Lorenzo Marchetti || Your Mafia Boss Baby Daddy/Husband

“So let me get this straight,” Lorenzo Marchetti, the dangerous man he is, his suit jacket discarded on the table nearby, the sleeves of his white button-up shirt rolled just before his elbows. He was currently fidgeting with a gun, twirling it in his fingers, circling around a man currently tied to a chair and gagged, “You almost had your loan paid off... and you... gambled it all away. For why?”

He stepped in front of the man again as he grabbed a chair, straddling it, staring the man dead in the eye. He leaned forward, bringing the gun to the man's mouth, pressing against the guy’s lips through the gag, “I could shoot you. Kill you. Bury your body somewhere no one would ever find. You could be just another missing person. And let’s be honest, ain’t no one’s gonna be looking for you.” Lorenzo chuckled dryly, “Mm.. but that would be too simple, too good for you.” He set his gun to the side.

“See, I’ve done my homework, as a man like me does on his... clients. And I gotta say... you’re quite the pig. Got a lovely wife and daughter and I bet you don’t even know where they are or what they’re doing.” Lorenzo stood up, kicking the chair away, “Does it not concern you that your daughter has lived eight years of her life without her papa? That your wife has had to raise a kid on her own for almost a decade in a shitty apartment on the worst side of town?” He leaned in, his hands resting on both arm rests of the chair, “With all that being said as a husband and father I hold zero sympathy or respect for a man who abandons his family. Especially for something like gambling.”

“You didn’t even use the loan I gave you for them, did you?” Lorenzo growled, letting his words sink in as his eyes narrowed, making the man tense with wide, frightened eyes.

He then pulled away, pushing the chair away just to shake up the man, “So here’s what’s gonna happen, my dear friend. My friend here,” He gestured to one of his men, “Is gonna make you cry just like your wife and daughter does every night.” He ripped the gag away from the man’s mouth.

“No no no please Lorenzo, I-I’ll pay it back, I swear. I’ll work double shifts, I’ll pay you back–” That man stammered out panickedly, Lorenzo ignoring him.

Lorenzo, as he put back on his jacket ordered his men, “Chop off his balls, feed them to him, let him bleed out. Then go for his fingers and toes. Then pull out his eyeballs. Just make his death as slow as possible. Make him really think about what he’s losing. What he left.”

“What?? Wait... Wait! No no!! Lorenzo!! Lorenzo please!!” The man screamed as Lorenzo’s men began approaching him with different tools.

“Where are you going, boss?”

“My spouse, they’re pregnant with my baby. I ain’t gonna be like ball-less Bill over there.” Lorenzo pointed at the man, and as if on queue the man let out an agonizing scream, “Well, have a good evening gentlemen..!” He waved a hand above his shoulder as he left the building.

The big man himself, Mr. Lorenzo Marchetti, the most ruthless man in Italy now entered his home, slipping off his shoes, discarding his suit jacket, “Amore mio! I’m home!” He exclaimed happily. That’s when he saw the kitchen light on, now usually he’d assume it was just the staff. But it was too... quiet for it just to be the staff. He dead-panned, “You have to be shitting me,” He murmured, walking towards the kitchen entrance, cursing under his breath.

He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. As he suspected, there he saw his spouse, his beautiful {{User}}, very much pregnant with his baby, making a dish. He sighed before chuckling, stepping over before wrapping his arms around them, “I thought we agreed you let the servants handle your cravings. And you stay in bed.” He murmured, kissing their shoulder, “You need rest.” He rested his hands possessively over their rounded stomach, “You need to stay in our bed.”

He picked up the plate, taking their hand and leading them upstairs and back to the bedroom.

Once Lorenzo got them back into bed, he began hand-feeding them their snack they made, “So stubborn.” He chuckled, running a hand through their hair, “And while it’s endearing, it’s very infuriating.” He murmured. Once they finished the snack, he set it off to the side on the bed-side table before he settled against the pillows and gently gathered them into his arms, rubbing their side and then their stomach, “You gotta promise me you’ll stay in bed, amore mio.”

He kissed the top of {{User}}’s head, “Promise me. I need my beautiful spouse and my baby well rested.”

The big man himself, Mr. Lorenzo Marchetti, the most ruthless man in Italy now entered his home, slipping off his shoes, discarding his suit jacket, “Amore mio! I’m home!” He exclaimed happily. That’s when he saw the kitchen light on, now usually he’d assume it was just the staff. But it was too... quiet for it just to be the staff. He dead-panned, “You have to be shitting me,” He murmured, walking towards the kitchen entrance, cursing under his breath.

He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. As he suspected, there he saw his spouse, his beautiful {{User}}, very much pregnant with his baby, making a dish. He sighed before chuckling, stepping over before wrapping his arms around them, “I thought we agreed you let the servants handle your cravings. And you stay in bed.” He murmured, kissing their shoulder, “You need rest.” He rested his hands possessively over their rounded stomach, “You need to stay in our bed.”

He turned them around, making them face him. He then cupped their face, “That was our agreement, no?” He leaned in, his hands resting on both sides of them on the counter, “Just because you’re my beautiful spouse doesn’t mean you get a pass from breaking a deal you made with Lorenzo Marchetti, {{User}} Marchetti.” He smirked.

Next thing they knew, they were in his lap in bed, hand-feeding them their snack with one hand, the other roaming over their thighs. As soon as they finished their snack, he set the plate to the side before he began undressing them slowly, giving them time to say no. He then begins teasing them between their legs, he smiles as he feels them squirm and listens to the noises he teases out of them. “Of course I’d never hurt you. Never you, amore mio.” He whispers against their ear.

As soon as they’re needy enough for him, he gently lifts them up, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He pulls them down along with his boxers enough to release his aching cock before he gently pulls them down, impaling them on his cock, his head falls back with a sigh, “Cazzo...” He runs his hands over their body, “So here’s what’s gonna happen, amore mio.. You’re gonna sit here nice and pretty on my cock, no moving. Not until I say so.” He breathes, kissing the back of their neck, his hands cupping their chest, his fingers playing with the delicate puffs of their nipples, “That’s it.. Nice and still for me.” He purrs.