18-First Date

**Isabella**

Marcello gets home by eleven o'clock with a smitten expression on his face. I'm so angry with that man, but I'm secretly relieved Vincent is dead. He was a vile person, and now I never have to worry about running into him if I ever go back to Jersey and he won't be able to hurt any more young girls or women. Maybe I am horrible for thinking this, but Marcello did the world a favor.

"Marcello, we need to talk." He walks to me and kisses my forehead.

"Let's talk, bellissima." He scoops me up and carries me to my room. I hate how attractive I find him right now when I'm supposed to be angry with him. He just took a man's life and here I am, melting in his arms. Ezra was right when he said we are built for each other. Marcello sits on my bed and adjusts me to where I'm straddling his lap. One of his hands rubs my back while the other hand rests on my thigh.

"Are you fucking crazy, Marcello? You can't go around killing everyone who has done wrong by me." His relaxed expression becomes hardened.

"Yes, I am fucking crazy. And yes, I can kill anyone who does wrong by my bellissima. No one will even think about inconveniencing you as long as you are with me." So this is Marcello, the mafia boss.

"If you kill another person before consulting with me, I will never speak to you again." He will respect what I ask, or he can watch me leave.

I thought he would be angry, but a smile spreads across his face instead. "I like the sound of that, Isabella. In fact, I will be consulting with you for every decision I make because you will be leading the mafia with Ezra and I. You will be at every meeting, learn self defense, and trained to properly use guns."

Marcello doesn't know this, but I have a lot of experience with guns. I have a small collection of them at Alli's house that I'm sure they would like to see. "I won't need trained on guns."

"It is important that you know how to use them. We live a dangerous life." He's so cute sometimes.

"I'm saying, I already know how to use guns. I use them well, actually." Marcello still doesn't seem to take me seriously, judging by the look on his face.

"We will see where you are skill wise." I roll my eyes.

"I'm good. Very good, and you can see for yourself. Let's go to Alli's to get my guns and hit the range tonight." His smirk is getting on my nerves.

"What guns do you have? .22LR?" It's as if he is trying to insult me at this point.

"I have a Smith & Wesson Model 29, 50AE, three 454 Casulls, three AK-47s, and an Uzi Submachine. Unfortunately, I can't take my Uzi to the range. I used to have more guns, but I sold a lot of them when I moved back here from Jersey. And no, I don't have any pink or Tiffany Blue guns." I don't care to have girly weapons, but more power to the women who do.

"Maybe I am underestimating you a little." I see lust growing in his eyes. Talking guns with him is a clear turn-on.

"What gun did you kill Vincent with?" My question take us both by surprise. I feel like I need some kind of closure.

"I did not kill him with a gun, but once he was dead I shot him between the eyes with an FNX-45 Tactical for the hell of it." I should feel disgusted. I want them to think I'm disgused so I don't look like a terrible person, but I want to know what exactly Marcello did to Vincent.

"How did you kill him? I want to know details." He keeps eye contact with me as he speaks.

"I entered his home while he was asleep and taped his mouth shut. Then I tied him to the bed, face down, while my men kept him still and I cut all his clothes off of him. I grabbed a belt from his dresser and beat him with it as hard as I could for a few hours. Occationally, I would add salt to his wounds. I needed to take a break, so I smoked a joint with the guys and used Vincent's back as an ashtray. His room was a blood-bath by the time I finished, but he was still alive. I removed the tape so I could hear him beg for his life, but he said something that pissed me off. I strangled him until the pulse under my fingers stopped and put a pillow over his head before shooting him." He sounds so casual as he talks about it, but he didn't tell me what Vincent said.

"What did he say to you?" He hesitates. "Marcello, tell me."

"He said, 'She will never forgive you for killing her first love.' I told him rape is not love. That is when he smiled and responded, 'Isabella begged for it.' That was the final straw for me." Vincent was a sick bastard. Even in the face of death, he was heartless and evil.

