Don't own FSOG.
A/N: This will be a bit different then my other stories. Christian will be very dominant and possessive. Warning: there will be an age difference that may bother some.
CPOV
I am sitting at my desk in my home office waiting for my princessa to finish her packing. I will take this time to explain more about me. My name is Christian Greo. I am the Don of the largest Italian crime family in the country. I just turned twenty five a few weeks ago which in my world is marrying age but I'll get back to that.
My father was the head of the family until three years ago when he and my mother were killed in a plane crash. Being an only child left me rightfully in charge of the family. We deal drugs, run weapons, and launder money. We even dabble in the sex trade.
I live in the heart of Chicago in a three story penthouse apartment. It is equipped with nine bedrooms, ten baths, dining room, gym ,home office, state of the art kitchen, and a home theatre. I employee three housekeepers, a cook, a personal driver, and personal trainer. I own sixteen cars that range from Porsches to Audi's and from cars to suv's to limos. I dress in high end handmade suits from Italy. I own homes in Italy, New York, Vail, and California. All in all I like luxury and I'm willing to pay for it.
Now in my world arranged marriages are normal. My parents and their parents and their parents before them did it. I was eight years old when I was introduced to my future wife. She was the daughter of my father's second in command Ray and his wife Renee. They were killed along with my parents. The moment I first looked at her I knew she was mine. She grew up in the life she knew what it involved. At sixteen she is as beautiful as ever with her long brown hair and baby blue eyes barely five foot two and hundred pounds at best. She is so different from me and my copper hair and grey eyes and my towering six two height and one ninety weight.
Some may see her age as a hindrance but not me. She was mine from the day she was born she even bares the mark to proove it. Her tats include the family crest on her back, my name over her heart, and my hand prints on her hips. While my are the crest on my back, her lips on my chest, and her name over my heart. We were married a year ago and have been in bliss ever since. Most people think I would cheat on her but it's not true. First, I'd never disrespect her like that. Second, I would be looked upon by my men with less respect. If you can't respect your wedding vows and woman you will never respect the family my father taught me that a long time ago. My Anastasia understands our relationship is a bit different then most. I am in charge I decide what we do, where we go, and when. Don't get me wrong she has an opinion I'm not a monster but I have final say. I love my wife with every fiber of my being and respect her to the ends of the earth.
I look up when I hear the door to the office open and smile when I see her walking in. She is dressed in a white pleated skirt that comes to an end mid thigh. Accompanying it is a of the shoulder pink sweater and pink six inch hills. Her hair is hanging down in loose curls just the way I like it and her make up is light and natural. Her jewelry consists of a diamond tennis bracelet, pink diamond hoops, a Rolex watch, and her fifteen carat Tiffany engagement ring and it's mate a five carat diamond wedding ring.
"Hey babygirl." She smiles and comes and sits on my lap and kisses my neck. I wrap ky arms around her and start rubbing circles on her belly.
"You all ready to go?" I ask because we need to leave soon. Ana was accompanying me to New York for a business meeting.
"Yeah I'm already to go babe. I just need to take my suitcases downstaires." I pull her chin so she is looking at me.
"You will do no such thing. I pay these idiots enough that they should be doing their jobs. You are my wife not a servant. " I kiss her lips and then push the button that alerts the help they are wanted. With in a minute one of my guys knocks and I yell to come in.
"Yeah boss?" Trent asks he has been around along time so he knows not to fuck with me.
"Get one of those incompetent assholes I pay to much to let my wife's luggage down to the car. If they aren't able to do it make sure they have a reason for not doing it." Ana lays her head on my shoulder. She knows not to get involved unless I ask her too. She knows it is my responsibility and a right to take care of her.
"Yes sir I'll get right on it."
"Good I want to leave in ten minutes." He nods and leaves
TRENT POV
I see the button that alerts us the boss needs something. I walk from the security room where we hang out until we are needed and up to the bosses office. I knock and I hear him yell to come in. I walk in and see Mrs. Greo on his lap. She is a beautiful woman in all sense of the word. I have known the boss for years he is a mean son of a bitch but with her he acts like she is the most precious thing in the world.
After hearing his request I go in search of the housekeepers. I finally find them sitting in the kitchen yapping.
"Why the fuck are you not doing your jobs?"
"We were taking a break." One of the bitches replies
"Well break is over bitches gets Mrs. Greo's luggage in the car now. And if I see you fucking off again we will be having a little one on one time. " I watch them all run. I walk down the hall back to the office I was about to knock when I stopped.
"Fuck yeah baby ride my cock. Milk my dick."
"Oh God you're so deep." Yep time to walk away. The last guy who interrupted boss and his wife was shot in between his eyes. I like breathing.
A/N: So what do you think? Continue? No?