Twenty Five

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Dominik's hand was burrowed in Salina's long curls, both of them sat at the dining table with several other men. Some Italian, some Spanish, Irish, and the rest Russian.

The McCaffrey's had officially been declared rogue against the Irish mafia as the rest stood with the Ivanovs. Now, with Lev and the cousins on either side of them, the Ivanov couple met with the other leaders of the different families.

There was Sylvio Santiago with the Spanish mafia, Ronan Byrne with the proper Irish mafia, and of course Angelo representing the Italians.

"Isn't there a conflict of interest?" Sylvio folded his hands together. "How are we going to only kill the McCaffrey's, Boss?"

Dominik grunted, tugging on a few curls of Salina's as she watched all the men at the table closely. "I'm handling Beaumont personally." He didn't elaborate further.

"We can finish Cillian and the rest of the McCaffrey clan, Boss. Just say the word," it was obvious Ronan was eager to get back into Dominik's good graces. They all knew where the McCaffrey's have been hiding out this past week and it was just a matter of who would finish the job.

Dominik was tempted to but he didn't want to leave Salina to do the job. Maybe he could bring her along but the risk wasn't worth the field trip. He would send Dima with whoever he chose to make sure it was a thorough job.

"I'll consider it, Byrne," Dominik nodded. "They retreated to Spain, so technically it's Santiago's if he wants it."

"It would be more of a statement if it was the Irish that killed one of their own," Salina picked under her nails. The men murmured in agreement, Dominik grunted with a nod.

He lent over, kissing her temple. "I want them to suffer, I want it all on tape. Be creative about it."

Angelo cleared his throat, "Are you going to tell us how you're going to handle Beaumont?" Dominik's eyes narrowed at the question.

"It's not any of your business, now is it Moretti?"

Salina pursed her lips, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes as his tone was curt. But it did do it's job to silence any questions the other men had about her father.

Rolling her lips, she sighed and spoke up after him. "My father will be taken care of," she nodded at them. The men all sat around, waiting for Dominik to give them further instructions. He thought for a second, Salina rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was as Lev tried to hide his smile of amusement. "Byrne you can take them out. Keep in mind what I said. Now, who wants a drink?"

They'd all spoken over dinner already and it was obvious Dominik was tired of the business talks. Even though, technically they should be having a discussion about how to handle Laurent since they have yet to come to a decision between the two.

But Dominik was adamant he didn't want outside opinions swaying what Salina was comfortable doing. So now, they agreed on sending 24/7 surveillance on him, tapping his phones, and freezing several of his bank accounts so they know exactly what he's doing.

Salina has said before that if Dominik needs to put an end to her father then she wouldn't stop him. But she thinks for the first time ever, Dominik is feeling hesitance to kill someone and it's weighing on him.

But now he was filling up a large glass of vodka for himself and passing around alcohol. When he tried to offer some to her, Salina's nose scrunched up. "Fuck no, I'm going to bed if we're done," she frowned quietly.

Dominik has had... a lot of energy these past two nights. It's like now that they've just started having sex, he can't stop thinking about it. Although she suspects he thought about it a lot even before. She anticipated the behavior but goddamn is he tiring.

Not that she doesn't end up begging for it every single time.

Immediately, Dominik turned all the way towards her with a deeply distraught face. "To bed?" he repeated as if she said it in a language he didn't understand.

Salina couldn't hide her smile, reaching up and cupping his face. She nodded his head with her own, "To bed yes, mon cœur. Don't you want me to have my beauty sleep?" Her sultry voice came out in a whisper as everyone sat at the table tried to give the very affectionate couple their privacy.

"So beautiful either way. Anymore and it'd be illegal," he smirked while bracing his arms on either side of her chair as he leaned in close. His eyes had a flirty haze in them, Salina held in her giggles as he kissed her cheeks and nose.

"Good thing you never worry about anything being legal," she smiled while tilting her chin up towards him and inviting him to press one on her lips.

Humming quietly, she pulled away and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Relax tonight please, have a little fun. Wake me up when you're all done hm?" She pulled away to give him a suggestive look to which he nodded quickly.

Salina stood up but Dominik was reluctant to let her walk away, his hands holding onto her hips to keep her close.

"Domo," Salina sighed.

"Dominik," Lev shook his head and tried to pry the Don's fingers off Salina. "Boss," Aleksei winced and held his shoulders to pull him away to try and give them wiggle room.

"No," Dom grunted and tried to yank on her belt loops.

The other mafia leaders watched with wide eyes and raised brows. Salina lent forward and kissed Dominik, "Baby. Domo. I want to sleep..." He groaned in disapproval, kissing her harder while murmuring, "Sleep here, you can sleep here."

Finally she wiggled away with a big jerk from Lev, Dominik narrowed his at the older Russian with betrayal in his eyes. "First of all, you're picking favorites Lev. Second of all, this is all treason. All of you."

Salina smirked and gingerly kissed his mouth mid sentence before nodding towards the stairs. She kissed the top of Lev's head before bidding a goodbye to everyone at the meeting.

"Ugh," Dominik slumped in his chair. "What's the point anymore," he crossed his arms.

Angelo snorted, "Well while we're here you may as well get drunk. We can discuss more pressing matters while we get plastered. Will that keep you occupied enough? I didn't leave my wife just for the boring stuff."

Relenting, the mafia Don passed around more alcohol.

As the night went on, the topic spun back around to the night of the gala. Lev had retired to one of the guest rooms after drinking his share and calling it quits.

"You know that night your woman took care of those perras bothering Vivienne, I'll have to thank her personally," Santiago rumbled as he swished his liquor around.

