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- I'm your gardener, Nacho. I am pleased to.

" Little Italian name, " I said senseless, but it only occurred to me.

I reached out a hand that was slightly flabby, and shook my strong hand

the caller.

- I'm Spanish. He raised his eyebrows with even more amusement, almost completely

sliding into the shadow so that I could see it carefully.

Oh my God, I groaned when I saw that his whole body was covered

colorful tattoos. All drawings formed a long-sleeved shirt.

They started at the wrists and ended where the neck began. It was clear that a lot

he works physically because his slender muscular body did not have a single gram of fat; He was not

huge or somehow extremely muscular, rather slender as a footballer or athlete. t-shirt

on the straps she barely covered his completely shaved cage, and the light jeans slipped slightly

from the buttocks, revealing light underwear. If it wasn't for the tool belt, it would probably fall

from it, showing the most interesting place. At one point I noticed with concern that

I drool at the sight of this handsome guy and mentally I paid myself a puffy cake

in the face.

- Maybe you are thirsty? I asked, rolling my eyes eloquently, and then again

I scolded myself for this flirting test. Thirsty, thirsty - my subconscious was knocking

in the head, shaking her irritably. You are thirsty yourself, even though you don't want to drink,

I thought.

The man pulled a dark scarf from behind his belt and wiped it before he sat in the armchair next to him

head.

" I'm thirsty, thanks, " he replied, pouring water.

I was surprised by his openness, because the people in the residence were rather strong

restrained against me.

- How long have you worked for my husband? I asked, biting the olive and pushing it

a platter of food towards him.

- Recently. I will only take care of this house, ”he announced, reaching for a piece

melon. - Don wanted specific solutions in the garden. Will I be able to do it with him today?

discuss?

- I really doubt it. I shrugged and snorted resignedly. - First,

he works late, and secondly, I ran away from him here. - I sarcastically poured a toast

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previously a glass of wine. - Non-alcoholic champagne?

My answer clearly pleased the man, or maybe it just seemed so.

Anyway, he relaxed and looked at his watch, then grabbed another portion of the melon.

- Well, I will talk to him the next time. He stood up and seemed to be looking

something on the toolbar. Without taking his eyes off what he was doing, he asked: " Why are you drinking wine? "

Soft?

" Because I'm pregnant, " I said without thinking.

The melon almost fell out of his mouth and his eyes seemed slightly panicked. Burying at

his arms dropped, previously zipping the sachet he had on the side.

- Massimo Torricelli will have a baby?

His behavior became increasingly stranger, and his inquisitiveness and ruthlessness

annoying.

- Nacho, what does it matter for the garden?

- None, Laura, but it's for you. And a little bit for me, my sister is also pregnant. This

changes a lot. A pleasant afternoon. He kissed my hand and disappeared before glancing at

entrance to the property.

After a few seconds Rocco appeared in the front door and looked at

me, looked around, nodded and went inside.

A strange type from this gardener, I thought, eating on and writing off for Christmas

wishes of friends. One million percent take drugs or the plants it breeds are some

narcotic. Normal people are not that happy, and they certainly don't talk about it

degree what he.

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CHAPTER 16

On Christmas Eve morning I woke up after eleven, when the sun was peering into the main

bedroom. I scolded myself for not covering the shutters and as a punishment I dragged myself out of bed,

without being aware that it was so late. Italians did not celebrate Christmas Eve, but God

Christmas, but because of my culture, Massimo decided to adapt.

I went downstairs and saw a large box in the kitchen standing on the counter. I opened them

and I started to browse the content with interest. There was a small red envelope upstairs,

with a note in it: " The car will be for you at 3pm. " I shook my head and continued feeding

package content. " Chanel" - this inscription confirmed me completely what I was about to find

at the bottom: a black jumpsuit of satin combined with silk, and wonderful stilettos

with a small tip. I clapped my hands, pulling everything out and applying it to myself. Cleavage

it was cut straight, revealing whole shoulders, and wide sleeves finished with tight

welt kept everything in place. The mountain wasn't tense, I'd rather say

loose, cut off at the waist with a narrowing. Thanks to this, the pants were sexy on the buttocks, no

giving opinions to them, but revealing all their curves; perfect. I took out my phone and dialed

barber number by appointment at 1pm. I hung up my dress, ate breakfast

and I went to take a shower.

Fifteen minutes ahead of time I was ready and I was surprised to discover that

the car that was supposed to come for me is also there. I got in the substitute

limousine and I took out my phone. I wanted to call my mother and make her wishes, but not

I had no idea what to say to her. For starters, apologize, and maybe expect her to be her

begin? I stared at the display, but after a few seconds I put it away in a small one

envelope bag.

