A package (Kililia & downhomeguy)

[Kililia]

Demetrio Cortazzo became a made man at the age of 21, he quickly took the role of the head of the family and reclaim the territories they lost the few years before. The other family learn early to fear him as he left a trail of dead bodies to any families/gangs , whoever that dare try to over step their boundaries or simply cross the line.
Almost two decade since he began focusing on other matter that would expand the businesses and contracts, now that all had been completed he began thinking of settling down.He began looking among the families and lady suitabe to be a life companion for him. One person came to mind Amalia Angotti, youngest female of her family, she went to a good catholic school and just started to partake in gatherings/parties. Recently her father came into trouble with a rival that compete in the sales of weapons causing financial losses.

After a week of thorough research he decided to contact her father Alfredo Angotti and spoke of merging by marriage to his youngest daughter which would profit them both.
He was informed by the father, his daughter was raised modern way and might not accept to marry him and take the role of a wife and mother to his children as she enjoyed her freedom. It was agreed that Demetrio Cortazzo would personally inform her of their engagement for good of their people in exchange she move in right away with him and cut her off from her family for 2 years so they could bond as a married couple.

Alfredo Angotti eagerly accepted the arrangement for the family to merge in exchange of his daughters hand in marriage. It was agreed, she be send over to his home on false pretense. A personal delivery which consisted, once informed of their engagement , she live with him as his wife after he makes her sign the papers. Which be followed by a ceremony wedding for all the family knows of their union.

**A week later**
Amalia Angotti arrived at the address she was given and wondered why her father insisted she deliver this envelope in person. She was unaware the envelope contained her own marriage document ass he made her way to the door. She followed the butler to the office as the butler announce her arrival. She thank the butler as she walk in the office: " You must be Mr.Demetrio Cortazzo...my father ask me deliver this for you...." *walks over to is desk and place the envelope on the desk before she turn to leave*

 

[downhomeguy]

Over the crackling of the logs in the fireplace, and the scratching of his pen on paper, Demetrio heard the doorbell ring and muffled voices growing closer. Or one voice...Marsden, the damned butler that came with the house. He would never miss the opportunity to lecture someone on the various paintings on the wall, the Ming vases lining the hallway, and anything else he could think of to make himself seem like more than just the person who ran the house. He was exceptionally good at running the home though, and even better at keeping the inner workings to himself, so that bought him enough credit to get away with his smarmy attitude.

Three knocks. Always three, "as a gentleman does," Marsden claimed. Demetrio set his pen to the side, closed the book, and slid it into a panel hidden in the desktop. "Enter."

As Marsden announced the late-night guest, Demetrio watched as she entered and made her way over towards his desk. He had seen photos of her, naturally. Both candid family shots that her father had provided, and grainier pictures that had been taken by the man sent to watch her. Now she looked...nervous, maybe? More like scared. The way she clutched the envelope in her hand, he wondered if she knew what it contained. As she deposited it and turned to leave, he stole a quick glance at her form from behind before slipping the contents of the envelope out and looking at them.

Without glancing up, he addressed her before she reached the door.

"Surely your father has taught you more manners than that, Ms. Angotti."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia Angotti had glance inside the envellope that was not sealed before arriving. She manage to read enough to know its contact and combine with what she witness this week between her parents. She realize her father had made arrangements for her to married to another family. It was her worse nightmare come true and worse of all, she suspected it was with Demetrio Cortazzo a feared man and for good reason. She told herself as long as she could leave his house before he open the envelope, she could flee and not have a discussion on the matter.

She force herself to turn to force a nervous smile; ...of course...i apologize...i have other important matters to attend to, mr.Cortazzo....*gulps* "I am sure you have much more important matter to attend to then a messenger such as me...*stood before him in her blue dress and small heels, her long raven hair place in a messy bun as she stared at with with dark midnight blue eyes...she slowly began to walk backwards towards the desk as she apologize* " Well, feel free to call my father for other information..." *heads towards the door as quickly as possible while trying to act natural. Thinking to herself, how the hell could this be happening when she was heading on date with another guy she met at school*

 

[downhomeguy]

Tucking the contents of the letter away and putting it to the side, Demetrio stood up and made his way around the end of the desk. As he walked, he rolled the sleeves on his crisp white dress shirt up to the elbow.

"You would be surprised at the things I have time for," he mused with a smile.

"Do you hear how quiet it is?" He cupped his hand behind his ear to reinforce his point. The only sound in the room was the sound of the fire crackling and popping. "People assume that this life I have chosen...the life your father has chosen...is one of chaos, disorder. The truth is, a good leader can maintain order and peace. Disorder is essential to a lot of what we do, yes, but other people's disorder. That's how we survive."

