His Mafia Bride

ALINA

“Dante what are you cooking?” I asked with a cock brow as I meandered into the broad kitchen.

My eyes took in every detail of the kitchen.

The kitchen was huge. It seemed like a dinning room. A long shiny marble kitchen counter laid in the middle, separating the broad kitchen into two parts.

Various cupboards and carved stools of different designs were littered all around. The rays of the sun gave off rainbow specks  to the grey tiles of the kitchen wall as it hit them.

We had already eaten a sumptuous breakfast prepared by the hotel cooks so what was Dante cooking?

Dante who had his back turned against me, stood near one of the induction stoves that were built into the kitchen counter.

He had an apron on and a hair net which I really found very amusing.

He was whisking eggs and cream in a bowl.

He pivoted and a beam shone in his eyes. “Well this is frittata. It’s just like omelette but garnished with meat, cheese and vegetables. I’m making it specially for you”

“Why?” I shrugged my shoulders.

Dante sighed and dropped the bowl on the counter. “Because it’s going to be your last meal” his voice dropped low.

I weazed hard and stepped back doe eyed.

Dante erupted into fits of laughter and shook his head. “Silly girl. I’m making it because I want you to taste one of my favourite Italian dishes”

I put a hand on my chest and breathed out. “Stop doing that” I chided him midly.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Are we still going on a tour round Rome today?” I asked shyly.

“Ofcouse sweetheart” Dante huskily replied.

I smiled like a dog with two tails and hugged Dante subconsciously.

At once I pulled out, realising what I had done and my cheeks reddened.

“If you want to touch me wife…”he lowly began with a smirk. “Do it well silly”he added with his one hand snaking around my waist and tugging me closer to him.

My face went beetroot red. “Dante stop and cook” I fumbled a reply, my eyes darting to the ground.

I swiftly freed myself from his grip and pivoted but stopped mid way and drifted my eyes back to him.

I turned my head towards him and softly pinched his cheek. “You are the silly one and it’s cute”

Dante grinned like a baby given candy and continued making breakfast.

* * * * * * * *

I and Dante walked down the cobble streets of Rome. Everything felt so amazing and surreal; the brilliant sun shining down happily, the cars bustling and people flowing like a tide.

Dante asked if we should take a car but hell no.

I insisted we walked. How would I enjoy my tour if we don’t walk hand in hand and relish the moment? He brought along two disposable cameras that each had space for about sixty photographs.

That way we could capture the moments of our beautiful tour.

The street we were in had a lot of old Italian apartments, balconies that had people’s clothes and rugs hanging out of it. The road was cobbled and it added to the beauty.

Loud chirpings from men and women both young and old filled the air. I looked around with a beam on my face and began taking pictures of everyone and everything.

To be very honest, Italy was beautiful.

“Where are we going Dante?” I inquired, taking pictures of the architectural strictures of houses and the people.

In the blink of an eye, Dante took a picture of me with his disposable camera before I could even object.

“Dante” I cried out, almost choking on the air.

“Why did you take it? I’ll definitely look hideous. You didn’t even tell me on time”I scolded.

“You can never look hideous” Dante replied with a boyish grin. “You always look mesmerizing and we are going to my favourite coffee shop” Dante announced as he led me to the front of a dainty coffee shop.

Even though we had eaten enough already, I didn’t mind it. I needed to get as much Italian experience as I could.

We walked merrily to the front of the shop and sat on one of the patio chairs outside. It was very cozy. I rested my camera on the matching table in front of us.

My eyes gazed at the cafe’s barner and I squinted my gaze, trying to pronounce it.

“Opp–oppo…”my voice trailed off as Dante interrupted me with a chortle.

“Oppio Caffë principessa” he corrected.

Show off. I huffed at him. “You are a show off”

“I corrected you from ruining the Italian language. If I didn’t stop you on time you would have probably bitten your tongue”he cockily replied with charming smiles.

This man was so insanely confident, it amused and irked me.

“I’ll go order for us. What would you like to eat?” Dante asked with a slightly raised brow.

“I don’t know. Surprise me”I replied smiling.

“Oh I will”he said, his tone suddenly sultry before he entered the interior of the shop.

I sat still, my eyes roving about, greedily feeding on the architectural designs of Rome. My body was literally basking in the warmth of the sun and the breeze just gave off a serene feeling.

I tilted my head and spotted Dante through the window coming out with a large spherical tray.

He came out and placed it infront of me. It contained two oval shaped cups of  chocolate drink and a circular plate filled with what seemed like chicken nuggets.

The aroma evolving from it was heavenly. I couldn’t wait to bring it to my taste buds.

“Hmm they smell lovely” I groaned with a watery mouth.

“These my dear wife are called Crocchette di pollo e ricotta, a dish filled with chicken and ricotta”

His Italian accent was amazing. I just loved the way it rolled from his tongue.

He brought one to my face, holding it for me to take a bite.

I tried taking it out of his hand but he gave me a quirky look and shook his head as if telling me to eat it from his hand.

I felt my cheeks heated up and gave in to his demand.

Bringing my face closer, I took a bite  out of it. My eyes widened and I let out a low moan.

This was delicious.

“You like it don’t you?” Dante cooly asked.

I nodded and grabbed it out of his hand, taking bites out of it.

“You look beautiful Alina” Dante leaned in closer.

I blushed at his statement and continued chewing the food.

“How does it taste?” Dante asked as he took a bite out of one.

“Exquiste and sweet”

“I bet that’s how your pussy tastes”He charmingly whispered with a wink.

All the colours drained from my face at his sensual wordings.

“Stop that”I chided teasingly with my red cheeks.

He laughed at my blushed self and awkwardness as we continued our food. We talked about so many things as we ate and enjoyed the fine view of the street.

It was just beautiful.

“I’m so filled and desperate to explore Rome”I said with a grin.

He raised a brow at me and took one last gulp of his chocolate drink before standing up and stretching his hand towards me.

I took hold of it with a giggle and grabbed my camera.

A contentious smile adopted itself on my face. Time to explore.