+15 Points > here. Women belong in the kitchen and bedroom. You should be in bed spreading your legs puttana," he says. I reach for my gun, but I'm not quick enough as Luciana places her own gun against the ba**ard's forehead. "You should put that gun away little girl, before you hurt yourself," the idiota says. Bruno turns to me to speak, but before he can get a word out, the sound of the shot rings out. Luciana puts her gun away before she comes to stand by my side. She threads her fingers with mine. "Let me introduce myself. I am Luciana Caruso, your Donna. I hope today helps you understand my role in this family. I accept nothing but respect, as does my husband," she says. "Clean this mess up. I will be having a conversation with my father about teaching his men respect. As my wife said, this type of disrespect will not be tolerated. You will protect her just as you protect me." We turn to leave the warehouse. I swear I don't think my d*ck has ever been this hard in my life. I didn't think I would like seeing my wife get her hands dirty, but damn if it wasn't the biggest turn on for me. She slides into the back seat and I slide in next to her. I'm shocked when her guard closes the door without getting in. My first thought is to pull her into my lap, but I'm not sure if that's smart since she still has her gun. My phone vibrating interrupts anything that is about to happen. I pull it from my jacket pocket and practically groan when my father's name flashes on my screen. "Pop, I am supposed to be spending time with my new bride." "I am in no mood for your mouth, Enzo. One of my men told me that your second took Fredrick this morning. What the f**k is happening," he asks, his voice laced with irritation. "Your man upset my wife by letting unwanted guests into our reception. He has been dealt with for his actions and disrespect." "Since when do you deal with my men? I think you forget who is still the Don of this family, Enzo. I say when you become the boss. Until then, you let me deal with my men, capisce (understand)," he says. Anger bubbles to the surface, but I quickly tamp it down. As much as I want to tell the old man to f**k off, he is my father and the head of our family. "Capisce" I say back. "Good, now how is my new daughter-in-law? I hope she is excited about your trip to Sicily today. Hopefully, this trip will result in grandbabies so she can get this idea of helping you run the family out of her head. I expect you to help her understand her role in our family, Enzo. I have said it before, and it has never been more true with all the sh*t that is happening with the feds. You need her to provide you with a refuge from the hardness of our lives and heirs. Business is no place for women and your wife will be no different," he says. I ignore his sentiment and focus on the safest part of what he just said. "Papa, we have decided not to take the trip right now. We need time to get to know each other better to truly enjoy such a trip. We will take our honeymoon when we are ready." There is a long silence before he finally speaks again. "Enzo, did you consummate your marriage," he asks, taking me off guard. "I respect you papa, but what happens in my bedroom with my wife is of no concern to you. I will not force her to do anything she isn't ready to do. She has come into our marriage untouched." I notice Luciana stiffening out of the corner of my eye hearing me speak about our wedding night. I need to make sure my father understands that I will not force myself on any woman, especially not my wife. There is a long pause of silence before he finally speaks again. "I expect you and your new bride at our home for dinner tonight since you aren't taking the trip that your mother planned. This is not a request Enzo. This is an order as your father and as your Don. Do not be late," he says before cutting the call. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the headrest as I slide my phone back into my pocket. The feeling of a soft hand sliding into mine stops the torrent of thoughts whirling in my mind. I open my eyes to look at this woman who shocks me at every turn. "Thank you, Enzo" she says. She scoots closer to me. I wrap 2/3 14 The Donna my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to my side. "You're welcome, amore." 