Twelve

~B.~

I stood next to Lily at the entrance of Victoria Secret. The two guards behind us shifted uncomfortably.

I grasped her hand and turned to glare at them sharply, they carried all of our bags.

I had hit all the kid stores possible and anything Lily looked at for more than fifteen seconds I grabbed.

Marcello's credit card burned a whole in my bag right now as guilt ate at me. Although, he had stressed to me if I didn't buy anything the guards would.

"You all stay here," I said pointedly before turning to the little girl. "You and I will tackle this together Lil's."

This girl was too innocent for this.

We stepped in and the perfume hit me as I glanced around at the lingerie on display. I silently rolled my eyes, Marcello wouldn't be seeing any of this on me before a date.

"Why does Uncle Marcello want you to get stuff here so bad?" Her delicate voice rang over the music they played.

Over the trip she had opened up. I learned that her favorite color was turquoise and her turtles name was Elephant.

She likes sequined skirts and swung our hands back and forth while we walked.

"Because he's a butthole."

Liliana nodded as if this explained everything.

"I'm assuming your Mrs. Milano?" A professional voice spoke next to me and I jumped.

I turned to see a girl with pretty pink hair next to me and double taked at the name. My eyes widened as Lily answered yes.

"Mr. Milano was specific about what he wanted while he called earlier. So, we just have to measure you and you can see what he picked and add on."

My jaw was to the floor as Lily dragged me forward. I gasped at the cart of things they put together, most were lace. Assortment of colors stacked on top of each other and I tried to find something that wasn't see through.

I picked up a pair of panties with garter stockings and almost passed out.

"I don't get it," Lily whispered to me as the woman took my measurements.

"Are they like bathing suits?"

"Uh- yea I guess you could say that."

"I didn't see anything like this when we got mine."

"No! You won't be getting these for a while. But when the time comes call me and Aunt Mel. We won't tell your daddy."

She nodded intently while I was ushered around and bodices were thrust towards me. I grabbed several seamless, cloth thongs that I would actually be wearing to be comfortable.

I also got an abundant amount of boy shorts, Marcello wouldn't be getting his way entirely.

Well that was a big fat lie but still.

I put a hand on my hip and rubbed my forehead while I paid for all this shit.

What did he think I was? Some model? I'd like to watch him walk around in the g-string he bought and see how he liked it.

Lily and I walked out along with our countless bags that had our guards paling.

"That's all your boss," I motioned to the luggage and continued on my way. We found the nail salon and I jumped around with excitement as Lily picked out designs.

She was getting set up for a pedicure first as the nail tech glanced at me and my naturally long nails.

"Oh you're coming too hun," she grabbed a color I didn't see and sat me across from Lily as she messed with the tablet set up at the children's chair for pedicures.

When they were done I walked out with violet nails sharpened to a point. Lily has bright pink toes with white hearts on the big toe and turquoise finger nails. Purple designs were on each finger.

We swung our hands aggressively while walking to the car.

I watched our guards struggle and grabbed a few bags to help them load the car. As I climbed in Lily moved to sit next to me.

"Thank you, Aunt Belle." I smiled brightly and almost cried as she hugged me. I glanced in the mirror to see the guards, Ben and Dylan, looking at me.

I squealed at them and squeezed her.

"No problem sweets, we'll have these girl days more often." She rested her head against my side and I ran my hand through her thick black hair.
~

When I had gotten home Caesar swooped Lily up and sighed at our multiple bags. I smiled sheepishly as he patted my shoulder and thanked me.

Lily and I parted ways, "Anytime you need something you come to me alright kid?" She smiled and kissed my cheek before dragging out some of her bags.

I looked at my bags, half being Marcello's purchases. I huffed and started grabbing my bags, Ben and Dylan assisted me while informing me Cello wanted them in his room.

"Sure let's not tell Belle anything at all today," I mumbled under my breath as I looked for places to put my shit. I opened a drawer and my eyes widened as it was empty. I started opening all of them and saw one half of the dresser was vacant. A reluctant smile spread across my lips before I started filling them.

I had finished setting everything up and hopped downstairs, Marcello had pissed my off and made my day in a single hour.

I walked around the house, not finding a single person. Besides the guards of course.