He had slowly crossed the room, until he was not standing directly in front of Amalia. Close enough to see her dilated pupils, partly from fear and partly from the dim light in the room. He could smell the perfume wafting off of her, see the individual strands of hair that hung loose from her bun.

"I live my life by a few simple rules. Amongst them are that no good deed goes unrewarded. And tonight you've delivered some very important paperwork to me. For that, I insist that you at least have a drink with me."

Swinging his arm to the right, he motioned to several armchairs and a small bar set by the fire.

 

[Kililia]

Amalia Angotti found herself memorized as he took control of the situation without a sweat, it took a moment to realize she was no longer trying run and now was face to face with him. His words make her shiver as it dawn on her, how dangerous he was...it was like staring at a cobra. She swallowed hard as she was screaming to herself to run and not look back but knew it was to late.Force a smile: " i really should be going.... " *sighs as he seem dismiss what she was saying and offered her a chair.* " sure, why not..."
*She began to head to one of the arm chair , sat on the one closes to the iron hooks in case she needed a weapon. Slowly sat down as she looked at him and started wonder, if he knew she was aware of the document. " I dont tend to have drink with my father business partner....you know...i can give you...my father's e-mail and he can contact you...*trying to turn the conversation t anything else as she fear he want to talk of what was inside the envelope* " i can come later...we can set up a location or something " *thinking of anything to get her to leave without sounding panicked or aware of the real situation*

 

[downhomeguy]

Moving behind the chairs and to the small bar, Demetrio turned over two glasses and placed ice cubes in them. He smiled at her naive comments.

"Oh, I'm perfectly able to contact your father should I need to speak with him, Amalia." He would come running if I so much as snapped my fingers, regardless of what he was doing, he mused to himself. "But you're here now, and I see no reason why we can't have a perfectly pleasant conversation."

Turning back around with two glasses of bourbon, he selected the chair nearest to Amalia and handed her a glass. Sitting down and looking at her, drinking in her form, following the curve of her leg from her ankle up to the hem of her dress. Taking a sip from the glass, he smiled and relaxed against the back of the chair.

"You look very nice tonight. Did you have other plans, or did you dress this way just for me?"

 

[Kililia]

Amalia watches him carefully walk around as he make the drinks and returns to her side, force a smile as she tries to act as casual as she could: " Thats sounds wonderful but as i said...i have prier engagement...this...delivery was asked last minute or i would of made more time to spend with you. When she actually thought, she would of run the other way if she known earler, got on a plane and vanished. She took the glass praying he did not want to talk of the marriage contract that was inside the damn curse envelope.

Her small hands running down her dress,playing with her hair as nervous habits, looking down at her dress hard as she was thinking a way to leave without sounding rude. She might not know much but she knew he was a dangerous ma that was feared by powerful people for very good reasons. Glance up at him, smiles: thank you...i had plans ...still do...which is why, i should be going...*places her drink on the small table beside her as she got up*: " its was a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Cortazzo ..." *feeling the urge to leave before she fainted*

 

[downhomeguy]

He smiled, watching her nervously fidget before trying again to make a hasty exit. So she couldn't help herself and peaked, he thought as she turned and moved towards the door. While Amalia might have been aware of what was in the letter, she certainly wasn't aware of the fact that Marsden had locked the door from the outside, as he often did, in the name of privacy when something important was going on inside. It could be unlocked from a panel under the desk, of course...but she didn't know that either.

Draining his glass and standing up, Demetrio's long strides put him behind her in a matter of seconds, just as she found the door locked. Towering over her from behind, he slowly slipped his hand around her waist and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I'm not entirely convinced that your father did teach you any manners. Simple things like how to be a good guest in someone else's home."

He inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scene radiating off of her.

"And not to go through envelopes that are not addressed to you."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia quickly tried to open the door only to panick as she found it locked, before she could ask him to open the door. She gasp loudly as his hand around her waist, freezing up as he spoke. She though to herself, it was much worse than she imagine it would go, her heart was pounding to loudly she feared he could hear it as he inhale her scent. She summon all her courage as she pushed his hand away and turn to face him, her voice trembling " i have no idea...what your talking about...please open the door...or...i...i will call the cops" *To his own amusement, it was obvious she was a horrible liar*

 

[downhomeguy]

Demetrio laughed at her threat, thinking for a moment he may need to sit back down to regain himself. He could see the fire burning in her eyes, interspersed with fear.

"And tell them what," he asked, spreading his arms wide. "Let's assume for a moment that the officer or officers who respond are not amongst the vast number of men in this city who are in my pocket. What then? That I put my hand around your waist?"

