The Mafia's Mom

Chapter 4. Unexpectedly Married

-Grace-

When I walk to the car, William opens the car door for me and I get in. Marcel pulls me directly against him. His wide arm falls around my shoulder.

"Don't be sad Grace, I promised to take good care of you and I do."

He kisses my temple.

I hold my breath and close my eyes. I don't know what I said yes to, but Marcel is awakening so many things in me at the same time.

A bizarre kind of desire, someone who takes care of me. That hasn't been the case for a long, long time. But also fear, fear of the unknown, of what Marcel can do to me.

What if he hurts me? I can't go back to anything.

"Hey, Grace, it's okay, you don't have to be afraid." Marcel pulls me onto his lap and I startle by feeling his strength.

"Look at me, Grace."

A screen comes up between William and us.

I look at Marcel.

"Tell me, is Peter your father?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"I can't talk about it," I answer softly.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm not bringing you back. You're mine now and he will never hurt you ever again." He kisses my temple again.

Then my cheek. I hold my breath.

"Do you want your first kiss here, or in New York?"

I shrug my shoulders. Not knowing what to say to that. Too many things keep playing in my head.

"I want to know what's going on in that beautiful head of yours, Grace. You can't shut me out. I want you to tell me everything, always." He grabs my chin.

"I mean it, Grace. You can ask me anything and you have to tell me everything. I will not hurt you. As long as you are honest with me. Okay?"

He's still holding my chin.

I want to nod, but I can't. "Okay."

“Good girl.”

He pulls me close to him on his lap, and he rubs my bare knee and a bit over my leg, under my dress.

He continues to do this until we are at the airport.

"Follow my lead please."

Marcel has his own plane and we go through a private corridor, to the aircraft.

"Your suitcases are already on the plane. You had a lot of suitcases." He tells me.

Marcel holds my hand the whole way.

At the check-in desk, I have to confirm who I am and that's where I get the biggest shock of my life.

"Congratulations Mss. Tucker, or should I say, Mrs. Roberts." The woman behind the counter smiles and winks at me. I look from the woman to Marcel, with my eyes big. What the hell happened?

The woman at the check-in desk looks at us in surprise and I don't know what to say.

"Sweetheart, I have shown the documents of our marriage. In NY, we request new documents." He answers very casually.

As if I shouldn't hear just now, that I'm suddenly married to this man. He pulls me in his arms, against his chest and he kisses my cheek, little kisses, a lot.

My cheeks blush and I turn away from the woman at the counter.

"She thought it was still a secret." I hear the laughter in his voice.

Also a good actor.

"Sweetheart?" he lets me go a little more and I see his penetrating look.

"Oh, yes, sorry. I still have to get used to it." I answer the woman, with a fake smile I hope she buys.

But ain’t that the truth, I still have to get used to it.

The woman behind the counter smiles.

"Congratulations and we wish you a nice flight." She returns the documents to Marcel.

He lets go of my hand and puts his hand back on my lower back as he escorts me to the plane. I also see William walking to the plane. He has my pink bag.

"Marcel?"

"Yes, Grace."

"I've only flown once before, not in a plane like that."

He laughs and stops in front of the stairs to the plane. He grabs my head in both his hands.

"That's not a problem, I want to show you some things on the plane and then it's a five-hour flight. We will sleep. It's over before you know it." He kisses my forehead and lets me walk up the stairs to the plane in front of him.

Inside the crew greets us and Marcel makes me sit on a chair next to him.

A table is unfolded for us.

Marcel takes the bag that he also had with him in the car and takes out some more documents.

"Here. Maybe good to see this one." He puts the documents on the table for me.

I look at the first document that says Peter adopted me when he married my mother.

This is followed by a document stating that my name has been changed from Grace Lawson to Grace Tucker.

And finally, a document stating that my 'father' agrees to my marriage to Marcel Roberts.

"You said it yourself Grace," Marcel pulls out his phone.

"And do you want to come with me?"

"I want to hear your beautiful voice, Grace."

"Yes."

"So you want to come with me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to take good care of you Grace?"

"Yes."

"The whole sentence Grace, tell me what you want me to do."

"Yes, I want you to take care of me."

"If I take good care of you, are you taking good care of me?"

"Yes, I will."

Marcel takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.

"Peter has told this to one of the judges in Las Vegas, so the papers are being made in order. I expect the documents in two weeks and then you are officially my wife Grace."

I look at him with big eyes.

"I know you're innocent in all of this, that you have no idea but,-

"I don't even know what you're doing, how old you are, I've just known you for a few hours!" I shout and feel the tears in my eyes.

Marcel gets up and pulls me behind him to the back of the plane, through a door.

It looks like a small bedroom.

I want to pull myself out of his hand, but Marcel holds me tighter. "Easy Grace. I don't do anything you don't want. You have the nerves oozing off of you." He strokes my hair away from my face.

"I'm not going to have s*x with you on the plane, not for your first time anyway."

I slowly exhale again. Breath I didn't know I was holding back.

"Your bag is in the bathroom, you can change there." He walks away from me to the other side of the bed.

"Change clothes?"

"Yes, we are going to sleep. The flight takes five hours, we land in New York at about half-past seven. I have a meeting at eight o'clock that I have to attend. So we're sleeping now."

He takes off his jacket and only then do I see how muscular he really is.

I quickly walk to the bathroom.

Which is bigger than I expected on a plane. In the bag, I see different things tied together. There are notes on it. From Lorena.

My clothes and shoes for tomorrow during the day, clothes to sleep in, my make-up, the stuff for my hair. She thought of everything. There is also a note that she will miss me, but that she is sure that Marcel is a good man. If I surrender to the feelings, drop my reserves, and let him guide me, she expects me to have a perfect life.

I take off my clothes and put on the clothes to sleep in. A dress, with lace at the top and lace at the bottom, a very short dress.

The rest is satin. It just falls over my ass. I take off my makeup, brush my teeth and go back into the bedroom.

Marcel is already in bed, his upper body bare and above the duvet. His muscular chest visible, and suntanned. He looks like a calendar model. Yep, Lorena was right, of all the men he could have sold me to, I got Marcel. And Marcel is hot!

"Do you stay there or do you come to bed?"

I startle and walk to the bed.

I lie down on my back. His eyes on me. He puts his phone away, the light goes out and he turns back towards me.

His hand pulls on the duvet and disappears underneath, over my belly, to my waist. He grabs my hip and turns me towards him. His hand remains on my hip.

"You're beautiful Grace. And I know you’re innocent in this, but f**k, if I didn't know any better I think you seduce me right here, wearing this beautiful dress, showing off your gorgeous body to me."

His voice is warm and soft. His hand from my hip up to my arm, to my face. He leans forward and gently kisses my lips. A soft and short kiss, nothing more, and he pulls away.

"Turn around sweetheart." He whispers as soon as his lips let go of mine. I turn around and I feel him pull me close to him. His arm tightened around me. His big body is completely against mine.

His warm hard chest, his strong arm around me.

"Do you feel me, Grace?"

He moves his lower body and I feel him. I don't have to answer. I gasp and he chuckles.

"Good night, beautiful."

"Good night."