Vincent

When I woke up, it was to the feeling of small hands running through my hair, scratching my scalp in a way that relaxed my whole body. What fuck did I ever do to deserve her?

"Good morning, daddy." Ezra smiled down at me whilst giving my cheek a pinch.

While I had never put much thought into pet names before I met Ezra, I surely did now. The first time I ever heard her say it, I realized I liked it more than I should've. It was probably twisted, but the name sounded so fucking good whenever it left her mouth, I could've listened to her say it all day. It also helped that she seemed to like saying it as much as I liked to hear it.

"Good morning sweet girl." I answered, shifting my position on the bed so I was laying on top of her. I laid my head on her chest, my absolute favorite place in the world, and gripped her boob in my hand which caused her to flinch a little, making me chuckle, resulting her to let out a "not funny."

I groaned, "You gotta tell me the story of these piercings, baby."

I'd never expected Ezra to have her tits pierced when I had first met her. She was so shy and timid, and never in a million years would I have guessed. But when I saw the jewelry through her bra the night of our wedding, I legitimately could not get them out of my mind, so much so that I bought a couple different pairs that I needed to see on her, but was waiting for the right time.

"Not a huge story." She giggled, snuggling deeper into me, "I just wanted to do something for me, I guess, and obviously my father would never see them. So on my eighteenth birthday I went to a tattoo parlor and got them pierced. Why, you like em' or something?" She laughed.

I squeezed her boob, "Best fucking decision you've ever made."

"You know I married you, right?" She teased.

"What can I say, my wife has incredible decision making skills."

We laid like that for a few minutes, before I got into the shower while Ezra went downstairs to make coffee. I finish up in the shower, and did everything else I need to do before heading downstairs and meeting Ezra in the kitchen. She was standing there in front of the stove making what smelt like pancakes.

I went to stand directly behind her, bringing my arms around her torso and digging my face into her neck, placing kisses on her collarbones.

"If you don't want these pancakes to burn, I suggest you quit leaching on my neck." She chuckled, and I grinned. "Let them burn."

She dramatically rolled her eyes with a smile, but before she could speak, I asked, "How are feeling sweet girl?" While running my hand over the lower part of her abdomen.

"Sore. Everything, everywhere hurts. My legs, my arms, even my vagina is aching." She grumbles out, rubbing her hand over mine.

A smug grin took over on my face, "That's what I like to hear, sweet girl."

She flicked my forehead as she finished the pancakes, putting them on two separate plates and adding syrup and fruit before settling down on the counter and eating.

"Before I forget," I caught her attention, "I have some people coming over today to open the pool. Just let them in and take them out back, and write a check for how ever much it is. I told security they were coming but they may call you for confirmation."

"Okay, but doesn't the check need to be signed by you?" She questioned, putting a strawberry in her mouth.

"You're part owner of the account, so you can just sign your own name."

"Oh, so I can go to the bank and get out, say, a million dollars." She chuckled out.

I knew she was kidding, but I needed her to know it was mine as much as hers, "If you want too, sure. My money is your money. If you want to buy something, go ahead. I don't care about the price, as long as your happy."

"What do you exactly do for your job? I mean, I know you manage the families, but what does that entail."

"I overlook the day to day operations, and make sure people do their jobs the right way. I keep track of shipments and make sure all payments are collected. I also own a few private properties and investments so I keep track of those. But I really just make sure that everyone is doing their job correctly." I told her, leaving out a big chunk of the distasteful work I do as well.

"Sounds terribly boring."

"It's very boring." I agreed, "I'd rather be here blowing a load in my wife, but things must get done."

I love casually spitting out dirty words to her, her face always flushes a shade of pink, and no matter how long we were together, I hoped she'd never lose it.

"I think I'd rather that too." She teases me back, but stiffening and jumping up, "Oh! Donnie and Ella are coming over in about an hour, is that okay?"

"Alexs' wife, Ella?"

"Yeah, she was a lot better than the other wives I met at the wedding," She rolled her eyes, while I furrowed mine, "What do you mean?"

I knew that most of the wives were pretty awful, Lucas had told me. He had issues with someone of them in the past, and has broken down a few times to me saying that Donnie just wanted some friends. So it made me twice as happy when Ezra accepted his friendship, even though I had no doubt in my mind

"My intention is not jealousy, but I'm curious. Were you and Blair Aldo ever a thing?"

