MAFIA'S BRIDE (Mafia Bride)
Chapter 18: Special Treatment
Special Treatment
Meryn just silently looked at the man who was worried about her. He felt something strange in his chest. There was a warm feeling of hugging. Also feeling safe. Meryn's mind calmed down a lot after she saw Orlando was fine.
“Meryn, you hear me?” asked Orlando in a panic because Meryn had not responded.
“I’m fine,” replied softly Meryn while trying to get up from sleep.
“Be careful, your body is still weak.” The man helped Meryn sit down and arranged a pile of bulls to support Meryn's back.
“I know everything.” Meryn sat quietly for a while after she sat on her bed with the infusion still stuck in her hand. Falling views. No matter how long he lay in this place and how long he was unconscious after being hit by the shot, the last moment Meryn remembers is when he was held captive in a mafia place called Javer.
“What did you hear from Javer?” ask Orlando seriously. His panicked expression disappeared. He looked at Meryn with a warm look.
They stared after Meryn raised her eyes. Both are old-fashioned.
“Who is my father, and .. about Henry. You're right, he's not a good man. He deserves that death,” Meryn said.
“I've killed him .. for you.”
“I should have killed him with my own hands, Orlando.” Meryn.
The man was silent for a few seconds. Staring with certainty was a tinge of anger emanating in Meryn's eyeballs. A moment in Milan has made Meryn know many secrets that she had never even heard. Meryn must be destroyed. Meryn must have felt really stupid. He must have been very angry to find out what John Patrizia and even Henry, the man he once loved.
“I don't want to get your hands dirty, Meryn. Let me kill them all for you.” Orlando spoke out loud.
“Free! Aghh.”
Meryn's head was instantly dizzy as her emotions rippled up. Body aghast. The pain ran all over his body.
“You need a lot of rest,” Orlando said as he made Meryn's head lean on the pile of pillows behind her back. When that gaze fell staring at the greenish glint of Meryn's bead eyes.
“The blood of the mafia is already flowing in my blood, Orlando. I'm not much different from you, from my father, and from that old man named Javer. I'm just like you guys.” Meryn continued to speak.
“You're different, Meryn.” Orlando cut firmly. “From childhood you are very different from us. That's how Luca took care of you as his daughter. Your father, who can kill dozens of people overnight, can't hurt just one person in front of your eyes. He never let you see the atrocities of a mafia. That's how you grow. Now, I'm the one who took that position. Let me do all the dirty work for you. I've killed them all ... for you.”
Meryn speechless. He could not decipher what kind of feeling was infiltrating his heart at this moment. Seeing the man say a determined word made Meryn feel safe and protected. But on the other hand, his anger was already rising. He felt he could not stand still when everyone had used him for personal purposes; like Henry, even the man he had been calling father and mother.
“Why should you?” Meryn asked softly. “Why do you want me so badly? Why do you have to do so much for me? Are you just like those who only want me for a purpose?” added sharply.
“I owe you my life,” Orlando replied without a second thought. He caressed Meryn's face which was jolted by the answer he heard. “In the very past, you saved me, Meryn. I almost died at the hands of your father, Luca. But you kept me safe. You saved me.” Then Orlando's gaze descended on Meryn's stomach. Lifting Meryn's pajama to see the incision scars from a bullet removal operation a month ago. Orlando's fingers stroked the dried-up incision marks, caressing Meryn's stomach.
“... Not just once did you save me. But twice. If it wasn't for you, I might have been shot dead.”
Her stomach was stroked back with a very pleasant complexion that Meryn could not refuse. His body still feels weak. But something made him feel more energetic. Both of Meryn's eyes were shut enjoying the oxytocin that began to creep up when Orlando touched her stomach, the most sensitive part among Meryn's other bodies.
Seeing Meryn flickering and even flashing makes Orlando know that Meryn enjoyed this touch. If you remember, their kiss at Javer's place of confinement stopped by hanging. Should she continue the kiss now? Meryn is already conscious, and the woman needs ‘special treatment’ to recover her energy.
Orlando's face slowly dropped right above Meryn's stomach. He pulls the pajamas that expose Meryn's stomach right in front of her face. Orlando's lips landed right above the surgery incision that still looked fragile. He kissed right where the bullet aimed at him went through Meryn's left abdomen. Orlando's lips are dipping. His tongue poked out and stroked right at that part, reaching the navel.
“Haahhh.”
Delicious sighs were spewed from Meryn's lips. His right hand was holding on to the bed. His left hand held onto the pillow that supported his head. His eyes glanced towards Orlando. Seeing how the man indulged his still weak body.
Seeing Meryn who was getting more comfortable with this treatment, Orlando went up to the bed. He aligned his sitting position with Meryn, seeing the woman demanding.
“Why stop?” meryn protests.
“Do now, as I did to you before our departure to Milan.” Meryn rules.
“By pleasure, Mistress.”
Without further ado Orlando obeyed his woman's orders. Orlando kissed Meryn's lips. Then his body slipped into the thick blanket that covered Meryn's legs. His head was flanked by both of Meryn's thighs. Then he did something that instantly made Meryn squirm. Her stomach still hurt, but the pleasure could not make Meryn stay in bed.
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On his bed Meryn was lying limp. The pleasure made him forget all the pain in his body. But now all the pain was felt, after he reached the top through Orlando's nimble lip and tongue cradle.
“My head is dizzy,” Meryn complained to Orlando who was lying next to her.
Orlando looked at the clock on the wall.
“Before the doctor comes to inject the medicine,” the answer is soothing.
Sighing softly Meryn tilted her body to the side, hugging the body of Orlando who was lying staring at the ceiling of the room.
“When can I go to Milan again?” ask lirih Meryn.
“For what are you to Milan again?”
“There's business I haven't finished there.”
“What?” ask Orlando. “Your father and adoptive mother are dead. Your brash husband-to-be is dead. Even your friend who shot you is dead. What else is your business in Milan?”
Meryn flinch.
“Jessica .. die?” tanyanya doubt.
“He's been conspiring with Javer to kidnap you, Meryn. He's a traitor. There is no recompense for a traitor other than death. That same day Paulo shot him dead, right after he shot you.” Orlando explained.
“I have to find out about my father,” Meryn said.
Orlando jerks. He immediately woke up and looked at Meryn's body still lying down.
“Your father De Luca, a mobster, he died decades ago.” Orlando explained briefly.
“It's not enough, Orlando. I have to find out how my father died if he was a mobster,” Meryn said.
“Being a mafia is no guarantee someone can't die, Meryn.”
“I need to find out why I got into the hands of John patrizia's family. And where is all the wealth that my biological father had. He's a mafia, right? Surely my father has a lot of power and a lot of wealth, like your family.”
Hearing all of that, Orlando fell silent. Her actions make Meryn suspicious.
“You know something about my father, right?” meryn desus.
Orlando immediately got out of bed and shifted the question.
“You won't be able to leave this island again before we get married. You promised me you'd marry me if I followed your wishes to go to Milan at that time. I've done it, right? Now you won't be able to leave this island before we get married.”
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