“I don't want to. I'm selling all my assets in America. I want Michael to have a happy home here. England is much less violent than the US. He's been through a lot. I'll pocket a few billion from the sale of the toy business, and then we can live a happy life without worry.”
“Okay. What do you think about us?”
“I don't want you. You are far too violent.”
Igor sat up and looked at her face. She was laughing. “Joke, right?”
“Of course it's a joke. I love you. I was terrified you'd been killed. At that moment, I knew you were the one for me.”
“And I love you. So, let's stay here. I'll make some inquiries about a school for Michael.”
That morning at breakfast, Cassy announced to her brother, “Michael, I'm having a baby.”
“Baby,” he repeated.
“You know what I mean, don't you? We’re going to have a baby in the house.”
Michael looked at her and put his hand on her belly. “Okay. A baby,” he said.
*****
Cassy had a boy and a year later a girl. She and Igor were married when both children were old enough to walk down the aisle with them. Igor concentrated on buying and selling real estate and never again entered into dubious activities.
Michael lived with Cassy and Igor. Their children loved him and looked after him as a brother.
*****
THE END
MAFIA Romance - Kidnapped
“You bitch. You fucking whore!” Fabio screamed. “Is this how you repay my kindness? Thirty years of marriage and this is all you can do to me?”
Maria rolled over and covered her breasts with a sheet. The man lying next to her looked at Fabio and wondered how he was going to escape.
“Was she good? Was she a good screw? I hope she was fucking worth it, because you're gonna die a long, painful death,” Fabio said, his voice cracking into a higher pitch under the strain.
He'd been home to Italy to see his very old mother. He hadn't seen her since the magnificent party he'd thrown for her at his brother's home in Naples more than a year ago when she'd turned a hundred. He'd come home before Maria had expected to find her naked, on all fours, a man banging her from behind.
Not expecting to find his wife in bed with another man, Fabio hadn't bothered to carry his pistol into the bedroom. He'd left it in his jacket, which he'd hung up in the hallway. His house was the most heavily guarded home in Chicago, but he hadn’t thought he needed to defend himself inside his own residence.
He walked round to Maria's side of the bed, wound his fist into her hair, and yanked her in one movement from the bed. She landed on the floor in a crumpled heap. “Get out, you pathetic bitch,” he said, pushing her toward the door with his foot. “Get out while I see to your lover. I'm gonna cut his cock off and hand it to you as a memento of the day you crossed me, you filthy piece of trash.”
Maria continued to crawl along the floor, eventually reaching the door. Fabio closed it behind her and turned to the man lying in his marital bed. Fabio didn't need a weapon to rip a man apart; he was perfectly capable of doing it with his bare hands.
“So, you think you can cross Fabio Affini, do you?”
“It's the first time we have met, Mr. Affini. I am very surprised by your lack of good grace.”
Fabio wasn't sure whether he'd heard the man correctly. “What? Did you just say...”
“Yes.” The man pulled his arm from under the sheet and pointed a gun at Fabio. “You see, I always come prepared when I fuck someone's wife. Especially when it’s someone as dangerous as you. Now back up against the wall.” Fabio walked backward and watched as the man got out of bed and put on his shorts. “I said get back,” he repeated when he noticed Fabio creeping closer. This time Fabio backed right off and waited. Once the man had pulled his pants and shirt on, he pointed the gun at Fabio and opened the bedroom door. “Thank you for your hospitality. Your wife, as you have no doubt forgotten, is the most amazing fuck. Did you teach her all those things?”
“Get out of my house,” Fabio hissed.
When the man was gone, Fabio left the bedroom, ran down the stairs, and called Christian. “Get your ass over here now,” he shouted.
While he waited for Christian to arrive, Fabio looked for his wife. He found her hiding from him in the basement.
“Why, Maria? Why, after all these years? I've taken care of you, haven't I? You've never wanted for anything.”
She looked at him and shook her head. “You have given me all the material things I needed. But the one thing I wanted most, you have been unable to give me.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
She noticed how old he was beginning to look. When they'd married, he'd had a full head of black hair. Now, apart from a few strands of comb-over, he was bald. “Love and affection,” she answered. “I needed your love more than anything, and you haven't been able to give me it. I have never felt you really cared about me.”