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Chapter 41: You're Drunk
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His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 41: She didn't kiss me
“What do I—” “It's my wife,” I say with a sigh. “You want Ale dead?” the idiot asks, making me regret my decision to call instantly. “No, you idiot. I mean, something is wrong with Alessandra.” “Hmm, how strange?” he draws, his tone filled with intrigue. “What strange behaviour did she exhibit?” “Every time I come home, she's got an attitude on her, she doesn't talk as much as she previously would, and...” I trail off, stopping myself because we'll be here all night if we start discussing the ways in which her demeanour changes. “She's just different.” “And where is she now?” “She just went up to the bedroom, She was out with Gianna and Renata Castillo.” “The trouble team,” Alessio chuckles. That's what the media has nicknamed their little clique, they are known for being free spirits, and now they're taking my wife right down with them. “What did they do? What scandal needs clearing, I've got a guy.” “No scandals,” I sigh. At least none that I'm aware of. “But she didn't kis
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 41: You're Drunk
“I'm out with Andrea and her friends,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder to find them all looking at me. “Isabella is here too,” I say, not knowing why I'm pointing it out. “I see. I was worried. If your guards had not informed me you're okay, I would be tearing up the city.” “That's a bit extreme,” I snort, my cheeks flushing. “I'm fine.” “Good, I'm working out of town today, there are a few loose ends I need to cut.” “Alright,” I retort, my tone filled with excitement. The less I see of him, the better. “I won't be back until later, so you can make other dinner plans,” he says, making my day even better. If I'm lucky, I can go a whole 24 hours without seeing his face! I tried not to look at him when I awoke this morning. “Okay, bye.” I say, ending the call before he can start flirting with me or saying anything more to subject me to the sound of his voice. “Everything okay?” Isabella asks, watching me as I settle back down. I nod, smiling. “All good, he just wanted to let
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 40: Elite Mafia wives
“Mrs Valenti, where to?” Igor, my guard, asks as soon as I settle into my seat. “Andrea invited me to brunch at a friend's house, I'll just have to confirm the location with her. Give me a minute.” I say, opening my phone to check the details of Andrea's text invitation. “I know where it is, ma'am,” Tito says, glancing at me through the rear seat mirror. I nod, “Let's go there then, and after we can go home.” I quietly say, my heart sinking at the word home. I throw my head back and close my eyes, trying not to think of what Enzo did to me, but it's so hard when that very thing is the essence of my upcoming vengeance. Knowing he might be home makes me angry, I'm wishing for those nights of my first week in marriage when he left me alone, didn't call or text, or pretend he cared for me. “Ma'am,” Tito clears his throat. I open my eyes, peering out the window. I notice the car has stopped and is parked inside an unfamiliar mansion, which I assume the ladies meet is happening. Igor
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 38: I'm not stupid, Father
“Nonsense,” Father groans. “To the godfather, competency outlaws bloodlines. Why do you think Don Valenti isn't even a common Capo? These positions are not only inherited but earned, that's why we as leaders are inclined to choose heirs rightfully. It's not about bloodline, it's about la familia.” I nod, the realisation dawning on me.“You're right, Father, but how do we make it happen? We can't do it alone. Enzo is smart. He might catch on and—” “You underestimate yourself, my prodigy, you are ten times better than that spoiled mafia brat,” he groans, my eye twitching at the insult towards him. “You are excellent at planning, but you've given me the idea, which is more than enough! I will talk to some people and see who we can put on that throne, some young blood. Who knows, he might marry one of you.” “Not me!” I snap, I'm married, and while I won't be when everything goes down, I don't want to go through this again. “I am not a fan of marriage at all. I wasn't before, but now
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 37: scorned wife
