Sienna One month had passed now and I was enjoying life with my new little addition. Giving birth was incredibly painful, but it was definitely the best thing I had ever done in my entire life. I certainly didn't plan on getting pregnant, at least not so soon, but right now, I wouldn't wish it any other way.My body was still aching and recovering. I was resting. I hardly did any other thing, except for taking care of Lorenzo. I wanted to do everything. I wanted to feed him, change him and bathe him. I didn't want him to be given off to nannies and nurses like I was. He was mine and I would take care of him. He was so vulnerable, so small, and he needed me. I would always be there for him.So I was sitting on a sofa, in the warm but comfortable living room, breastfeeding my son. He had a ferocious appetite. I had to make sure I ate enough so that I would produce enough for him. I looked down at his beautiful head of hair. I brushed it so many times with my fingers, just feeling th
Sienna "Come on. Where is he? I want to meet my nephew," Sean said as he looked around in excitement. He was just like a fucking hyperactive little dog. I smiled at how excited he was. "This way. He is asleep, so shut the fuck up." I chuckled as I led both of them to the living room. Their eyes landed on Rocco and then at the bundle in his arms. I watched Sean gulp as he refrained from talking for once in his life. Arthur looked proud, and his posture relaxed noticeably. He would be my child's only grandparent, and I was grateful for that.They both walked over to see him. Rocco untucked Lorenzo slightly so that they could see his face. Their gazes lingered on him as they admired him. "He is tiny," Sean whispered."Babies tend to be small, idiot," Rocco said to him, chuckling. They were both so fucking stupid. "Congratulations again, Sienna. I hope you don't mind me saying, but it looks like he takes after Eric," Arthur said softly while turning to look at me.I nodded my head.
SiennaFEW YEARS LATER"Fucking hurry up, please!" I said to the maids who scrambled to set out the dining room. Only the best cutlery and crystal glasses were being used for the occasion. The table would be lined with a white cloth and red placemats. I walked around the room in a black dress which hugged my curves perfectly. Oh, shit, did we have enough wine? Why were we so last minute? Everything was just disorganised.Eric and I were hosting a dinner party and it was going to be so fucking good. We invited a lot of, mostly family. They would be here soon and I wanted things ready. As usual, Eric was avoiding the dining room entirely because he knew that I would be in a bitchy mood. I could understand wh, but Inwas not always moody. I picked up a glass in my hand, turned it over and placed it down when I saw it that was devoid of fingerprints.Suddenly, I felt two small hands grasp my legs tightly and I chuckled before I looking down. "You look very handsome, my little man," I
Sienna I held the razor-sharp knife tightly. I took no notice of the way the blade cut deep into the flesh of my palm. I took no notice of my crimson blood which spilled out and stained the carpet below. It actually relieved me. To feel my body in physical pain was a great distraction from the emotional pain that troubled me. I wasn't one to harm myself but I didn't know how to react and my knife was just there.Father wanted me to get married to a stranger. No, he forced me to. He left me with no choice. Granted, I could run, I could hide, but I wouldn't do something like that. Throughout my whole life, I had been nothing but a disappointment to him and this affirmed it. I was nothing more than a mere commodity; an object to trade at his will. He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. My name was Sienna Zannotti, and I was the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he was aging and had no male heirs,
EricI wasn't surprised when my parents arranged a marriage for me. It was highly common. My own parents were arranged to marry and they had been together ever since, in a loveless marriage till death did them part. What a shitty way to live. I was fucking angry about having to marry some girl. A fucking Italian girl to top it off. There was nothing wrong with Italian girls but she was in the mafia. What would she even be like? Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents? Not that I cared, I would just tolerate her and have my way with other women behind her back, and I was sure she would do the same. I wasn't even told of her name, what she looked like, or what she was like. But she was a woman. The boss of the Italian mafia. How could that be? Women were weak and too emotional. She would be the destruction of the mafia. I chuckled at how the most fierce and depraved mafia in the world would fall at her hands. Everyone knew that only a man could run a mafia. Perhaps
SiennaToday was the day I finally got to meet the man who would own me, and as Father put it very eloquently, I would be his bitch apparently. But I would rather stab out my own eyes and eat them than let someone own me. Who the fuck did these men think they were? I scowled as I looked into the full-length mirror. My attire didn't reflect what I thought, not in the slightest. My body was covered in a tight-fitting red silk dress. It had a deep v-neck and full-length arms. I wanted to hide my sore wrist, thanks to Father. The dress stopped at my naturally tanned thighs. Pairing the dress with red heels, I went for a simple look. Light makeup covered my face, and my dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. There was nothing more powerful than dressing up. It made men weak, and I made men weak. I pressed my lips together which were painted with red lipstick. The red blended well with my tan skin and icy blue eyes. Cara entered my room after knocking. She eyed me and complim
EricSienna and her father left the house and I was still in a daze. Thawoman… She was no ordinary woman. There was something about her. She had power, and I felt it when she spoke. I felt her strength when she twisted my hand back. She was also quite fucking hot. Her father was a despicable man and I could sense it. He was fucking disgusting. Sienna never seemed to talk or laugh in his presence, or not as much as she did when he wasn't around her. I could feel their animosity towards each other. My parents looked at me with wide grins across their faces and I knew they wanted to talk about Sienna. "Well what did you think of her? She seems sweet," Mother commented. Sweet? I would not describe her as sweet. Oh, but I liked it when she swore. Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Sweet was not a word we used in the mafia. Fucking hell, we hardly even used it at all."She is fine," I lied effortlessly but really, she was more than just fine. Father beamed and patted my
Sienna Two fucking days. Two days of being rushed off my feet and dragged around mercilessly. I chose a wedding dress and it was quite decent but I just hated what it symbolized. This was really happening. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't plead with my father. He would have beat me if I did that, and besides he was busy enjoying himself in different clubs all over the place. I glanced down at my freshly painted nails. They were in nude — which was not a color I would have chosen if the choice had been left to me — but they looked beautiful regardless. I was glad to be kept busy in a way, because I didn't have to interact with my father. He stayed far away and I was glad that he did so. Tonight was the last night before the big day and I chose to stay in bed and watch a horror movie. There was not much I wanted to do. Infact, if truth was to be told, I wanted to fall ill unexpectedly and ruin the wedding. And I knew that would surely piss my father off. I chuckled a