Ruthless Mafia 23

Zorah was standing next to Icaro in the fanciest restaurant she’d ever seen. Located in a hotel she knew where their
cheapest room a night cost more than her monthly salary, she couldn’t stop staring at the gleaming floors and fancy
chandeliers.
As they entered through to the private dining room, Icaro lifted her hand, and a collective cheer rose up in the room. She
was feeling shy as there were catcalls and whistles directed at the couple.
“My bride, Zorah Lucchesi,” he announced her as if she were a celebrity and she turned her head into his bicep. He
chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Come. I have to reintroduce you to my father.”
A man was walking towards them with his arms outstretched and Zorah was surprised when he pulled her straight from
Icaro’s arms and hugged her tightly, lifting her off the floor and rocking her side-to-side.
“Finally, welcome to our family Zorah.”
“Dad, you can set her down so I can at least introduce you.” The laugh in Icaro’s voice made Zorah look over her
shoulder at him as the man hugging her put her down with a huff.
“Dagoberto Lucchesi, may I present to you my bride, Zorah.”
“It is my honor to meet you Mr. Lucchesi.”
“What is this Mr. Lucchesi? You will call me Dad!”
“I will?” she couldn’t help but giggle.
“You will. Also,” he kept her tucked under his arm as he took away from a protesting Icaro, “whenever he makes you
angry, you come to your new Papa, and I will put him in his place.”
“Yes, yes, you finally have the daughter you always dreamed. May I have my bride back now?”
“No.” Dagoberto flatly refused, earning a big smile from Zorah as he pulled her to a table where there were three other
waiting men. “These are my younger brothers in order of oldest to youngest. Calogero, Errico, Melchiore, may I present my new daughter Zorah. If you ever find yourself in trouble and you cannot find me or my halfwit son,” he thumbed at
Icaro who threw his hands up in disbelief, “then you come to one of them and they will help you.”
She accepted kisses on both her cheeks from all three men who fawned over her the way a kindly uncle would. Their
affection felt far more familial than what her own uncle would bestow, and she was immediately feeling safe and
accepted.
Dagoberto shrugged, “I also have two sisters. They are good women too but,” he rolled his eyes, “my nephews were
spoiled too much by their mothers.”
She didn’t miss the exchange of glances between Icaro and his father.
Another cheer rose up and Vodingo came in with Sidonia in his arms. They’d traveled in a separate vehicle to the venue
and when their car was delayed, Icaro laughed and said Vodingo made the driver pull over and get out of the car for a
spell.
“Seriously, is she never going to walk again?” Zorah hissed at Icaro.
He whispered in her ear, “he said something about giving her orgasms which make her knees to weak to walk. Would you
like to have the same ailment?”
“No! How do you know such things? Why do you know such things?”
“He is very excited about her.” He kissed her ear, “are you jealous?”
“Not in the least.” Maybe a little she admitted to herself.
Calogero pushed past Dagoberto, and he pointed at his eldest brother, “you get your new daughter, but I also get one
too. Vodingo found his one!”
Zorah couldn’t help but feel joy for Sidonia as Calogero wrapped his arms around Vodingo and Sidonia in a big hug.
“This family hugs a lot, huh,” Zorah commented.
“When we’re not shooting people,” Icaro teased her. “Come, let’s sit so the servers can come and take our food and
drink orders. I am anxious to eat our meal and then retire to our bridal suite.”
His words made her frown as he pulled her through the small group of people, introducing her to everyone along the
way.
“Do not worry about remembering everyone’s names. You will eventually remember everyone. The most important are my father and my uncles. If there comes a time when you are in trouble as my father said, they are who you would call.” He paused, “we’ll need to get your phone updated with everyone’s contact information, but it can wait until we get back
home.”
“Here in New York?”
“Ah, New York is home base, but Sicily is home. We will be stopping first in Italy though to a small town just outside
Rome. My mother’s grandparents are there. They are incredibly old and cannot make a trip to Sicily. My greatgrandfather is one hundred and four years old and my great-grandmother is one-hundred and two. I hope we live as
long together.”
“You want me to live another eighty years?” she teased him.
He pulled her to his chest looking down at her seriously, “eighty years will not be enough.” He kissed her nose. He stared
into her eyes, “you are so beautiful Zorah.” He drew his thumb over her forehead sweetly, “I look forward to growing old
with you. To watching you age gracefully with me. I want to be with you when your hair turns grey and this little frown
line right here,” he traced the spot between her brows, “gets deeper. I have waited so long to have you with me and now
you are here, and I believe a lifetime will not be long enough for me to have my fill.”
“You really are a smooth talker, aren’t you,” Zorah struggled not to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him.
“When I want to be,” he winked at her and then lowered his mouth to whisper in her ear, “I also want an entire lifetime
spent between those silky-smooth thighs I uncovered earlier. It’s never going to be enough time for me to feel satisfied.
I’m going to start tonight feasting on you the way I did in the car, and I pray when I’m older than my great-grandparents,
when I die, I die with my face buried there.”
“Icaro,” she looked around nervously praying nobody heard his crude commentary.
He chuckled, “you don’t have to worry about them hearing us here. It’s when we’re in our hotel suite upstairs and I have
you screaming the building down you should be nervous of.”
His comment stuck with her all through dinner.