Capitolo Tredici

Sebastiano's P.O.V

"No mio amore, you were right, she is ours and no one's going to stop that or take her from us, they could try but won't succeed" I whisper seriously before smiling and pulling him in for a kiss.

When Nazaire claimed Imani as ours, I can't describe the feelings I felt, Imani fit with us like a puzzle piece, it was like she was the missing key.

"Dinners ready" Izaiah shouts from the kitchen

I place one last peck on Nazaires lips before pulling away, grabbing his hand, I lead us to the kitchen.

"Help me move the food to the living room. Imani might kill me cause she claims dinner is meant to be eaten at the dinner table, but I'm trying to get her mind off of her family." Izaiah explains, while grabbing a few plates of food.

We grab the rest, and set everything up, the sound of Frozen, Imani's favorite movie was playing in the background.

"Izaiah Mateo Mavros, why in the world are you eating in the living room when we have a perfectly fine dining table" a chuckle leaves our mouth's at the sound of Imani's angry voice.

She marched into the living room and I noticed she had changed, she had on a black fitted long sleeve turtleneck top, plaid mid-thigh skirt, which had a black belt wrapped around her small waist and on her feet, black, leather, thigh-high, platform boots. She had braided her hair up and was wearing a straight, black, wig, the only makeup on her face was eyeliner, mascara, and gloss.

Our baby looked gorgeous as hell, but where the fuck did she think she was going, especially looking like that.

"Where are you heading off too doll?" Nazaire questions, his eyes dark and jaw tense.

"Out." Her response was short and curt, as she looked around, trying to find where to sit, considering her only options were to sit between Nazaire and I or on us. Thoughts of her riding me flooded my mind instantly, I had to grab a pillow and place it on my lap but of course my man noticed.

"Where" Izaiah and I grunt out

"To find two men to touch, feel and fuck me." I can't help the grimace that makes its way onto my face as I remember my earlier words.

"Principessa, lo-"

"No, save it, I have to go, Tony's here." Imani cuts me off, she walks over to Izaiah and leaves a kiss on his cheek. "I'll text you" she tells him, before he can stop her, she's out the door.

"Enculé, thinks he can disobey rules huh, well he has another thing coming" Nazaire mumbles lowly besides me

Getting up, I turn towards Izaiah, who looks lost. "We gotta get going man, maybe tomorrow we'll finish this" I tell him, heading towards the door, Nazaire following behind me.

"Wha—the food, you know what nevermind" was the last thing I heard before the door was shut.

Hopping into the car, I pull my phone out and dial a number and after the first ring, the person answers "Ti manderò un numero, lo traccerò." I snap into the receiver. The thought of Tony touching our girl sent waves of anger through me

[translation: I'm going to send you a number, track it.]

Not a minute later, I received Imani's location, she was at my club, what the hell was he thinking? Grabbing Nazaire's hand and threading his finger with mine, I begin to calm down.

I reversed and drove off, it took 25 minutes to get there, we found Imani, against a wall, making out with Tony, he had his hands resting firmly on her hips and she had her hands buried in his hair. The sight caused me to see red. The crowd parts when they notice us walking through and no one tries to stop us in fear of getting hurt.

I rip Tony's nasty ass paws off Imani and drag him to the basement.

"Please, I'm sorry" he pleads, trying to wiggle free. Too bad, so sad, he knew Imani was off limits but yet he chose to disobey me. I didn't come this far to start letting people off the hook.

Throwing him into a room, I close it behind us. I grab Tony by his shirt before landing a punch to his face, he goes tumbling to the floor.

Walking over to the table that was placed in the back of the room, I press a button and wait a minute before two of my men enter.

"Legalo"

[Translation:Tie him up]

I watch as my men do as I ask, making sure he was strapped tightly into the chair.

"Your lucky I don't put a bullet through your head, cagna" I spit out, I walk over to his cowering form slowly, making sure to roll my sleeves up to my elbow.

"Hands or Lips?" I demand

"Please no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched her. I should've listened" The boy cries out

"Well you did, now answer the fucking question. What did you enjoy most, having my woman's hands on you or her lips?" My patience for this boy was getting thin.

"Her hands" a scowl made its way onto my face at his reply, I so wanted him to say her plump lips for what I was going to do next.

Walking back to the table, I glide my fingers over all the weapons, before settling on my shadow black cleaver, pulling it out of its sheath, I watch as faint lighting bounces off it.

Slowly stalking towards the boy, I watch as his eyes widen, when he sees what's in my hands, he starts to plead and beg but I could only smile, I warned him, didn't I.

"Aww, I'm sorry" I pout "it's a pity, really, I wish I didn't have to do this" I tell him sarcastically before bringing the cleaver down to his left wrist, It makes a clean and smooth cut.

Immediately his cry's, turn into screams and sobs as blood seeps from his new wound. Satisfied I place the knife down and make my way to the door.

"Pulisci questo" I tell my men before making my exit. Before I head back upstairs, I make sure, no blood could be found on me, I didn't want Imani finding out my other job so soon. [translation: Clean this up.]

Once satisfied, I go and find my babies, only to find them where I left them. Nazaire meets my eye and throws struggling Imani over his shoulder before heading outside.

"Took you long enough" he grumbles while passing me.