The car stopped in the driveway of the property, and I saw Massim standing

on the threshold and leaning against the wall. The day, although sunny, was not as warm as it was

yesterday, I would even say that it was just cold. Thermometer

showed eleven degrees in the shade, so I was happy when Massimo started to see the car

towards him. When he opened the door and gave me a hand to help get out, strangely homesick

I threw myself into his arms. With his face snuggled into the black sweater he was wearing, I felt that

he smiles as he stroked my hair and kissed my neck.

" Merry Christmas, dear, " he whispered, tearing me apart. - Let's go because

You are cold.

I raised my eyes to look at him and my legs buckled under me; he was so beautiful.

Gently and slowly I put my hand in his hair and pulled my lips to me

met in a passionate kiss. I kissed him so hard and greedily as if it were to be

our last time.

- Let's have dinner. I bit his lip and grasped his crotch completely in surprise

that his cock is sticking out like a cannon. " Fuck me festive, Don Torricelli. "

Black moaned and with great difficulty freed himself from my embrace.

" I'd love to, but the guests are waiting, come on, " he said, adjusting his pants

in a sensitive place and dragging me down the hall into the house.

Voices, laughter and sounds came from the main dining room, in which I occasionally visited

Polish Christmas carols. I was surprised but I realized that despite Italian guests my husband

he really wanted to convey the atmosphere of my holidays. At this thought, I tightened his hand and looked

gratefully, when he turned just before the threshold and kissed my forehead.

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The first thing I saw was a gigantic Christmas tree with mountains of presents under it. Later

I looked at the wonderfully set table with millions of candles and decorations. When I turned my head

towards the voices that had stopped, until I was speechless.

- I wish you all the best dear. - Massimo gave me a big hug and kiss

on top of the head.

I looked up at him in disbelief, then shifted my gaze to

standing people, then several times at Massim, then gathered around, up to

tears ran down my cheeks.

Seeing this, my mother moved towards me, pulling her husband from her arms and hugging her tightly

each other.

" Sorry, daughter, " she whispered.

I couldn't answer because I was just choking on my own crying. When dad

joined this embrace, it got worse; it seemed to me that I couldn't cry

breathe. We were stuck and I felt all my intricate makeup flowing down my face.

- Apparently, if you roar during pregnancy, this baby is born tearful. - He broke free from stupor

me brother's voice. " Hi, Young, " he said, slightly pushing my parents away and hugging me to

free hand, holding a glass of wine in the other.

That was too much for me.

" Maybe we can go to the toilet, " Olga said, coming closer.

I nodded thoughtlessly, and everyone burst into sincere laughter, amused at mine

astonishment. When I passed my husband, his hand gently brushed mine. I looked

on him.

" Surprise, " he said, winking cheerfully.

I wiped my eyelids, my cheeks, my whole face in general, and sat on a chaise longue in the bathroom,

looking at my friend.

- I wonder how to ask a question, so that it does not sound strange, but what are you all here

are you doing?

" I don't know about them, but I think I was kidnapped, " she started laughing. - Seriously, that

he came for my parents, asked, begged, cried - she sighed. - When I lost him,

tracked down my father and turned me over. You know, it wasn't hard for him to drag the ordinary one

English teacher for your website. He had a vision of my well-being before him

the end of my life, my boundless love for me and a great visit to Sicily. -

She shrugged. " Later he did something even worse: he talked him into a plot he had

give me the final blow.

- Jesus, what happened? - I opened my eyes wide.

- He rented a theater. I looked at her questioningly. - Theater whore rented one with a stage. -

She started waving her arms, outlining the appearance of the room. - Theatre! She screamed as if I were deaf.

- It's good that no audience though. Dad tricked me there, and what? Choir

and orchestra. She nodded. - Yes, my dear, dozens of people playing Guns N'Roses This

I Love. And in the middle of this whole brothel he... So beautiful, strong, dressed up. - Her eyes

they lit up and sighed. And he fucking started singing, and that was another thing not about him

I knew. Fucked such a performance that I had no chance to refuse. - She reached out with a beautiful one

ringing it under my nose. - I agreed.

I sat staring at her, then at the diamond alternately, my mouth was open

and I was wondering how it was possible that my proposal took place in the bedroom. Always

I dreamed of spectacular proposals that would knock me down - and knocked me down, that's all

only not mine. After a while, when I came to myself, I hugged her.

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- And maybe he mentioned in all this idyll and in soaping his parents' eyes that he was

from a mafia family?