12 Comments Get Bonus (Ad) > Vote 90 +15 Points > 15 Strike Three Luciana POV The car lurches forward, and I make no move to pull away from Enzo. I don't know what I'm more shocked by. Enzo's father's bulls*t view about women or Enzo making it clear he had no place in our marriage. I'm sure Marco plans to spew more of his antiquated rhetoric at dinner, but I feel better feeling like I have Enzo at my back. "I'm sure you heard most if not all of that conversation. Since we have time before we have dinner, I'd like to take you to some special place," he says. "I'd like that, but can we go to the hotel first so I can change into more appropriate dinner attire. I don't think your father would appreciate my bloody clothes," I say with a smile. "That won't be necessary. You can get changed at the place we are going," he says. I go to open my mouth, but he presses his finger against my lips. I can't deny even the simple touch has warmth spreading in my belly. "It's a surprise, my wife," he says. He pulls his finger away, quickly replacing it with his lips. I know giving into his touch is going to dissolve my resolve much quicker, but I can't bring myself to pull away as he threads his hand in the hair at the back of my neck. He deepens the kiss. I'm not sure how much time passes, but when he pulls away we are both breathless. His smug smile lets me know he realizes how much he is affecting me. Before I can say anything, the speaker interrupts the moment. "Boss, we are here," Bruno says. "Come, let's see our new home," he says. What, new home? The door opens and he steps out. He offers his hand to me and leads me up to a beautiful mansion. It's nowhere near as big as the Rizzo compound, but it's beautiful just the same. I do love my old home, but it was definitely over the top. The sound of beeping brings me out of my thoughts. "The code is our anniversary and your birthday," he says as he pushes the door open. I go to step past him when he scoops me up in his arms. "Enzo, what the hell are you doing," I ask, as he carries me inside. "Carrying my bride inside our new home, amore," he says. He sets me on my feet and I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. The decor is perfect. It's not extravagant but it's still stunning. I couldn't have done better if I decorated it myself. I have a feeling that he had help, but the fact that he did all this means everything to me. I can feel that wall that I've erected starting to crumble, but I'm still not ready to completely give this man my heart until I know I can trust him. "We won't have time for the grand tour, but you'll have time to freshen up. I know this dinner isn't ideal, Luciana, but I need you to know I meant what I said to my father." "I appreciate that, Enzo. Do you want to show me to our room?" A smile spreads across his face as he motions for me toward the stairs. When we reach the hallway, I notice that there are four other bedrooms beside the master. I assume the double door at the end of the hallway is the master bedroom. I push open the door and take in the huge room. "If there is anything you don't like, we can have it changed," he says from behind me. I turn, stepping toward him. I press a quick kiss on his lips. "It's perfect. I don't want to change anything." "I'm glad you like it." He shows me a bathroom that will definitely be one of my favorite rooms in our house. It's still crazy to think this is our house. He takes my hand, leading me toward a wooden door on the opposite side of the room. "This is your closet" he says, pushing open the door. The smile fades from my face as a woman who looks like she forgot part of her outfit is hanging clothes up in the closet. "Oh, Mr. Caruso, I had hoped to be done before you returned," she says, batting her eyes at Enzo. 1/3 15 Strike Three +15 Points > "Teresa, I thought I made it perfectly clear that Marjorie was the only maid allowed in our bedroom," he says, pulling me to his side. "I apologize, Mr. Caruso. Marjorie was busy, so I thought I would be helpful and organize Mrs. Caruso's clothes," she says. I'm sure she thought she would be helpful alright. I pull out of his hold and step toward the b**ch who finally meets my eyes. "Have you f**ked my husband?" The color drains from her face and I fight the urge to laugh. "Amore," he says, but I don't turn to look at him. She drops her gaze to the floor and begins shifting foot to foot. "You are fired. Collect your belongings and leave." "Mrs. Caruso," she starts to say, but I cut her off quickly. "Let's not play games. You thought that you'd let me know that you f**ked my husband by being here dressed like a puttana, and maybe I'd leave so you can play mistress of the house. News flash, I know he is a man wh*re, but that doesn't mean I will allow you to disrespect me in my own home. Get the f**k out before I lose my patience and make a mess of my beautiful new clothes with my gun." She rushes out of the closet like her a** is on fire. I turn to face Enzo, barely hanging onto my control as anger flows through me. Just when I thought he might prove he is more than his father's son, he does something as stupid as letting a maid he's f**ked continue to work in our home. "Luciana, she was not supposed to be here," he says, like that will make any of this better. "Even if she wasn't supposed to be in this closet, you still allowed one of your puttanas to taint our new home. I'm