EroticReverie

Luciano Ricci

*commissioned*

"I will murder him!" she screams as the door shuts and she still thrashes in my arm. 

"Unfortunately, though he might deserve it, I can't allow you to do that." I say calmly and she growls. 

"Let me go!" she says, her hands making a sad attempt at unlocking my arm from around her. 

"Do you promise to be calm, and not kill Luca?" I ask her. 

"Yes to the first. No to the second" she growls. 

I hide my slight smile behind her, and hold her until it's gone, then release her and she pulls away from me and walks over to her closet angrily. As she should be. I let my eyes go to her ass, violating her with my gaze. 

"How did you get his gun?" I ask. 

She scoffs. 

"I made him think he had a shot. Then grabbed it before he could put his slimy hands on me." she says and I watch her step into a pair of jeans. Then a plain white crop t shirt and she throws up her hair into a pony tail. 

I chuckle slightly. 

"You think its funny that your brother is a fucking scumbag?" she says turning and looking at my, throwing on a pair of socks and I shake my head. 

"When it gets a gun pointed at him, yes" I say and she stops and looks up as she slips on her sneakers. She fights a proud little smile and looks down and ties her laces. 

"Yeah, well....we both shit our pants." she says and I fight my smile. 

"Never shot a gun?" I ask and she looks up at me as if to ask, are you joking?

"No Luciano...I have never shot a gun....until now" she says gesturing to the ceiling and I look up and smile and give a little laugh. 

"We'll have to work on your aim." I tell her and she looks up and raises a brow. She huffs a little breath and shakes her head. 

"I wasn't going to actually shoot him...I just wanted him to get out of my room." she says defending her decorated ceiling with a fresh bullet hole. 

"Mhmm" I say as if I dont believe her. 

"I wasnt!" she shrieks. 

"He attacked me trying to get his gun back then I just , accidentally pulled it!" she says and I feel the corner of my mouth lift and she narrows her eyes at me and then rolls them.

"whatever....let's go" she says and grabs her purse from earlier. 

"Where are we going?" I ask as I turn and she points the broken cell phone.

"to get a new phone...because I missed when aiming for his head." she says and I just shake my head and smile as I follow her out of her room. 

"Thought you hated me?" I say watching her walk ahead of me. 

"Oh I do...but at least you don't talk about fucking me every chance you get." she says. "And your other brother...while probably the best choice...feels like an ACTUAL baby sitter...so....you get the privilege of taking my SPOILED RICH GIRL ass to the mall. " she says as we walk down the stairs. 

"Im honored." I say and she huffs a little laugh. 

"Mmm, i bet" she says. 

I follow her right out the front door , and smile when she walks easily across the gravel in the driveway towards my suv. 

"Much easier to navigate when you have practical foot wear on, isnt it?" I tease and she stops and turns. 

"You liked my heels." she says over her shoulder and I let out a little bark of a laugh. 

"You can act like you dont eye fuck me the same way Luca does Luciano...but I know you do." she says, making me give pause, then I keep walking.

She gives a little smirk, so sure of herself, but she's not wrong. 

"I saw you trying not to look at my legs in them." she says as I reach for her door. 

"You have nice legs." I say flatly and shrug. 

"So I looked." I say and she gives a cocky little smile as she gets in. 

"The same way you looked at my ass and tits upstairs?" she asks and I look at her. 

"Watch it." I warn. 

"you're better at watching that I am Luciano. Maybe YOU should watch it FOR me." she says and I give her a little glare. 

"Quit flirting with me and get in." she says, turning and putting on her seat belt. 

I bite my tongue and close her door and get into the car. 

"Think we'll get out of the drive way this time?" she asks and I fight the smirk on my face.

"Or do you plan on insulting me some more?" she says and I start the car. 

"If that's what you're into." I say and she raises a brow. 

"Just drive Luciano" she says and sits back in her seat with a sigh. 

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We make it to the mall alive. Neither of us giving insult, or injury to one another, because it was silent the whole way. In the close quarters of the car, the banter had stopped, and she just sat there looking out the window as we drove. I looked over a few times, and almost thought about speaking, but she had a little smile on her face, so I let her be. She looked content , so I let her be content. 

She laughs after the first few women we pass look me up and down and make eyes at me. 

"Maybe you should ask for their numbers, get laid, might make you less grumpy." she says and keeps walking as I ignore her little jab and follow her to the phone store in the mall, where we are in and out in thirty minutes and she has the newest version and we leave the store and I start to walk back the way we came but she turns the other way.

"We came from this way." I tell her. 

"Yes.We did. Good job Ricci." she says sarcastically and I roll my eyes. 

"But Prada...is this way." she points. 

I roll my eyes. 