- Yes, he started it. She burst out laughing. - He also added that he tried to kill me,

he demolished the house and smashed a car worth several hundred thousand zlotys. But you know dad is

flexible and not worried about stupid things. She tapped her head. - Something you think he has

son-in-law of an angel, artist, Italian gentleman.

- And basically he is not wrong. I lifted my ass from the armchair and reached out to her. - Ale

cool, come on.

We returned to the dining room, where all my family was in conversation at the table.

When I entered, I heard my mother's moaning, tears came to her eyes again. I went to

her and kissed her again, asking her not to cry because I would follow her footsteps. calmed

embraced Dad's shoulder and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.

Massimo beckoned to the waiter and after a while the service of the dishes began. I was surprised

a way of combining Christmas Eve dishes from my country and smuggling Italian into them

accents. As the next delicacies appeared on the table, the atmosphere relaxed. No

I know if it was the result of another bottles of excellent wine or maybe we needed it

everyone time to get used to each other.

At some point, Jakub, dad and don disappeared in the next room, from which after a while

cigars began to smell. God, it's cinematic, after dinner a glass and a cigar. Mom

kidnapped by Olga, she visited the residence, and I grabbed Domenic's shoulder when he tried

join my husband.

" Let's talk, " I said seriously, pulling him toward the big couch. -

Domenico, are you sure what you are doing? I asked, sitting down and seating him next to him.

- You're a hypocrite. His gaze fixed on me was dead and his lips tightened

into a thin line. " I remind you that you married my brother after a month, if that's good. "

I remember.

" One and a half, " I growled, shifting my gaze to the carpet. - Besides, I didn't have one

exit, if you can't remember, Massimo kidnapped me.

- But he didn't force him to marry. - He interrupted me. - Not until you get pregnant. - I looked at

mocking him. - Well, the child may have been his merit, but Laura, look... What am I supposed to do?

wait? I fell in love with her, I want her to be with me, I don't lose anything, I can only gain. Always

there are divorces, and I feel that this is her. He clenched his fists tightly and his eyes closed

they burned with anger. " And besides, what she did for me proved that she felt it for me. "

itself.

I nodded, nodding silently what he was saying. Actually, I was probably

the last person who should moralize him at the moment. I reached out and gave him

signal to hug me.

- Hey, that's my fiance! - I heard a voice and felt my friend pushing me away.

Olo sat down on Domenic's lap and placed a shameless kiss on his lips,

completely without worrying about my mother's presence.

- Why aren't your parents here? I asked, looking at her.

- They couldn't leave Grandma and she couldn't come. She shrugged.

The rest of the evening passed by the fireplace. We sang Christmas carols - each one's own - what

it was a bit confusing, and we were opening presents. Ola got a car, red - wonderful

alfa romeo spider convertible. Of course, it was not without stinging attention, whether this car also

will be devastated in the event of a short circuit. For which I gave Olga a solid blow

at the occiput. I didn't expect my husband's gifts to be cheap, but when

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I saw what my parents got, stuck me a bit. Russian sable fur, which

my mother pulled out of the box, blocked the flow of oxygen to my brain, probably hers too. Dad

while he was happy to discover that he is the owner of a sailboat parked in Masuria and almost

he cried because he always dreamed about it. I looked disapprovingly at Massim and knocked

in head.

" You're exaggerating, dear, " I whispered directly into his ear. - Nobody expects such

gifts, especially since we have no way to get back.

Black smiled slightly and kissed my forehead, pressing me down.

- Little, and who should I give it to? Besides, I don't expect a rematch. Open your gift.

He nudged me lightly towards the Christmas tree so that I would find what he had prepared for me.

I rummaged among the branchy branches, looking for something for myself and unable to do anything

to find, I sat on the floor, pumping out my lower lip. Massimo stood up with amusement

and reached for the branch above me, on which hung a black envelope. He handed it to me, standing in front of him,

and waited. I was surprised and terrified - I hated the envelopes he gave me because

it reminded me of the night he said I was kidnapped. I turned the paper in my fingers

looking at my husband, who seemed to read what I was thinking and turned around

gently head.

- You can open it. A soft smile played on his lips.

I tore open the envelope and pulled out the documents. I started reading, but unfortunately

everything was Italian.

- What is it? I frowned, not knowing what I got.

- Business. He knelt down beside me and took my hand. - I wanted to give you independence,

and at the same time let you do what you love. We will create a clothing brand for you. - When is it

he said, until I stopped. - You'll have an atelier in Taormina, Emi will help you with your selection

designers. You'll fix...

