The Daughter of the Mafia

Chapter Four- A Dangerous Start

Juliette was the first to awaken as the sunlight came through the half drawn shade and into the sleeper car. She had grown surprised at the night of sleep she was able to obtain when knowing a man of a deadly craft was separated by a small aisle between the beds. The intimidation she felt when it had come to his persona had left her still in bed while she watched him shuffle upright. Stretching his naked torso in her direction, her eyes scanned his beautifully crafted physique marked personally by the tattoos on his body. For a moment, she imagined relinquishing her stubbornness and thought of how it would feel to hold a kiss from his lips onto her own. She wondered if there would be fireworks or if everything his body and charm promised had been a marvelous facade for what would ultimately lead to disappointment. Either way, she became in a trance as he moved towards her, lowering himself towards her feet until her gaze fell onto him. She could hear her name come from an unknown source, but sounding as if the person speaking it had been underwater. Due to this, she was unable to differentiate reality from her daydream as she envisioned him bringing his touch to her body. His fingers, rough from the calluses present on his hands from hard work, moved upon her skin-pulling the fabric of her clothing upright until exposing her skin. 

"You have the most beautiful skin I have ever seen…" he commented upon tracing his knuckles on her porcelain exterior. He continued to move his touch until coming to her jeans. "But I am dying to know what you taste like…" he spoke while bringing his lips to her stomach while his touch moved to the button of her pants. Pulling it free, he didn't hesitate to begin to apply pressure to her pearl. Her lips parted to release a desperate breath before he then carried his fingers back to his own lips, sucking on her taste. "Do you want me to stop?" He questioned as she looked to him with uncertainty before leading her jeans down her thighs. Taking this as a "yes", Dimitri placed himself between her legs, his cheeks resting upon either side of her thighs. With a firm yet careful grip, he set her calves over his shoulders as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. "I told you that you would be mine…" he spoke while licking his lips, his words causing vibration into her core. "And now you are." With these words spoken in his sensual accent and devilish gaze, Juliette could feel herself begin to unwind beneath him. His own oxygen seemed to breathe her in while his tongue probed her most sensitive nether lips to test where she had the most animated. With her fingers moving to his hair, pulling his perfectly styled locks into disarray, he seemed to grow hungry for her release, making her react further. As her back began to arch with the feeling of ecstasy begin to run through her entire body, Dimitri then rose from between her legs and began to remove the belt set around his waist. Of all the fantasies that rested in Juliette’s mind, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that this had been of true reality. Even if she had thought of it quite often and grew increasingly more attracted to him with each second together; she was both relieved and embarrassed as to how easily it had been for him to be right upon his claim to her. 

“Juliette?” Her name echoed throughout the space that surrounded her as she found herself pulled from the vivid dream that had occupied her mind. Waking up in a gasp from the dream, Juliette opened her eyes to the intimidating figure she had come to known as Dimitri to be hovering near her. The scent of his cologne mixed with the intoxicating features of his body made her sit back in fear of leaning closer and allowing her lust to overtake her sense of reason. 

“You were moaning in your sleep, I wanted to be sure you were alright.” He informed her as she hid the blushing over her cheeks by throwing the sheets over her head, appearing annoyed by him. Frustrated at the lazy aspect of her personality he had come to see in this instance, he pulled the sheets from her body and the very moment a knock came onto the door of the sleeper car. A shared focus rose to the door as Dimitri pulled his gun from his bedside table and placed it behind him, his hand upon the weapon to be prepared to pull and use at any given moment. 

While speaking in Italian, Caitlyn quickly dressed with the clothes she had worn the day before that had been placed on the edge of her bed, as Dimitri then allowed the men inside the room. For a moment, she went to question on why he would allow this through a set of raised brows and wide eyes, before seeing the weapons that were set upon his stomach. He gave a look of warning in her direction before then complying to the men that made their way into the room. Commanding something in their native tongue to the woman who had forgotten the basics of her once first language, Juliette was brought to the bed, forced upon her back; all while obeying the hand signals of one of the men holding the gun. Her eyes remained upon Dimitri the entire ordeal, waiting for him to take hold of one of the weapons or charm his way to her rescue. But as she was undressed by force of the man’s grip and desire to see her without clothing, his eyes focused on the ground-as if he had accepted failure. 