Stepping towards her again, he ran his hand across her lower back and over the smooth material hiding the shapely curve of her posterior.

"Who would believe that accusation, especially when the documents that you've already saw fit to lay eyes on proves that you, my dear, are destined to be my wife."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia glares as he dare laugh at her, jaw drops as he mention all the cops that work for him. She turn beet red as she realize he was right and sounded silly, cross her arms and looks away annoyed. Gasps as he boldly touch her as if they were a couple, opens her mouth to tell him to remove his hand but pales at his statement. Shove his hand away ans she back away panicked: " You insane, we are not...i am NOT your wife...i signed NO papers and i will NEVER acknowledge you as My husband, Ever...Now open the door...or..or...i will call the cops and...and...and...say your holding me against my will..." *visibly shaken in the situation* " I swear...you even think of of...touching me and...my b/f will kill you....! *she ope he did not see through her lie, after all she was on a date but not officially dating*

 

[downhomeguy]

"You're absolutely correct," he said suddenly, walking back over to the bar and pouring another drink. "You're not my wife. I want you to take a moment, and think about what you're giving up."

Sitting down, he took a sip and waved spread his arms around the room.

"This house, everything that it contains, from the art to the servants, could be yours with just the stroke of a pen. A life you couldn't even imagine, all with just one little signature."

Looking at her over the rim of his glass, he smiled.

"Should you choose not to marry me, then your father would be deeply upset. We both know that he has wriggled his way into a bind with some very dangerous people...people who could make his life, and yours, a living hell. I want you to consider that."

He paused, letting everything sink in. Taking another sip, he rested the glass on the arm of the chair.

"And if you think for one moment that blond-haired, blue-eyed, scraggly teen that talked to you three days ago and asked what you out to dinner tonight could get within a hundred yards of me, you severely underestimate my power."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia looks at him nervously as he sat down and looked back at her, she hated at how relax he was around her but then again he was in his house and had her where he wanted.Roll her eyes as he mention the house and servant: " I have never been the material kind of girl....you have to do better then that... " * her smirk vanishes as he mention the men that her father was having issue with and knew that was true. Her father could no longer sleep since they cross path with his competitor who happen to be a mad man and even offer to not be ruthless for a night with her.

She look back at him, shocked as he mention her date: " Don't you dare threaten Johnathan, he has done nothing to you! You have no right to hurt a hair on his head! " *she hated how he knew so much of her and she only knew of his name and reputation* " I can not marry a man i do not love and even less ...a man i never met till today..." *runs her hands over her dress nervously* " Your insane! Completely insane! I be fine marrying you if your find sleeping with any woman except me ....even less have kids..." *thinking to herself , she didn't save her virginity for this arrogant bastard.....she had plan Johnathan be her first, he was so wonderful, romantic and just all round perfect boyfriend. But she had no plan to tell that to Demetrio Cortazzo*

 

[downhomeguy]

"You're right, your little 'boyfriend' hasn't done anything to me. He would be insane to even try. Remember, though, that you're the one who brought him up."

He had known the conversation wouldn't be easy. He and Amalia knew, however, that she had very little say in the matter. Despite what he had to offer a prospective wife, he understood her hostility. However, he also knew that here was a slew of women who would throw themselves at his feet...and in his lap...to be given the chance that she was.

"Besides, we both know that he isn't the one in any real danger. It will be your father, your mother, and last of all, you, should this deal fall though."

Staring into her eyes, he motioned towards the desk. "The envelope is just there, on the left side. Bring it over here." He pointed to the small table between the chairs and in front of the fireplace.

 

[Kililia]

Amalia curses knowing he was right , she did the mistake to mention him . She hated how right he was , she might want to rebel but no way could she be the cause of her parents death. She walk over to the desk,grabbing the envelope and walk to him as she toss it in his lap angry. Honestly she wanted to throw it in the fireplace but she could not do that since so much depended on it. She suddenly blur out: " Why!?! why the hell would you accept to be married to a stranger like me!?!? why can't you take a percentage off the profit in exchange of protection and leave me the hell out of this stupid deal!?!? I dont know you and honestly , i dont want to know you...I have no wish to marry a crime boss and bare fucking kids that gonna see their dad in jail ! That not the life i dream of as a kid! I know its easy for guys but i can't fucking marry and sleep with a guy i just met!

 

[downhomeguy]

"I don't consider you a stranger, Amalia. Rest assured that before your father and I agreed to this, I learned far more about you than I would have if we spent all day talking."