I did not let him finish, throwing him into his arms, which had the effect that don

he fell over and I covered him with an indecently long kiss. His hands without embarrassment

they found my buttocks and began to knead them steadily. Even the eloquent grunt of mine

we have not done much. It was the best gift he could give me and something he couldn't

I expected - work.

" I love you, " I whispered as I finally sucked away from his lips.

- I know. He grabbed me and lifted me up, standing next to me.

My parents looked at us and seemed to be pleased. I thanked God for the fact that

it's calm and nothing happens. However, I knew that holidays lasted longer than one day

and knowing my happiness something will happen but I preferred not to think about it. I was glad that they do not have

the notion that they were in the residence of the mafia don, which is guarded by dozens of bodyguards, and on

several months earlier, a son-in-law shot a man in the driveway.

- I have a gift too. - I stepped away from him and stood so that everyone would make me

they saw. " It's hard to give a present to someone who has absolutely everything, " I said in two

tongues and I gently stroked the bottom of my stomach, and my husband's eyes grew gigantic

and black. " I will give you something you really desire... " My voice broke, so I caught it deep

inspiration. - I will give you a son. - Massimo petrified. - It's a boy, honey, and I know we had no

check but...

Black's big arms grabbed me up, and a squeak escaped from my lips when

I was gliding over my family. Don was smiling broadly and triumphantly as he put me down

kissing.

- I told you! He exclaimed, giving high five to Domenic. - I said it would be

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successor, Luca Torricelli.

I gave him a look full of thunder, but he didn't do anything about it, and he continued

received congratulations. He'll be the successor, the mafioso - over my dead body, I thought.

When everyone slowly began to yawn, showing fatigue to all and everyone,

I decided we were going to sleep. Massimo wisely placed his parents in the wing the most

away from our bedroom and any sensitive points of property that could

betray a face other than known to him.

" Honey, " I said to my husband, stroking his cheek as we stopped

in the wardrobe to get rid of the official costumes. - How did you do that? - He looked at me surprised

smiling slightly. " My parents, " I explained when he still didn't know what I was asking. -

How were they here?

Black tightened his arms around me and laughed wickedly.

" Remember how the day they arrested Domenic, I had to do something? " -

I nodded, confirming. - That's when I was scheduled to talk to yours

parents. In a way, I explained the situation to them and told them about my feelings and intentions

to you. I apologized for the whole situation, blaming myself, and I promised Clara

second wedding and reception. He stroked my hair as if to calm my thoughts. -

Of course, I saved them knowledge of what I do.

- You are the best husband in the world. - My tongue was trying to slip into his mouth,

unfortunately to no avail.

" I need to talk to Domenik, " Massimo said, kissing my forehead. -

I'll be back before you finish the shower.

I grimaced ostentatiously because I was hoping he would join me, but unfortunately mine

hopes for satisfying the exuberant libido have been dispelled. Don kissed again

this time on my cheek, and he disappeared on the stairs. I stood like a pole, ingrown into the ground

and I was furious, knowing that loud anger would do nothing to me. When the door

down below they closed, I let out a wild roar and stamped my heels hard, went into the shower.

I wasn't in a hurry, I had to shave my legs, which I hated the most in the world,

and wash my hair, which I hated even more. The amount of varnish that my hairdresser applied today,

she was deadly and overwhelming. I decided to give my damaged tip a long one

regeneration, so I came up with more treatments standing under hot water. Almost an hour later

I was already clean, fragrant and without one fluff on my body.

I left the bathroom wrapped in a massive black Massima robe and dripped from my hair

water. I went into the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs leading to the living room. My husband

he would throw wood into the fireplace and sip amber liquid from the glass. He turned at the sight of me

and put his hand in his pocket, taking another sip. We were stuck hypnotized by ourselves; its long

his legs were slightly apart, his feet barefoot, and his white shirt half open.

I grabbed the belt that held the robe and untied it. At this view

Massimo began rhythmically biting his lower lip and straightened slightly. I dropped it on

the ground and parted the laps of dark material, sliding it off my shoulders. When he fell to the floor

I took the first step towards my husband. He stood with his eyes narrowed slightly, and I almost

I saw his pants swell in step.

" Put the glass down, " I said, standing on the last step.

Black obediently, though slowly, he did my request, leaning over the bench

and putting an amber liquid on it. When he straightened, I was standing a few centimeters from

him. I was slowly unbuttoning more buttons, cufflinks, and finally took off my shirt,

stroking his bare skin gently. He stood with his mouth parted as I kissed every scar on

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his arms, chest and stomach. I followed his body down with kisses until I knelt down

fly height. He swallowed loudly when I started to unbutton the belt and his hands

they went to my face. Looking into his eyes, I fought the clasp first and then

with fly. This situation clearly excited him because before the slide got stuck at the end,

I could see his erection rising from my pants. Black's hands

they moved smoothly to the back of my head and with a firm motion pushed me towards

your ready cock.

