Romeo The Mafia Casanova

Rebeka stayed tucked in the corner and watched as they blew by houses and businesses. She stared out her window when they turned into a driveway and through tall metal gates.

They pulled up to a house. Since it was dark, all she could see was that it was large.

“Come on, Rebeka. Let’s get you clean and settled in. I think you’re about at the end of your rope,” Dominic said. He helped her out and grabbed her upper arm to lead her into the house. A few of the men walked in front of them, and she felt overwhelmed by their size.

Her mouth dropped open. God, the thing was so huge and incredible. Marble floors and columns were in the doorway to the right. She’d never seen a place like this in her life.

She tried paying attention to what the men said, but her limbs were shaking, and she felt incredibly tired.

She gasped when he picked her up. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me you hurt your foot?” Dominic said.

When she concentrated on it, she felt a slicing pain on the bottom of her foot. “I didn’t know I got hurt.”

“We’ll take care of you.”

He took her up a set of stairs, down a long hallway, and into a large room with a bed. Her thoughts were so jumbled that she couldn’t concentrate, so she let him take care of her.

When he started to undress her, she freaked out.

“Baby, you can’t do this by yourself. You need me,” Dominic said.

She wished she could fight, but she was so tired she could have easily gone to sleep sitting there.

What did it matter? She couldn’t fight him anyway, and there was no way she was getting in bed with the grime and dirt that covered her.

He threw the sweatshirt aside before undressing. Her eyes were blurry, so she couldn’t see his body. Fortunately, he kept his boxers and her underwear on.

He lifted her again like she weighed nothing.

“Stand on your good foot, baby, and hang on to me.”

He never let her go as he washed and conditioned her hair and then soaped her body. She jerked and looked down when she felt his skin against her breasts. She was unaware when he took off her underwear. Since he was taking care not to touch her intimately, she didn’t fight it.

Dominic carried her out of the shower and held her as he dried her body before wrapping a towel around her. He set her back on the towel on the counter before he stripped off his boxers and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Let’s soak your foot a bit before we start working on it.”

He filled the sink with warm water and added some liquid soap. She watched him in a daze because she could not concentrate on what he was saying.

As the sink was filling, he pulled on some clean, dry boxers and sleep pants one of the other men had brought them. He went through the pile and pulled out a long white nightgown.

“Let’s get this on you, baby.” He helped her slide it on over the towel. Just doing that helped her nerves. After the sink was filled halfway, he gently set her foot in it, so it rested on the outside and didn’t press on the glass in the bottom of her foot.

She jerked when she felt him start to squeeze the water from her hair. “What are you doing?”

“I’m drying your hair. I want you comfortable so you can sleep easily. I’m going to use this dryer.”

She nodded and sat there feeling like she was in a dream. Everything was surreal. How did she go from the possibility of getting gang raped and killed to have this man take such good care of her?

She stared at him. “Why are you doing this?”

“What? Helping you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Dominic ran his fingers through her hair as he dried it. “Because I can’t stand the thought of a woman or child getting hurt.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, there’s more, but you’re going down fast. You’re not going to be able to keep your eyes open too much longer.”

She nodded. She was leaning against the mirror, and it was next to impossible to keep her eyes open.

He turned off the dryer. “It’s good enough. Let’s get you on the bed. I’ll take care of your foot there so you can rest.”

She was startled when he lifted her again and then set her on the mattress.

“I want you on your stomach so I can work on your foot.”

He rolled her over. She tucked her hands under her face, sighed, closed her eyes, and slept.

Throughout the night, she kept hearing things, but nothing got her attention enough to open her eyes.

When she woke up the next morning, she lay over Dominic’s chest under the covers. She tried to slip off.

“No, you’re okay where you are,” he said.

His gruff, early-morning voice sent a shiver up her spine. She glanced up to see his eyes closed and a shadow of a beard. His hair and eyelashes were black. If she remembered clearly, his eyes were dark brown. Even darker than her own.

He was the most masculine man she’d ever seen before, and she was draped over his hard, muscular chest.

“Let me go,” she said.

He growled and moved his legs a bit. “Not yet. I’m comfortable.”

“Listen, Dominic. I don’t know you. I don’t feel right being this close to you in bed.”

“Too bad.”

Her mouth dropped open. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Yup.”

She hit his shoulder. “Dominic.”

“Rebeka.”

“Dominic,” she hissed.

“Rebeka.”

Her mouth snapped shut. “Fine.”

He chuckled. “Just give me a few more minutes.”

Rebeka laid her head back down on his chest. She’d never admit this to him, but she liked lying on top of him. She wondered if she’d ever been this close to him again or if she’d be taken from him. Her thoughts were still muddled, so she gave up trying to get her questions answered. There was time enough for them later.