Alessandra Today, i left the house before enzo woke up, he must've been tired from being an asshole, probably screwing the woman he could possibly love to pretending to be interested in me. I've not been this angry since my mark refused to die and I had to go to the hospital, a heavily guarded room and end all his nine lives. It was a hustle, much like being married to Enzo has easily become. i don't know how much longer I can hide my detest for him when my blood boils at the mere sound of his fucking voice. Hating it would be easier if he had a regular tone, but no, the cold-hearted bastard has the kind of voice that makes women giggle, and I never was one to giggle. I'm so angry at him, at myself, and at my stupid heart for learning it could feel something so tender and frail. My next kill is going to be sloppy, I just know it, but I also know Father won't assign me any marks, he'll use his other henchmen before he even gives me a second thought. Don Romano is petty, almost as mu
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 36: Oddly quiet
EnzoI stand by the window, phone pressed to my ear and my eyes fixed on the garden outside, but I see nothing beyond the interruption of my dinner with Sasha.I've been on call for over ten minutes, and still, Michele doesn't seem to grasp how serious the situation is.“Non è un’offerta, è un avvertimento,” (This isn’t an offer, but a warning.) I say, needing to clarify consequences, will be sure if I don't get it anyway after working on this project for three whole months.Michele stutters, something about needing more time. Bullshit, three months was me giving him time.“Abbiamo aspettato abbastanza. O firmi l’accordo o ti svegli senza una lingua.” (We’ve waited long enough. Either you sign the deal or you wake up without a tongue.)A familiar silence comes through, I've rattled him enough to have him scrumbling to make my demands happen. “But Capo—” I exhale slowly, my patience thinning as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Parla con tuo fratello. Se non riesci a convincerlo, lo far
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 35: Love doesn't live here
AlessandraThe door to our bathroom closes behind me with a soft click, and the silence inside feels too loud. Enzo is still with Alessio. I could hear them laughing as I left, but I know they didn't see me.I slip out his shirt, my hands trembling as I stare down at them, at the ring on my finger, the diamond taunts me as it glitters. Under the bedroom light. I can't believe I began to see it for what it is, A symbol of commitment, a future, and a promise of forever, but it's nothing, it's a trap that comes with lies.As convincing as Enzo was, I feel stupid, I'm an assassin for fucks sake, I was too of my class and my IQ is in the 1 percentile and yet he fooled me? I can't stomach the news, I can't bear the glossy look in my eyes nor the lump in mt throat, so I go into the shower and open it on full pressure, the cold water feels warm compared to the pain Enzo's words have left me in.Convenient. Obedient. Pretty. Makes me look good. I can't help the echoing of those words, not th
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 34:You're in love
Alessandra I wake up alone, but I know Enzo is somewhere close because his gun is on the bedside table. Knowing he's still home makes me blush with memories from last night. I can't believe I said I loved him, but what's more unbelievable is how he still said it after I told him to only say it if he meant it. I'm fulfilled, and I've got those butterflies in my belly that they always talk about in the movies. I admire the rare gun my husband owns from afar, needing one for myself. The gun is even engraved; that's how seriously Enzo takes possession. Still, nothing beats the way he acts towards me, even towards his siblings. I set out to find him, it's Sunday morning, somewhat early, so he must be in the kitchen or the gym. I've learned his routine easily, he's predictable with it, at least in the house. My feet pause at the open gym door, two voices erupting from inside. I instantly recognise them, the bickering is enough of a clue. Alessio is here, and as per usual, arguing with m
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 33: Promise you'll find me
“Dolccezza, are you still mad at me?” I hear him say. I swallow. He just got into bed, and I've got my back to him. I would pretend I was asleep, but I can't ignore him. I feel an inescapable pull between us, something feral and dangerous–two of my favourite things. “I'm not mad,” I shift, turning to face him. Even he is lying in bed, staring at me with bewilderment. “I am a little upset you made me leave the dinner like that, it wasn't necessary.” “How is your cheek?” he asks, ignoring my statement, to him, dragging me out was necessary, and so was warning me that my family would never see me again if they lose dangers to me. “I'm fine, Enzo,” I try to assure him, the Russian rolling off my tongue “I mean I'm fine, it was an accident, and you overreacted.” I clarify, careful not to do dry to other languages. “I'll respect the story you're going for, but Dolcezza, nobody is allowed to hurt you.” “He didn't—” “If anyone ever hurts you, then I want you to come to me. Whatever
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