Madam Billionaire

“Don’t worry, he will be just fine. The bullet just nicked his side.” The older doctor said as he pats her shoulder silently telling her that everything would be okay.

“Thank you, Dr. Michaels.”

Amara was still by his side, while Paolo had just gotten back from his brief meeting with Leonardo. The mob boss had recently arrived from his meeting abroad, but he was quick to handle the matter delicately with Matteo and the rest of his crew.

Duffy was placed in his residence and where it was trashed and made it look as if he was a victim of a burglary. His body was stage making it appear as they had killed him on the spot when he caught them breaking into his home.  

“Amara, thank you for staying with him. Matteo is waiting for you in the foyer. I’ll take him back to my place.”

“I can look after him for you, you have your work.” Amara was hesitant in leaving her dearest assistant.

“Leo is giving me a couple of days off to look after him. He’ll be fine, but I will drop him off with you if Leo needed me for any emergencies.”

His words calmed her down, and she finally agrees with the setup. Then she said her goodbye and leave Paolo alone with the wounded assistant.

Paolo kissed his bruised temple and gently pick him up and carried him to the backseat of his SUV.

They arrived at his house an hour later, he parked his car in his garage and then back to pick him up carefully as he slowly carried him into his house. Peter opened his eyes and stirred in his arm.

“Sorry, we’ll reach the bed in a few moments.” 

Peter exhale when he felt his back touch the cool sheets and he was laid on the bed and his wound was back in a stable position.

“Why do you always have to be so stubborn.” Paolo lowers himself down to kiss him, Peter caresses his jaw pulling him down closer.

“I love you,” his precious Peter said when they parted for air.

“I know, and it scares me the way you show it. I’m the professional, I’ll keep you safe. Not the other way around.”

“I don’t like your profession.”

“Peter…”

“It’s true, I hated it. I hate not knowing if you’re coming home wounded or not.”

The handsome mob lay to his side and took him in his embrace. He didn’t want to argue, Peter needs his rest.

“Sleep now, I love you.”

*****

You would think that Peter was being paranoid right? well, hell no… our madam billionaire was equally scared as her assistant was. She was quiet the whole journey back to Matteo’s and it didn’t go unnoticed by our underboss.

“Amara, talk to me?”

Matteo the awkward, the not so fluent with his words underboss was stepping up his game by trying to communicate with our beautiful Amara. 

They were getting ready for bed and Matteo was taking her into his arms like he always does recently, he would hold and kiss her just before she goes to sleep. But that night he knows she needed to vent.

“I don’t want to lose you. I know what you’re going to say, and I know you will keep me safe and I’m grateful for what happened today. Not with Peter getting shot, but with you guys getting there on time to save him.”

“Do you know you have a higher chance of getting into a car accident rather than having one of your workers stalk you just because he didn’t get the job?” 

“I know.” She looked at him and smile thinking that her future mafia husband was getting better at his communication skill.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, okay. So, we’re good?”

She laughed when he was back to being uncomfortable with their conversation.

“We’re good, well maybe not that good. Apparently Amber was filling me in on the traditional mafia wedding. She kept on pushing me on setting the date for our thing. Telling me that there were a lot of things that need to be prepared.”

It was her turn to smile awkwardly because she was still not comfortable with the idea of her getting married to him based on what happened in Paris.

“Our thing? so, you’re calling our wedding a thing now?”

“Matteo, it’s just that…”

“Do you love me?” he asked looking a bit worried.

“I do.”

“And I love you too, so? what’s the problem?” he was sitting up, resting his back to the headboard thinking she was having her doubts about their relationship.

He knows that Paris was a long shot, that it might be a spur kind of moment with her, and that at that time he was facing the reality. 

She was not liking it when he decided to back away from her, she was losing his warmth and she didn’t like it and she also didn’t like that they were finally going to discuss her reasons. She was liking their oblivious love where they only care about the two of them, where she didn’t have to think about the future and the what-ifs. 

Amara sits up and faces him then she took his hand in hers. She kept on holding it as if it was her lifeline. Then she looked at him and poured out all her worries.

“The day the condom broke, the day you proposed to me, remember when I said give it to me already?”

“Yeah, I was shocked that you knew, but then worried that you started crying.” He smiled at her as if he was reminiscing about Paris. 

“I thought you got me the morning after pill.” Her words were a bit shaky, and she was holding on to his hand tighter.

“Amara, I would never…”

“I didn’t know, my dad and my mom were… never married. I was the stepdaughter, always has been, and I… the thought that my kid would endure the same thing, that fraction of a second…”

Matteo was about to speak when she put her finger to his lips.

“… then I was mad at you, for thinking that you would give me the pill. But then you give me the ring, and now I’m thinking… if the condom didn’t break, if the situation didn’t arise will you still? will we even…”

He was smart enough to think that his words would never convince her, so he took her hand and kiss it, slowly and softly. Then his other hand caressed her beautiful face and he lowered her down to the plush pillow, he looked into her eyes then kissed her with all his love.

She sighed when he deepens his kiss then told her that Paris was the best day of his life and that she was the best thing that ever happened to him. 

“I love you Amara, and here I am thinking that you’re breaking up with me. Do you believe in fate?”

“Fate? with the things that have been happening to me? seriously?”

“Precisely with all the things that have been happening to you. I think it’s so freaking crazy that I believe you and I are meant to be together.” He ended his words with another kiss, it lulled her sensually that she was hanging onto him, waiting for more of his kisses when he backed away to see his fiance. 

“Maybe…” she said looking at him.

“Seriously?”

“Maybe with more kisses,” she tugged her lip upward.

He chuckled at her words and start kissing her again while his hands roamed her slender body.

“Mamma was right, I need to stock on more food, we need to prepare you for my kid.” The big brute just made her laugh, she was breaking the kiss and she pushes him back to get on top of her giant lover.

“She’s going to be my kid too, maybe she will have my posture?”

“He will probably have my bones.” Matteo pushed her back to the bed and was on top of her, making her giggle.

“She will have your eyes,” Amara said then gasped when he slipped his hand under her nude lacy lingerie and play her to her liking.

“He will have your smarts.” He groaned when he pushes his tip to her wetness.

“Matteo…” she moaned while she spread her legs wider for him. 

He holds her body still and he strokes her inside with slow and sensual thrusts, she was moaning his name over and over again, he was taking her higher while he paced his thrust harder and faster. She was high and edging so close when he told her to come for him. 

She bucked her hip and arched her back, while her fingers were gripping his arms tighter. He was grunting when her climax takes him too close to his own until he reached his high moments after her.

He looked into her blissful eyes when he pumped his cum deep inside hers, he took her legs and wrapped them to his waist making him slide deeper while she milked him dry with her pulsating walls as she was coming down from her climax. 

“She will be as beautiful as you.” He said kissing her breathless.

“He will be as handsome as you.” She whispered, smiling at her mafia fiance.