"Hey Gino?" I walked up to the man watching the east entrance.

"Yes Miss Christiano?" That was better than Milano.

"You can just call me Belle, I was wondering where the guys were."

"The gym in the basement is where the Boss and everyone trains around now."

I nodded thoughtfully. I guess I could visit them, hopefully they didn't mind. Although, I had no intention of joining them I just wanted to see another part of the house.

And Marcello.

I quickly changed into the largest sweatpants I bought and a t-shirt that clung to my skin.

I put on slippers since it was getting dark out and I knew I would be clocked sooner or later.

I walked quickly, trying to find this basement I never knew about.

I walked down the cement steps and heard the tell tale sound of someone beating a punching bag and grunts while fists met skin.

The entire room had a manly tone to it I nearly gagged on the testosterone. The walls were a dark gray and several work out machines lines them. A large boxing ring sat in the middle.

I stood on my tip toes to see Leo and Marcello sparring. They were both rather skilled, but Marcello was more aggressive. Although he didn't seem impatient while going at him.

I nudged my way between Dean and Mathew.

I leaned my head towards Mathew, "how long have they been at it?"

"Twenty five minutes. Neither are willing to give."

Marcello had a bruise along his cheek and Leo's nose was bleeding. Both were shirtless and had random bruises on their torsos.

I linked my arms with the two men beside me and clapped my hands together quietly. Silently cheering them on.

Marcello's muscles rippled as he moved fluidly. Not one move was accidental and he was three steps ahead it seemed.

They suddenly stopped and each grabbed a water. I hummed, practically salivating over his abs that flexed and his biceps bulged.

"You're drooling," Dean snickered before patting my hand. I stuck my tongue out at him before someone cleared their throat.

I snapped my head up to see Marcello stepping through the beams. He jumped down and reached for me. I quickly let go of Dean and Mathew and grasped his hands.

I gasped as he pulled me into his chest as it rumbled lowly. His hand snaked down my back and slipped under my sweatpants.

I huffed and smacked at him, "I'm mad at you."

With his hand still lodged in my pants, he cupped my bottom before kneading it in his hand.

I whimpered quietly while the guys groaned and walked away.

"Why are you mad, Bambina?" 

"Because you- you called the lady and picked out all that stuff! And freaking all of it was see through! And she called me Mrs. Milano!"

I had gotten everything out in one breath while balling up my fists against his chest. His free hand cupped my cheek while smiling down at me.

"Well I wanted to know what you'd be modeling for me tonight," he practically purred in my ear. I melted almost instantly before pressing my palms against his damp skin.

"If you think I'm modeling for you before the first date you're sorely mistaken Mr. Milano."

He grunted before I continued, "but because I appreciate the room you made for me in your room I might be lenient."

"While you two are getting nookie nookie your friends are still here."

I turned to see Dean with his arms crossed, like a mother catching her children in the wrong.

Mathew snickered as Leo pushed them towards the door while winning at me.

Marcello smirked and shoved his other hand down my pants to grip both cheeks.
I grunted before rolling my eyes at him.

"How was shopping?" He asked while brushing his lips against my cheek.

"Fun, I like Lily a... a lot."

His tongue poked out to lap at the underside of my jaw.

"And were you safe?"

"I-I think so... we stayed with the- the guards."

I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged gently as he squeezed my ass. He groaned while kissing his previous marks.

"You'll never be as safe as you are with me."

I nodded quickly as he picked me up by my thighs. I yanked Marcello's head up and smashed my own lips against his.

Our tongues tangled with each other as he groaned. It was a messy kiss, the first time  either of us could fully taste each other.

Marcello pulled away loudly before panting, "I'll make dinner reservations."

I chuckled at his eagerness before looking down at my attire.

"But I'm in PJ's Cello."

"That's okay, you look beautiful and we can go eat. Then after we can come back I can see what you've bought."

I placed both hands on either side of his face and made him look at me and not my cleavage.

"Tomorrow can be date night."

"But-" he began to whine.

"No but's." I was quick to interrupt him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "I still don't like it when you interrupt me."

I shrugged carelessly, "do something about it."

He scoffed before making his way upstairs while mumbling to himself, "do somethin' about it. I'll do something about it..." etc. etc.

The only thing I'd be do is sleeping.

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