going to take a shower and I suggest if you have any more of your puttanas working in this house, they not be here when we get back tonight. By the way that was strike two." I grab a sundress and a bra and pantie set before I push past him. I'm grateful when he doesn't try to stop me. I head into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I take my time in the shower hoping that the hot spray will not only wash away the blood but also tamper down my anger. I don't need to deal with. my mysoganstic father-in-law already feeling volatile. I step out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy white towel. A knock on the door has me gripping the towel tightly. "Amore, I just wanted to check on you." "No need. I'm almost done, then we can go." I grab my phone off the vanity and send a quick text to Herbito. I quickly dress throwing my dirty clothes in the hamper. I take a deep breath feeling much more in control. I step out of the bathroom and find Enzo sitting on the bed. "Luciana, I'm sorry" he starts to say, but I don't respond. I head into the closet and grab a wedge sandal. Once I step out of the closet I walk toward the door, but Enzo steps in front of me. "Luciana, I am sorry I wasn't thinking. I've never been in a relationship, and I'm f**king up at every turn," he says. I throw my head back and laugh. "Enzo, you are not a stupid man and you'll never convince me you are. Inconsiderate maybe, but not stupid. I am going to tell you the same thing I told the men in the warehouse. I do not tolerate disrespect." "I'm sorry, I'll do better," he says. "We will see." "Luciana, what did you mean, when you said that was strike two?" "I'm sure being from New York you know baseball Enzo. You might not want to find out what happens if you make it to strike three." I step around him and make my way downstairs. "Luciana," Enzo calls out to me, but I don't stop as I open the door. I reach the car just in time for Herbito to open it for me, before he gets in and sits across from me. A few seconds later Enzo slides in next to me. Irritation rolling off him. The ride to my in laws home is in silence. Thankfully, it's not far from the home that Enzo purchased. Despite what happened earlier, when Enzo offers me his hand, I take it. We make our way into Enzo's childhood home. "Herbito, please feel free to stay in the sitting room until we are finished with dinner" Enzo says. Herbito looks at me for his orders and I nod 2/3 < 15 Strike Thwee A few seconds later my mother-in-law's squeal brings a smile to my face. "There she is. My new daughter. I didn't expect to see you for a week, but I understand your decision," she says. "Thank you, Maria." "There they are, my son and daughter-in-law." He comes in front of me kissing both my cheeks. "Enzo, let's let the ladies tend to dinner while we talk in my office" he says. I tighten my fist at my side, but decide spending time with Maria is a far better choice right now than being in Marco's office. Enzo POV As soon as I walk into my father's office, he whirls on me. His fist in my gut was unexpected but not uncommon. "What the f**k is wrong with you? I thought I raised a man. You dare tell me that what happens in your bedroom is not my business. I am the head of this family. Everything is my business. This marriage was to solidify this family's place in our world. Instead of telling your wife her place, you are letting her lead you around by the balls," he says. "Are you done?" His backhand was expected this time. "Don't make me take you to the basement and remind you of exactly who is in charge. Now you will put your wife in her place. If she doesn't do her wifely duty, you will show her that one of many women who fall at your feet will. I've seen women like her who think they are strong until you teach them exactly who is in charge," he says. "Now, I'll ask you again. Have you f**ked your wife and consummated your marriage," he asks. "Yes, but do you think I was going to speak to you about f**king my wife with her sitting next to me in the car? Not really appropriate conversation for her to overhear." "Good, you had me worried, Enzo." He walks to the door on the opposite side of his office. When he opens it, the last woman I f**ked, walks into the room. What the f**k is his game? "I figured after a few rounds of vanilla s*x you could use a good release." "Papa" | start to say as the woman crosses the room and drops to her knees in front of me. "Don't disappoint me, Enzo. I need to know that you haven't become weak." I look down at the puttana who is starting to fumble with my belt and zipper. I close my eyes, knowing that I can't let this happen. I don't want this to happen. I'm just about to push her away as she wraps her hand around my c**k. "That's strike three," I hear from behind me. I turn just in time to see Luciana turn to leave.