The men who took particular interest in her began with her shirt, forcing her to remove it button by button until revealing her bra. Then, using the muzzle of the weapon between her breasts until reaching her pants. Watching as she was undressing, she was ordered to go slower-her gaze never moving from Dimitri as he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of what would become of her unless something were to save her from this moment. She thought of the stories of women who travel abroad who do not return or simply those that do with mysteries surrounding their lost innocence when having placed trust in handsome men with charming personalities. Even though she had known of the danger she was currently in, she reminded herself that she had not done this out of boredom or blind trust, she had been forced into this situation. Because of that, she felt as though Dimitri had owed it to her to take her from this instance. For this reason alone, despite the weapons placed upon them, she focused her attention on the man who was now undressing himself to take advantage of her fear. 

“You’re a spineless i***t who has to force a girl to undress by the use of a gun for her to even think about sleeping with you!” She screamed at him as Dimitri’s gaze rose to her in fear. “You are going to HAVE to shoot me before I let you touch me!” The man who had every intention of taking hold of her until every ounce of his lust was expelled between her legs by force, spoke to his men with a laugh before then lowering to her. Instead of speaking to her in an obvious language barrier that they held between them, he used the gun to speak for him-setting it beneath her chin as Dimitri shifted against the gun keeping him sandwiched between the wall of the room and the weapon itself. Of all the words Juliette had forgotten, there was one she had wanted to speak to her father, one that was understood by all in the room as it left her lips. 

“Vaffanculo!” She spoke to the man as a tear slid down her cheek. Feeling that perhaps she would be released from appearing as an undesirable candidate for s*x due to her wicked tongue, her hopes were smashed as she was forced down to the edge of the bed as the man continued to undress quickly, while leaving her vulnerable. It would seem that the sight of her being taken by another man or the fear in her eyes as she stared at Dimitri had reached him in a way that made him risk the moment. His hand took hold of the edge of one of the weapons as he then turned it on the holder of the gun, shooting him until he was immobile. Having held the element of surprise, he took hold of the weapon and forced it to the second man who held a gun upon him-managing to dodge the bullet intended for him, before making contact to his own target who then fell lifeless at his feet. As he turned to end the life of the final ‘gangster’, he clenched his jaw upon seeing how he had held a grip of Juliette as she was forced upon the window, his grip having been the only thing to keep her from falling to her death. 

“Fidati di me.” Dimitri spoke to her as he shot the arm of the man who held her over the outside of the train, sending her plummeting to an unknown surface. Her eyes closed as a scream left her lungs, as Dimitri placed one final bullet from his borrowed gun before jumping out the window after her-doing so within seconds of each other. Luckily for the duo, a small body of water that extended to a small village had made its way as their landing-angering Juliette and acting as a “Plan B” for Dimitri. 

The warm water had led Juliette to believe that perhaps the fingers of death had taken hold of her and torn her to the depths of hell. However, the feeling of a pulling sensation bringing her from the water led for her to know she was very much alive, but living a hell of her own. When pulling herself upright, she pushed Dimitri away from hovering over her, angry at how he had allowed her to fall to a potential death from a dangerous height and uncertain landing. 

“Most people would say thank you.” He spoke to her, watching her jaw clench as she began to shiver from the fact she stood before him in only her underwear that was now soaked from the impromptu swim. 

“For almost getting me killed or raped? I don’t think either one merits being thankful!” She yelled at him before he removed his jacket and set it before him so she could cover herself, watching her take it from anger and wrapping it around her frigid exterior. 

“I was not going to let anything happen to you.” He attempted to reassure her, but as she replayed the moments that led to this watery descent, she was able to rival his words with a reminder of her own. 

“When was that? When he put the gun under my chin or took off his clothes to force himself upon me?” He moved to her, making her move up against a nearby tree where the shade now fell over her body. His hand rested on the tree behind her as his words sent shivers down her spine in a way that led between her legs and also into her heart. 

“I had to wait for the right moment, but rest assured that the only man who is able to touch you is me.” Her lips fell open to these words as she couldn’t bring herself to understand how he gained such confidence. Aside from a few sexually charged moments, she had yet to give him any indication of a mutual attraction or desire-but it wouldn’t need to be consensual to be felt as her attempts to hide it had just made it that much more obvious for himself. 

“Says who?” She questioned before a devilish smile spread over his lips before he gave an answer she didn’t expect-one that locked her knees in place and her heart in an unsteady pattern. 

“Your father.”