"Aldo?" I repeat, the name sounding familiar.

"Rossi is her maiden name, she got married to Charlie Aldo a few weeks before we got married. She made it seem like you were a thing." She stated, and while she claimed to not be jealous, I knew that look in her eye.

"We were never a thing, sweet girl. I met with a few of the families before I met the Gallos'. I visited with the Rossi's a few months before I met you, but she was a pain in the fucking ass, I didn't even stay through the whole dinner. Why?"

"I don't know, I was talking to her at the wedding and she was just super condescending. Told me she didn't think that the Don would marry someone like me."

"If anyone ever speaks to you like that, family or not, you are to tell me, Ezra-"

"Vince," She interrupted me, rubbing her hand on my bicep soothingly, "It's fine, it was weeks ago. I'm not worried about it."

I squeeze her ass hard enough to make her yelp, and tell her I'll be a home a little early today, and make my way out the door.

Ezra

After Vincent left for work, Ella and Donnie both showed up around the same time. We all sat in the theatre and put on the grown ups movie, but shortly after starting it the doorbell rang, and I had to let the pool cleaning crew enter. I directed them to the pool and after all was said and done, I went back into the theater and we all decided to go swimming.

I offered Donnie a pair of Vincent's swim trunks, even though I knew they wouldn't fit, and he declined, opting to swim in his underwear instead, because he said, "Gross. I wouldn't even wear my own husbands swim trunks." Which made me roll my eyes, and Ella laugh.

I offered Ella a bathing suit, and she accepted and though it was a little small on her, she actually looked really good. Then we decided on ordering a pizza for lunch and surprisingly, Vincent was home an hour later, Lucas and Alex with him. I love that he's actually socializing with people.

I knew Vincent had lots of friends, but when I moved in, he was so cold and cut off, and now watching him talk to his friends in the kitchen, made my heart swell. Not long after, all three of the men made their way outside, Vincent making a beeline toward me.

"Hi sweet girl." He greeted me, walking over to the edge of the pool.

"Hi daddy." I goaded up at him in a soft voice, which earned me smile from Vincent, but unfortunately, also earned me shit from Donnie, who was unknowingly right next to me, and wouldn't let it go.

"I thought you were kidding!" He yelled out from beside me, "Gross! I didn't think you actually called him that." Donnie yelled, which instantly made my face turn red, and my ears hot.

"Donnie?" Vincent called out to him, his face stoic, "You like your teeth?"

"Yeah?" He answered in partial question.

"If you want to keep them in your face, then shut the fuck up."

"Noted." Donnie replied back, making Lucas and I chuckle.

I look over to see if our new friends had heard our embarrassing conversation, but Ella and Alex were in their own little world, and could care less about our pet names, thank the lord.

"Get out of the pool." Vincent demanded from above me, so I swam over to the stairs, but before I could make it, Vincent bent at the waist, hooking his hands under my armpits, pulling me out of the pool like I weighed nothing more than a piece of paper.

He wrapped a towel around me and picked me back up, sitting us on the suntanning bed with my back up against his chest. He was about to speak into my ear, when Lucas yelled over, "Hey Vincent! Do you guys want some dinner? We're all getting hungry."

Vincent looked down at me, and asked if I was hungry which I responded with a nod. He wrapped his arms around as I started to shiver, the air around us cooling down. Lucas made Donnie get out of the pool as well, and they all came and sat by us on the tanning chairs.

Alex asked the question first, "Do you guys want to go to a restaurant or have something delivered here?"

Donnie spoke next, "We ordered pizza earlier, so let's go out."

Vincent spoke to me, "You wanting to go out?"

"I don't care. Anything is fine with me." I shrugged, and Ella spoke up, "There's that new Italian restaurant across town, right there by Lorenzo's club."

"It's booked out for months." Alex confirmed.

"Well, if only we knew some people in high up places, with some real good connections." Donnie spoke out loudly toward Vince, earning an eye roll from the man himself.

"I'll call and make the reservations for tonight." He decided, and around four o'clock Donnie and Ella decided to leave to go home to get ready, after deciding that we'd meet at the restaurant at six. Vincent and I decided to take a nap before getting ready, but got up soon after and got ready to leave.

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