I snuggle up to Marcello. "Thank you."

"Are you thanking me for telling you what I did, or are you thanking me for doing what I did?" I kiss his cheek.

"Both, but that doesn't mean you should kill any more people." Marcello chuckles and stands up, only to put me on my back in my bed. He hovers over my body and studies me.

"You amaze me, Isabella Jean. You are perfect for me." He kisses my forehead and makes himself comfortable beside me. "I am exhausted."

"Get some sleep, Capo. You had a long night." I give him a quick kiss on his lips and get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" He sounds like he's ready to throw a fit and it makes me laugh.

"Ezra is taking me out for lunch and then he's taking me somewhere else, but he said it's a surprise." I have a lot of catching up to do with Ezra, so I'm excited to get alone time with him.

"You two have fun. I will be asleep for the rest of the day." He's so tired, he isn't bothering to change out of his clothes and he's staying in my bed. At least his shoes are off.

"Sleep tight." I grab my shoes, purse, and phone before heading to Ezra's room. I took a shower and got dressed earlier, but he's just now turning the shower off.

I sit my things down on a bedside table and go into the bathroom as he's drying his body. Ezra has a flawless body, smooth and toned. I love watching him. I need to call Alli so I can thank her again for taking me to that club.

"You like what you see?" His confidence makes him even more sexy.

"Yes, very much. It's too bad you're neglecting me." I fake a sad face to make him feel bad, but it doesn't work. He smirks and wraps his towel around his waist. "How long are you going to keep me waiting?"

"We just met and you are more than just our submissive, Isabella. Not to mention, you said you wanted to wait. We are supposed to go on dates and do normal stuff, right? If you were just a simple submissive, then I would have fucked you by now." I understand his point, but he looks so yummy.

"I think it's only fair that I get to taste you, since you got a taste of me the other day." Ezra shakes his head, telling me no.

"We have plans, love. You can suck me when we get to our second destination." He takes me by my chin and leans in to kiss me. His tongue is so skilled, I moan into his mouth. I'm desperate for more, but Ezra is a stubborn man.

"Mmm I want you so bad, Maestro." I run my hand down his body, and our lips meet again. He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist as he walks into the bedroom. He places me on top of his dresser and kisses down my neck.

"I want you too, love. All in good time." I know he's waiting on the right moment; it only makes me want him more. Marcello doesn't believe in taking things slowly, and neither do I apparently. Now I can see why Alli said Ezra is the heartbreaker because he is investing emotions and effort into our relationship before taking everything I have to offer.

"Please don't break my heart, Ezra. I can accept who you both are and I'll do the best I can at yours and Marcello's side, but you two can't get tired of me one day and decide you don't want me if we're going to get more serious. I'm leaving my career behind and I'm willing to leave the country with you two. That is how much I want this." I want this more than anything.

"You are just as capable of breaking our hearts, Isabella. We are giving a part of ourselves to you that we have never given to any other woman because we want you for good. This is not some agreement between you and us anymore; you are our family now." It seems too good to be true. Maybe I'm just not used to things working in my favor, so I'll try to not ruin this for myself.

"A family is exactly what I've been wanting my entire life." I would die a happy woman if the rest of my days were spent with Ezra and Marcello.

"Do you want children?" A part of me can imagine having a little Ezra or Marcello, but kids were never part of my plan.

"I never wanted kids. It would be a huge physical sacrifice for my body, as well as constant worrying for another person. I don't think I am cut out for motherhood." Ezra nods, but he guards his emotions.

"Do you want children, Maestro?" He gives me a peck on my cheek.

"I am not the one who has to give birth. If it is not what you want, I will be happy with just having you. We already have a little furry demon, anyway." He lifts me off the dresser and starts to get dressed. If Ezra wants children one day, he has every right to live the life he dreams of. I don't want to get in his way of becoming a father. I'll have to talk about this again when I have both men with me. For now, I'll prepare myself for our first real date.