#mafiabodyguard

[mafiaheiress]

umf

the feeling is definitely mutual BABY, but i'm sure you already knew that.

[mafiaheiress]

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

SHE SHOULDN'T SMIRK, or find the comment mirthful when there's visible agitation upon masculine features. isabella has been bitching at him all night, foul mood from older brother sal — carrying over to her bodyguard. 'caro mio.. i didn't realize you were so SENSITIVE.' in typical isabella fashion, the playfulness shines through after behaving like an absolute devil most of the night. a few steps are taken, closing the gap between them while teasingly running perfectly manicured fingernail down buff chest. 'did i hurt your feelings, baby?' using an unfair advantage by poking bottom lip out into a pout, knowing damn well rafael moretti couldn't resist. 'i'm sorry.. can you find it in that big..' biting into lower lip while hand slides down a bit lower. 'heart of yours, to forgive me?' arching an amused brow while staring into that UNREADABLE gaze. yet, the principessa is almost certain he will give in to her antics. 'also, i can think of a few things we can do about this mouth of mine.'

[mafiaheiress]

STARTER for @mafiabodyguard .

THE SUN'S BEAMING IN THROUGH BAY WINDOW, but it's the sound of birds chirping that causes whiskey colored hues to flutter open. last night felt like an absolute dream. no undesired interruptions, or anything that usually pulled the mafia princess away from spending quality time with her handsome bodyguard. speaking of which, isabella props up on elbow, hand supporting her head while gazing down at her sleepy man. for a moment, there's a sense of NORMALCY that washes over the female. no arranged marriage lingering over their heads, or the apprehension felt while sneaking around together. the happiness that fills her heart upon blissfuly waking up to the man she loves, was unlike anything she'd EVER experienced before.

fingers trace along exposed muscular chest, not wanting to disturb him from peaceful slumber, but selfishly hoping he'd soon awake. it appears her subtle attempt at doing so was working. soon, she's met with that handsome gaze, knocking the air right out of her lungs EVERY DAMN TIME. 'good morning, baby..' leaning over to pepper cute kisses along his face. it was truly bittersweet — receiving a glimpse of what her life could be like, but then being forced to swallow the reality of matteo falcone ( the man she's arranged to marry. ) 'i wish every morning could be as SWEET as this.' frowning slightly, before resting cheek against the male's chest.

[mafiaheiress]

" cara mia . ti amo. " rafael places a kiss upon the three butterflies found on the back of neck .

            IT'S STRANGE HOW SHE'S MANAGED TO ENDURE & SURVIVE all of the hardships & obstacles life has dealt out — all by her lonesome, then along comes this incredible man, who completely & irrevocably stole her heart, & now isabella can't seem to imagine a life WITHOUT him. the universe appeared funny that way..

            fingers tickle against the back of nape as he hooks her necklace on. feeling his lips brush against exposed tattoo. rafael's words carry so much adoration & affection, SETTING HER SOUL ON FIRE IN THE PROCESS. she's never experienced a love like this, one so passionate & pure.. it's truly remarkable. the female turns to cast gaze upon his, a warm smile tugging against the corners of mouth as hands cradle his jaw between her palms. 'TI AMO TANTO, TESORO..' she whispers against the male's lips, before placing a steamy kiss upon them. 'you're my entire world, baby.' as her bodyguard & lover, he may have been prepared to sacrifice his life for hers, but isabella was willing to do the same damn thing in return. not wanting to ever experience what this world might be like without the man her heart desired more than anything on god's green earth.

[mafiaheiress]

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

       THE LUCIANO BLACK TIE GALA was a yearly event only the most wealthy & influential socialites were invited to. the one night where business wasn't discussed amongst the guests, but rather a place to enjoy the delicious refreshments & expensive alcohol. everyone was dressed to the nines in the most lavish suits & designer dresses you could ever lay eyes on. isabella found the whole ordeal rather doltish. there were individuals she recognized that her father did not fancy one bit, but fake pleasantries were exchanged anyway. that practiced smile seeming to be the only way she'd make it through this torturous night.

that's when she locks eyes with him — giovanni mancini, carmine's eldest son. the family were known rivals of the luciano's.. yet wanted to act as if they wouldn't dig the knife into their backs the second the chance might arise. he walks over with that smug grin of his, glass of scotch in hand as eyes roam over her body. 'forgive me, you stole my breath away.' it takes everything in her not roll eyes back at his comment. 'i hope you and your family are enjoying yourselves, gio.' she says with a forced smile. 'if you'll excuse me, i was about to head to the ladies room.' a lie to get out of this painful encounter with a man she could hardly stand to even be in the same room with. the entire mancini clan were a bunch of snakes wishing to seek power any way they could.

       it's as though he reads her distaste for him through the friendly facade she's emitting. hand reaching out to grab hold of small wrist. 'i hope we can get to know each other better..' he says, while licking lips & gazing down at her cleavage. disgusting pig, she should open palm smack him across the face right then & there. the audacity of his bold disrespect towards the heiress. she snatches wrist away, attempting to keep composure without causing a scene. 'i think i know you well enough.' she spews curtly, before turning away & heading towards the restroom.

that's when she feels her bodyguard's hand protectively graze the small of her back — guiding the female away from the crowd.. away from giovanni. it was as if rafael felt the anxiety that was threatening to expose itself any second now. 'that asshole..' she starts. 'who the hell does he think he is?'

[mafiaheiress]

will you STILL LOVE ME when i'm no longer young & BEAUTIFUL ? will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul ? i know you will, I KNOW YOU WILL, i know you will ...

ISABELLA LUCIANO & RAFAEL MORETTI 001. ╱ FEATURING: @mafiabodyguard