My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 92

Giovanni

"I want you to be completely honest with me," the mother of my future children said. She held her head high and chin up as if to show me that she was not afraid of me.

A playful grin tugged at the corners of my lips as I replied, my voice filled with warmth and sincerity, "I will always be honest with you, Amore."

Ellie Blackwood’s expression twisted into a scowl, her distaste for endearments evident. But I couldn’t resist teasing her, knowing that she wouldn’t back down so easily.

"Stop it with the nicknames," she barked.

It was clear that she wouldn’t tolerate any form of affectionate language from me, but I found it all the more entertaining to push her buttons.

My arms lifted in mock surrender as I offered her an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry," I said, meeting her intense gaze. "But I can’t seem to help myself."

Her body grew taut with tension as she glared at me, demanding answers. "What is your game, Giovanni? Why are you forcing yourself into my life?"

I leaned in closer, my expression grave as I rested my elbows on my knees. "Would you believe me if I told you that all of this was for the chance to win your affection?" The words hung heavy in the air between us, charged with emotion and sincerity.

Ellie’s piercing green eyes narrowed as she stared at me, her gaze intense and unwavering. She was dressed in an oversized white T-shirt that hung loosely over her slim frame, paired with worn stone-washed jeans that hid her beautiful curves. A very simple attire that did injustice to her beautiful body and yet...

And yet, I fought against the raging desire to take her upstairs and ravish her.

"No, I don’t believe you. You don’t know me, Giovanni. And I don’t know you. Why would you suddenly want my affection?" Ellie barked, her voice laced with suspicion and confusion. Her words were like a slap in the face, bringing me back to reality and reminding me of the barriers between us.

"My feelings for you are complicated. I do not understand them myself," I said earnestly.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Spare me the dramatics, Giovanni. I don’t have time for your games."

I let out a long sigh. Porca puttana, women are such complicated creatures! A man pours his heart out and she refuses to acknowledge him!

"Bene! Don’t believe me then. Why do YOU think I’m doing it?" I asked sheepishly.

Ellie’s gaze bore into me, her features hardening like stone. "I see right through you," she accused. "You’re only doing this because you crave control. You want to manipulate me, make me feel indebted to you. Showering me with gifts and barging into my life uninvited, all in hopes of getting what you want from me. Like those codes Slava supposedly left for me."

My jaw clenched as I fought to keep my temper in check. "Is that so?" I asked coolly.

Her eyes narrowed in determination. "Yes," she said firmly.

"If you truly believe that I have ulterior motives, then why not just give me what I want?" I challenged. The tension crackled between us, like a spark waiting to ignite into a blazing fire.

"Because I don’t have it, you bastard!" she cried.

Her cheeks turned a fiery red, and her chest heaved with frustration. With a determined bite of her lower lip, she glared at me with her piercing green eyes. Those eyes looked glittery as if tears would fall of any moment now.

Damn, she was gorgeous in her anger. My mind wandered to all the things I wanted to do to her. Make love to her every night, have more redheaded babies, maybe name them after pasta dishes...

"Giovanni!" came her growling voice, bringing me back to reality.

"Si?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep my cool amidst her passionate outburst.

"Did you even hear what I said? I don’t have any codes. I don’t know where they are. Slava never gave me anything special other than Elora," she said, frowning.

"Ah, I see." My mood brightened at the mention of Elora. "How’s my bambina?"

Ellie blinked. "Your...what?"

"Sorry. It means my little girl in Italian," I explained. "How is my little girl?"

"She is not your little girl," Ellie mumbled, but her voice lacked conviction for some reason.

As I leaned forward, the question hung in the air between us like a delicate, fragile thread. "Did she like the presents I sent? Your daughter?" I asked, my tone gentle and curious.

Ellie’s response was laced with irritation as she scrunched her nose adorably. "No, she didn’t. She is a newborn after all, not old enough to have preferences."

Undeterred by her dismissive attitude, I pressed on. "Well then, did you like the presents I sent for you?"

Ellie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I like them very much. Thank you."

Ah...we were finally getting somewhere.

I grinned. "I’m glad to hear that," I replied. "Only the best for my little girl."

"She is not your..." Ellie stopped and groaned as if she finally realized arguing with me was pointless. "I appreciate the gifts, I really do. But I can’t help you, Giovanni. I don’t know what Slava did with the codes."

I waived my hands. "Do not worry about those codes, Amore. I will find them on my own eventually. I won’t bother you about them anymore." I could find other ways to find them. Slava was sleek but I was no fool. I know for sure he left it with Ellie but if Ellie had no idea, I’d have to figure it out on my own.

Ellie’s eyes brightened. "Really? So you will leave us alone?"

I smiled at her sweetly. "I didn’t mean that."

Ellie’s expression fell, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Then what did you mean?" she asked.

I leaned forward, my intense gaze fixed on her. "What I mean is, I won’t constantly hound you about the codes anymore. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to vanish from your life, sweetheart. I have my own motivations for wanting to stay involved."

She studied me, her sharp eyes piercing mine in search of any deceit. "And what could those motivations possibly be?"

I took a moment to choose my words carefully. "Let’s just say I have a deep-seated interest in your safety and well-being. And, of course, Elora and Lucas’s as well." I said, hoping she would understand and trust me.

"B...but...why?" Ellie asked. "You don’t know any of us like that!"

I stood up and stalked toward her like a predator approaching his prey.

"Because, mia cara," I said, dropping to one knee in front of her and grabbing her hand. "I have grown fond of you."

She only stared. Her green eyes dark with emotions.

My words were slow and deliberate as I spoke, the weight of my feelings heavy on my tongue. "I care about you," I said, looking deep into Ellie’s eyes. "And I care about Elora. Though she may not share my blood, she holds a special place in my heart. And now, your son will too."

As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the confusion and disbelief in Ellie’s expression. At least she no longer looked angry at me.

"Giovanni," she whispered. "I don’t understand why."

I shrugged. "I don’t know why either. Maybe it’s because I find you intriguing. You challenge me because you’re stubborn. Or perhaps it’s because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I want you in my bed and..." I paused dramatically before continuing. "My life."

Ellie blinked up at me. "Are you serious?" she asked, nearly gasping.

"Yes," I said simply. "Something about you draws me in. And I can’t resist."

She was silent for a moment as she processed my words. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

I wanted her to many things but now was not the right time to mention all the dirty things I want us to do together.

"I want you to go back to Blackwood’s house, collect your things, and move in with me," I declared. "With your children, of course, so we can be a family."

"You are insane," she said, but the stubbornness in her voice was gone.

I offered her a devilish smile. "Yes, I am. My Nonna tells me that sometimes too. That’s what I call my grandma, and she raised me like she was my mother. You will love her."

Her eyes look clouded as if she was in a daze. "A family? You...me...the kids...your grandmother?"

"Yes," I said. Her breath hitched as I leaned in close, my lips almost touching hers.

Her voice quivers as she asks, "And if I refuse?" Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I can feel the tension between us growing.

I lightly brushed my lips over hers. "Then I keep trying until you don’t. I’ll do whatever it takes until you’re mine

" I whispered against her lips, a thrill racing through my body at the thought of making her mine.