Kitty

Luciano

"Now, I'm going to let you go. Then, I'm going to hunt you down, and shoot you in the face like a proper gentleman."

I smirk at his fear stricken face. Why do bitches always get scared when they're captured and tortured as opposed to they when do this stupid shit?

"Please," he begs, coughing up blood.

"Why are you begging? What are you begging for? You're dead. Accept it,"

The fucking Russi starts to cry.

If it is one thing I hate, it's crying.

"Shut up! Deal with him!"

Getting up, I take off my black gloves and head out the door.

One of my Capos, Paolo, he seems to have a problem.

He can't stay away from Savannah. He can't stop talking about her.

I don't get it.

I tell him:

Don't touch her. Don't go near her. I'll kill you.

I guess he thinks he's indispensable.

But no one is indispensable to Luciano Vitale.

No one.

I get in to car, driving back to the estate

I get in to car, driving back to the estate. I had a problem waiting for me.

According some of my ranking officers, Savannah has been stirring up trouble.

She crashed the Piacere Hall, in just my button up shirt, and then got offended when my men assumed she wanted pleasure.

Kitty assumed a lot, as it turns out, and it's getting to be annoying already.

She assumes I care what she wants or thinks.

She assumes she can talk to me any way she wants to, even though I own Chicago.

She assumes I'm joking when I tell her I'll fuck her mouth shut.

She also seems to think she's not going to pay me my money back, but on all counts she will be sadly mistaken.

It's like, if I don't kill people they don't take me seriously.

I don't have time for big grey eyes with unwarranted and foolhardy fire in them.

I am the Don.

I am Luciano Vitale.

I am ruthless, merciless.

I answer to no one, and no pussy can cuff me.

And no adorable, feisty grey eyed little Kitty can change that.

It has just occurred to me I may have referred to Gattina as 'adorable' in my mind

It has just occurred to me I may have referred to Gattina as 'adorable' in my mind.

First off, I take it back.

Second of all, it was a slip.

I mean, I was engaged for six months; you do see how easy it is for me to... slip when it comes to women.

Now, as I blow out a frustrated breath at her stubborn posture, I wonder how I ever thought she was adorable.

She's a fucking hellcat, and I don't just mean it in the sexy as fuck way.

I probably would blow my own brains out right now; that's why I left my gun on the table.

"Why did you leave this room anyway? Didn't I tell you not to?"

"Well, I didn't ask to be pistol whipped either," she puts a manicured hand on mine in fake sympathy.

"Communication just doesn't seem to be our thing."

See what I'm saying?

Hellcat.

Ah, but she can drag me down to hell anytime.

"Gattina, I told you; I don't go by your rules. You go by mine. When you don't, you end up in the pleasure hall, wondering why men are touching you."

She scoffed, throwing me a disgusted scowl.

"Why do you have a pleasure hall anyway?"

I stare at her a moment, wondering if she actually wanted an answer to such a stupid question.

"For...pleasure?" I ask slowly.

"I wanna go home," she whines.

And here we go...

It's been almost a week since I took her, and we have this argument nearly everyday.

"Yeah, well. I wanna go to the moon, baby. But that's not happening, so deal with it."

Tears well up in her eyes, making me roll mine.

I am not affected by that...

Not in the least.

"But—!"

"Look, I'll take you home-"

"Thank you," she squeals, jumping on top of me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I hold her body against mine with a sigh.

Now to crush her dreams and hopes.

"Gattina, you have to come back here," I tell her softly.

I didn't know I could do soft.

But, apparently I can do a lot for her.

"What?" She pulled back, sadness in her big grey eyes.

"We can... get some of your things. You can visit some of your family for a while,"

That wasn't part of the plan,

"But you have to come back here. I can't let you go home."

"But I won't say anything! What about Omertà or something?"

My breathing hitches. How did she—

"Wattpad."

"Look; I just can't let you go. You have a large debt you owe me, and I can't be seen as weak. I am the Don: I show no mercy. But I have shown more mercy to you than I have my own flesh and blood."

She still sits in my lap, my hands around her waist.

Knowing she doesn't have any underwear beneath my shirt makes me tempted to just finger her into submission.

But I feel guilty for even thinking like that about her, which is highly unusual.

So, frustrated and confused, I blow up on her.

I throw her off me, just on the bed of course.

"Look, I said no. You are not going home! So stop whining and complaining and be grateful I didn't send you to a whore house to pay me back."

I turn and stalk away before, I can see the tears in her eyes.

The fear.

But I am Luciano Vitale.

I bow to no one.

And everyone fears me.

Especially grey eyed little Kitties with an unwarranted and foolhardy fire in their eyes.