Opening the envelope and unfolding the contents, he lay them on the table and placed a blue pen from his pocket on top. Standing, he slowly circled the chair.

"I'd like to think that in time you'll get to know me, and see that I'm not the monster you somehow take me for. Ironic, especially considering that you seem to have no such delusions about your own father."

Moving behind her again, he ran his hands across her hips, intertwining his fingers over her stomach and pulling her back against him.

"But for now," he whispered into her ear, "all you have to do is sign the paper."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia gulps as he inform how much time he spend to know of her, it frightening her , how far he went to know his woman.Watches him open the envelope as her hear was pounding as fear was into her veins.Gulps as he pace the pen over the stack of papers, which would make her his woman. She didn't know much of anything when it came to him but one thing was sure, he would never allow her to make him look weak by letting her divorce him.

She look up as he mention her father, looks away as she realized her father was just like him, She ran her shaky hand along her dress in hope to hide the fact she was shaking. She was so distracted that she did not notice him move behind her. She gasp as she felt his finger intertwine over her stomach, gasps as he pressed her against him. She tries to pull away: " ...let me go...i do not love you...so i can not marry you...and i am taken anyways!"

 

[downhomeguy]

He held her tight to keep from pulling away, one hand on her waist and another drifting upwards to cup one of her breasts. She was so small and weak compared to him, she had little chance of being able to break free...either physically or mentally.

"We both know that's a lie," he whispered, referring to her comment about being taken. "You can marry me, and we both know you have no choice in the matter."

He took a step forward towards the table, moving her along with him.

"You can drag this out as long as you'd like, but you will sign it eventually."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia eyes widen as he held her tight and grope her so boldly, she hated how small she felt in his grip, her heart racing as he spoke: " please let me go....i can't marry you...i won't... " *panic as he moves her towards the table, she curses as she could not seem to break free of his hold on her: " stop it..please ... there has to be another way...please...let me go...*wishing her b/f was hereto defend her from this man. The idea of being his woman terrified her as she struggle desperately*

 

[downhomeguy]

You want another way, he thought, still holding her against his body as she squirmed. So be it.

"Do you like history, Amalia? I've always been fascinated by it, particularly the Middle Ages. One interesting fact is that traditionally, the wedding ceremony was not the event that actually bound a couple together. It was the wedding night."

Holding her waist, he shoved her on the back so that she doubled over and landed with her hands on the arm of the chair. Running his hand across the curve of her stuck-out posterior, he could feel her trembling under his touch.

"Since you won't sign the paper, we'll have to do it the old fashioned way."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia pales as he gives her history lesson: " stop please....don't" *struggles to escape * " i swear, i'll sign the papers...just let me go...i beg you...i dont want it like this!! " *pleaded as she struggle to break free of his powerful hold*

 

[downhomeguy]

Holding her down with the hand on her back, he watched as she struggled.

"You had your chance to sign the papers. I gave you more than enough reasons, and plenty of time to do so. But despite how nice I tried to be, you refused time and time again."

Reaching down, he put his hand on the back of her thigh and slowly slid it up her bare leg, feeling the raised goosebumps on her skin underneath his palm. Grasping the hem of her dress in his hand, he pulled it up and draped it across her back, exposing her panty-covered ass. Palming one cheek in his hand, he gave it a squeeze. He could feel his cock straining against the front of his slacks. Running his hand between her legs, he pressed his fingers agains her crotch.

"Just think of how easy it could have been, Amalia. You've got no one to blame but yourself."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia gasps at his touch: " Please...please...i'm sorry....i wont defy you again...don't please" *Cries out as she felt the hem of her dress rise, cries as she couldn't break free: " I'm sorry...please...i dont want my first time like this...i beg you...."*whimpers at his touch, shaking her head as she prayed and begged him* " Why you doing this to me?!?! Please i am not ready to do this..." *cries at the idea he would deflower her like a common whore was killing her inside*

 

[downhomeguy]

"I want to believe you Amalia, I truly do. But how can I, when all you've done tonight is resist me? This was all for your own good, and you were too blind to see that."

He could feel the heat radiating off of her crotch through her panties. Hooking his fingers in the material, he pulled them off of her hips and down to her knees.

"Regardless of whether or not you want to sign the paperwork, tonight you will become my wife."

 

[Kililia]

Amalia whimpers as she did not want it be done in such a place, pales as he believe it was for her own good. She gasps as began to remove her panties: "Please stop! please...if you plan to take my virginity as i ask is...it be done in the master bedroom...please...." *prays he accept as it buy her some time to think of a way to escape from him.* " Please it all i ask as a wedding gift from my husband..."