Dominik rest his temple against his glass, feeling his buzz while glancing over at the latino man. "My Salina likes Vivienne. And she doesn't like many so it's beneficial to the both of us."

Santiago nodded, "That night of the gala Vivienne was so afraid," he shook his head. "I don't know how the Donna managed, I couldn't imagine my niece making it out of that scenario like your wife did."

The memory made Dominik's blood boil, his eyes narrowing at the wood. Angelo tried to signal for Santiago to shut up. Byrne's eyes bounced between the three as Dominik's cousins simply watched.

"She was scared that night too," he flexed his hand tightly. He could still hear her cries. Growling loudly, he tossed the bottle to the side and ignored its glass shattering.

All of the men quieted.

"Those fuckers," he slurred in a low snarl. "Tryna take my- mine," he grumbled. "Get Cillian McCaffrey on the fucking phone- I changed my mind I wanna kill him myself."

"Boss, you gave the kill to Byrne," Aleksei shook his head slowly while nodding to the Irish man. He also knew that Dominik doesn't want to leave Salina to kill them anyway, this was just his anger talking.

Dominik glared at him, scathing anger evident in his eyes.

"Where's my Salina?" he leaned forward against the table. Bracing his forearms against the wood as he went to stand slowly.

"I'll get her!" Dima cut him off and stood up faster.

Before either of them could leave, the woman of the hour walked in. She was in pajamas, his pajamas to be clear, and they dwarfed her frame. It's been a few hours since she left and she got a nap before realizing her husband still wasn't back to bed like she'd expected

"Моя любовь," Dominik fell back into his chair. His arms opened for her.

my love

Her eyes, swollen from sleep, squinted at him. The dining room lingering with the scent of alcohol.

"What?" she croaked. She shuffled closer. "Are you drunk?" Salina whined quietly, she didn't think he'd actually get drunk with them.

"Barely. Now come," he demanded. It was true, he had a buzz going but by no means was he incapacitated.

Knowing better, she sighed and came to his side. Immediately, Dominik pushed his seat so there was no boundary between them. Pressing his face flush against her soft stomach, he shoved his hands up her shirt.

Even a little drunk, he lifted her up easily and dragged her closer. She stumbled and knelt clumsily on the chair. Her other foot just barely had her toes grazing the ground as he slid his hands down the sweatpants she stole from him.

His hands slipped under the fabric to grip her fat ass greedily, she was still covered thank god. Not that he'd allow otherwise.

All of the other mafia men darted their eyes away except for the cousins. Dima looked annoyed and Aleksei scratched the back of his neck. Both were growing familiar with the PDA.

"Cousin," the second oldest grunted. "The poor girl wants to sleep."

"The poor girl is my wife," Dominik nuzzled into her chest. His dark eyes gazed up at her own, her face warmed up a bit but she didn't squirm away.

"Sit with me," he pulled her even more on top of him.

"Domo," she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

"I love when you call me that," the large man nuzzled her neck.

"Love your touch," Dominik grabbed her hand. He grazed his lips over her five fingers. Kissing her wedding ring, he pulled her face down so he could properly look at her.

His nose nudged against her own lovingly.

Salina slid her hands up his chest, feeling him hum happily. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her face into his neck.

"Can I please eat you?" Dominik practically pleaded. Salina's tired eyes shot open, visibly tensing. Her head reared back, her entire face felt hot.

Everyone behind them quieted awkwardly.

The married couple began whispering back and forth.

Dominik's whispering was not as quiet as Salina's, his low lidded eyes focused full on her as he was busy admiring her beautiful, blurry face.

"Dominik!" she hissed.

"What?" her husband grumbled. Her fingers came to his mouth, shushing him.

"You can't say that!"

His head tugged away from her hands, needing to speak.

"No I need to," Dominik rasped. His pink mouth parted, tilting closer to her own.

Salina hovered over his lips, "Dominik you're drunk. You don't need to." She shook her head.

"I'll die if I don't," Dominik doubled down while squeezing her cheeks. Lifting her up more so he could feel her closer. Salina was thrown into a fit of giggles at his determinedness.

Remembering everyone in the room practically begging to be dismissed, "Leave!" Dominik barked.

Seats scraped back and feet hurried out. Goodbyes called over shoulders as Dima and Aleksei strode out to the guest rooms.

Salina was still busy laughing softly, the sound making his blood pump harder and body flush. His mouth captured her own desperately, so much so that Salina squealed in surprise. His tongue shoved into her mouth messily.

Calloused hands gripped her face tight, hips bucking up wildly with her on his lap.

"Domo," she groaned while pulled away just a bit. "You're drunk."

"I've told you before, I'll always want you. 'Sides I'm tipsy at best." Before he could manhandle her onto the dining table, she gripped his hands. Stalling them gently, Salina kissed over his neck while urging him to lean in his chair.

As she began to kneel he went to protest but she quickly cut him off, "I know, I know handsome but just relax tonight hm? Just try for me? You love me don't you?" Her low lidded eyes met his own, a knowing glint behind them as she parted his thighs. Pouting, she rest her cheek against his thigh.

At the mere sight, his jaw fell open and his hips arched up towards her mouth. A quiet whine was muffled between his lips as Dominik began nodding, "I love you," he gripped her hair. "I love you so much," he groaned as he rolled his head back. "I'll try to relax, my eсолнышко. I'll try as long as I can eat your pussy tonight."

Salina hummed, kissing his clothed thighs. Palming him gently as she peeked up at him, "Might even let you fuck it."

Dominik smirked at the thought, "Y-Yeah baby, sounds so good."

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this and the next chapter are both cute and chill i love them

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