"Cmon, the quicker you move, the quicker we can leave." she says. 

She's surprisingly fast in every store we go in. Knowing what she wants, refusing any suggestions to look at this or look at that by the store clerks trying to make a sale. 

We stop at a watch store, and for the first time I have trouble keeping my eyes on her. Because, watches were my thing. I collected them, I like men's jewelry, rings, necklaces, bracelets , watches. All of it. I liked to look put together at all time. 

"That's the one you have on" she says and points to a white face Rolex sky dweller watch. 

"It is." I confirm and she smiles at the case. 

"You like jewelry too." she says and I watch her as she walks along , peering into the case.

"Yes." I say. 

"Yes" she mocks me. 

"You can use more than one word at a time you know." she says, slightly teasing and I just make a humming noise as if I'll consider it. 

"such a bastard" she mutters and I grin to myself, because I know she meant for me to hear it. 

We spend a half an hour in the store with a worker letting her try to convince me to splurge and buy myself a watch. I tell her no, again and again. She keeps trying to persuade me, again and again, until with a little huff and roll of her eyes she gives in, and we leave the store. 

"I'm hungry." she says as I carry her bags through the mall. 

"Where would you like to eat?" I ask and she shrugs. 

"There's a new place...some mexican place that just opened up." she says and looks at me as if waiting for something. 

I nod. "Alright." 

"You mean you're not going to yell at me for not wanting pasta?" She asks and I almost laugh again. 

"No. I like Mexican food." I tell her. 

She gives me a smile. "Good, because I LOVE it." she says.

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She gives me directions as I drive and I'm a bit shocked, when she takes me to a small little food truck that's parked near the beach. 

"THIS....is the new place?" I ask and she smiles and nods. 

"yep." she says and walks over. 

I follow her, watch her look at the menu. 

"God, Im starving...it smells so good" she says holding her stomach. 

"What are you getting?" she asks. 

"I dont know...you pick." I tell her and watch her as she steps up and fires off our order...in Spanish. 

I stand behind her and look around us, as the woman at the counter takes her order. 

"What are you looking for?" she asks when she's done ordering us an array of taco and tostadas.

"Nothing, just observing." I say and look back at her and she has her head down, scrolling in her new phone, adding apps and such.

I know the guys who are after her father, and my own, are most likely not even in town. They don't live around here, and are probably chasing down our parents in another country. But I'd be a fool to think there weren't eyes on us, just incase. Just incase they decided we'd be easier targets to pay the price for what my father and hers did. 

Natalia has no idea just how deep they are in it right now, yes. We're mafia families. We work together in our city, we run the city, control the cops, we buy the security we need. 

"What's wrong?" she asks and I look back to her and shake my head. 

"Nothing." I say and give a little smile and am thankful when the woman at the counter calls her name and she goes over and brings us two boxes, and two drinks. 

"Let's sit over here" she says and nods to a table and sits down. 

"so food trucks huh?" I ask as I open my box, my mouth watering at the five different options im given , three tacos, and two tostadas, each different meat and toppings. 

"this looks so good" she lets out a little moan, and lifts her first taco and take a huge bite and she nods. 

"food trucks are the best" she moans as she chews and then dances in her seat and I smile, as I watch her enjoy her food, experiencing her food as she wiggles in her seat happily. 

"So is that how I tame you? Give you tacos?" I ask and she smiles and licks her lips and swipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb. 

"I'm not to be tamed." she says and takes another bite. 

"I was afraid of that." I say and hate that I haven't minded spending time with her, hating that I possibly misjudged her just a little bit. She was still spoiled, there was no doubt about that. And she still didnt truly , fully respect me or my brothers, or really any of the family men. But, she wasn't as awful as originally presumed. Which, was dangerous. 

She smiles and points to my box.

"Eat!" she says with her mouth full and I laugh slightly as I lift one of the tostadas first and take a bite. 

"You can laugh you know, I promise I wont tell anyone your mouth and face does anything but this." she says and schools her face into a serious, furrow browed tight lipped glare and puts her fists on her hips and looks around. 

"I hate spoiled rich girls, meh, meh , meh" she says mocking me and I chew my food as I look at her. 

"I don't talk like that, or look like that." I say.

"Yeah, you do." she says and finishes off her taco and immediately grabs a second. 

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After we eat, I tell her we have to get back, because I have things to do and she doesnt argue, she's full of tacos and content to go home and "nurse her food baby" she said. 

Once we're home, I help her carry the bags in, my brothers not down stairs, so I assume that they're upstairs, so I go up with her to put her bags in her room for her.

She screams when she opens her door and my eyes widen as I see my two brothers, beaten, bloody and tied to chairs, back to back. Luca's head hanging and Leo's head to the side. Neither of them moving.