” She said as soon as I stepped out of the shower.
“What do you mean?” I asked, towelling my hair. She stood with her arms on her waist, dressed in nothing but a cotton, cropped T-Shirt, her nipples pebbling through the thin material and some bum shorts that accentuated her wide hips. She looked sexy as hell.
“Why would I want to go with you? After all the shit you have done? What if I wanted to go back home? To my family?”
I pulled her into me before she could skip away, kissing her gently on her forehead, “I am your family, Cara.”
“We shall see,” She smiled wiggling out of my arms and hopping on the bed. I glanced at her, not even realizing I was smiling again as I opened my box putting on my underwear a pair of jeans and my shirt and jacket.
“You aren’t coming to bed?” She asked, frowning.
“As much as I’d love to Cara,” I said walking over to plant a kiss on her forehead, “I have business to take care off. Dial the button next to you for room service okay?”
“But-”
“See you later Cara.”
I was in the elevator before she could reply, blowing her a kiss as the doors slid shut.