His resistance caused him great surprise, so he loosened my grip, and I to the end

I took off his pants.

- Why don't you have any underwear? I asked, feigning anger as I got up from my knees.

With undisguised amusement, he shrugged and took him completely naked

previously set glass. I turned and walked with his eyes, I went to

on the couch, then sat down on it and spread my legs wide apart.

" Come here, " I commanded, pointing to a place on the floor between them.

Massim's smile changed into a slightly crafty smile. By the end, my husband

he fell to his knees in front of me. I grabbed his hair, gripping it tightly before and before

I pulled him to my wet slit, watched for a moment. His eyes burned alive

fire, and dry lips tightened from time to time. He was spinning impatiently and I punished him

for a lonely shower. I ran my thumb over his lips, putting my finger inside.

He gently pulled his head out, indicating that he was about to start, but I ignored it.

At some point, he could not stand this torture and, pulling my thighs, pulled me down

so that my pussy was right under his chin. Expecting an attack, he grabbed me

by the neck and nailed to the seat. His tongue crept in with one swift movement

slippery lips and began to caress greedily. I shouted loudly, clutching at the couch. Mouth

Massima sucked on a swollen clitoris, and it seemed to me that I would get there before he got on his feet.

He parted his lips with his fingers and, as he reached the most sensitive place, watched how

pleasure twists my body. I tried to look at him, but this view led me to

crazy, so I closed my eyes and bit a plush pillow. For vigorous torture

joined his slender fingers, which with one push he put in me. He put them on and pulled them out

to the rhythm of your trained language. I moaned, fidgeted and writhed under him as he made fun

me more and more. Then I felt my body getting hot and chills shaking my body.

Orgasm was born at such a speed that I couldn't catch my breath when it came.

I exploded, clenching around his fingers, and he accelerated even more. When he was finishing

one came, another came until after the third I pushed him away, unable to bear more

pleasure.

Massimo pulled me a little bit off the couch so that my feet touched the ground,

and poked at himself. He entered almost completely without friction, because my saliva was wet from his saliva

very ready to accept this thickness. I was half conscious when he rubbed his hips, amazing

first in slow motion and then systematically accelerating. His fingers are still wet

he squeezed my nipple, twisting it and pinching it.

" I want to feel you harder, " he panted and tucked the pillows under my ass and my back

arched. " Better now, " he growled contentedly and began to fuck me so hard that

I couldn't even scream.

Smoldering orgasms inside me began to break through the merciless once again

thrust his hips. I opened my eyes and met a mad look

of my husband. I saw teeth clenched through parted lips; he was amok. By frame

drops of sweat flowed down and he was gasping for air. This view, its smell and what it did

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made me unable to fight with myself anymore.

" Harder, " I screamed, slapping him in the face while all my muscles were on

my body tensed with a powerful wave of pleasure that flooded me.

The blow I inflicted on him made him let out a powerful roar, exploding

right behind me. His hips did not slow down, and he screamed and shook, then fell on me

completely exhausted.

We lay breathless, trying to catch up with our breaths. The sweaty Massima cage waved

up and down when I shook his hair with trembling hands. I kissed carefully

manicured facial hair on his face, moving his lips over a rough surface. I looked at

his perfectly smooth and perfect skin was flawless.

- Why don't you have any tattoos? I asked, laying on my back.

- I don't like tattoos, why do you mean and cut your body? He turned and looked at

me. - Besides, I'm quite conservative in this matter, for me tattoos are a domain

prisoners, and I would not like anything to associate me with such a place.

" Why did you hire a gardener in your new home, which is all covered with them? "

It seemed to me that...

- Gardener? Massimo interrupted me, and the gaiety disappeared from his gaze.

I opened my eyes wide, surprised by his reaction, and frowned slightly,

wondering what he meant.

- Nacho, our bald tattooed gardener from Spain, wanted to see you yesterday

on the garden.

Black took a deep breath and swallowed hard. He sat up, pulling me on

together.

" Honey, can you tell me exactly what you mean? "

calmly, even though I saw that inside it shakes with anger.

This sight frightened me. I stood up, breaking free from his hands that rested on

my shoulders, and annoyed I began to circle him.

- Why don't you tell me first what you mean?

He was silent for a moment, without taking his eyes off me, and his lower lip was in his grip

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