I wonder if anyone would miss her enough to lodge an investigation if she let's say magically disappeared to the bottom of a lake in a different bag, chopped to pieces and— No. I quickly stop myself, I can't get that caught up in the idea or I'll end up doing it, and she's mother's friend, I can't. “Oh, leave the girl,” Mrs. de Luca tsks, “She's been married like four minutes.” “And she's young, Rosa.” Mrs Rossi tells her. I'm hoping that closes off the topic but it appears to be the beginning merely. Mrs Fontana nods, “Hm, ora capisco perché Renata è sposata da quattro anni… e ancora niente figli.” (Hmm, now I see why Renata has been married for four years and is still childless.) “Ren si sta semplicemente godendo la vita, tutto qui,” (Ren is enjoying her life,) Mrs Rossi shoots back, her tone calm and posture unshaken. “Her husband doesn't seem to mind waiting a few years, they're young, enjoying each other.” “A baby would help Capo's status among the older generatio
Her friends all wave at us, greetings coming in unison and different tones. Mother has me sitting right beside her, and I put my purse on the table, smiling big at everyone. “It's lovely of you to join us, darling,” Mrs Benelli says, staring at me with a fake smile. “We missed the young hot gossip you always bring.” “Oh, no.” Mother laughs, everyone here must be thinking I'm Sofia because she would often have lunch with them when she was engaged to Enzo. “This my daughter, Sasha.” The table goes quiet, and I don't know if it's a good or bad thing, I just sit here stiff as a board while mother brushes her fingers over my back. “I'm confused,” Mrs Artellio frowns. I've got the dirt on all these women, requested by father but the files remain in my possession. “Is that not a boy's name? I think my cousin has a son by that name.” “It's Alessandra,” Mrs Rossi says, she's Renata's mother and the only one at this table with a clean record. “Yes,” Mother chimes in. “Sasha is shor
This dress is longer than the first, so I grab a pair of shoes—red-bottom strappy heels that stole my heart the second I saw them. Enzo says nothing as I put them on; he watches closely. I walk to him, cheeks flushed and anger trickling inside me from his silence. I pause when I'm close enough, Enzo's eyes entrapping me but it's not the face I'm here to show him, it's the shoes. I lift my foot and press the sole of my heel against his chest, right on the heart. His gaze drops to it, and he cusses. “Fuck.” I can't help but smile at that, “Oh, so you can speak. I was worried you'd lost your speech, re mio.” I tease. “They're amazing, dolcezza.” “I know,” I try to sound nonchalant but the approval? It makes my heart flutter. “Did you think I was unimpressed?” he raises an eyebrow, removing the pillow from his lap. My lips part when I see the dent in his pants. “Sasha, my cock has been hard since you displayed how many items you got. Seeing you spend my money is so hot to me,”
“Sorry,” he chuckles, raising his hands in defeat. “Sorry, sorry.” “Focus,” I stare him down with disappointment in my gaze, a look he's no doubt used to. “We have a common enemy, Enzo Valenti killed your only heir, he had you thinking you had something he wanted but the truth is he didn't care for her, Sofia was nothing but a chess piece on his board, and worse? None of the important ones.” I tell him, but I have an important piece on his board now, one I've snuck to help take him out from the inside, pride fills me at the thought. “And what is your motive, Don Romano?” “He has messed with my children, not one but two of them. H hurt their feelings for his amusement, I'm just brings good Father.” I smile, “You would understand but you've got no daughter, or any kids for that matter.” “But you do know this is Valenti was talking about?” he asks, ignoring my jab at his speculated impotence. “We can't just fuck with him and walk out with both feet intact.” “With careful planni
Don Romano My daughter is easily my biggest weapon, the stress I was under when I learned she had stopped spying on Enzo for me added a few more grey hairs to my head. I've not raised Alessandra by myself, she spent a few good years with my father-in-law the Pakhan who shaped her into what I deem perfection. Five good years at a secret elite academy that trains mafia children to be the best enforcers, trackers, weapon strategists, infiltration agents and Lolita to name a few, she came back a changed person. Alessandra speaks over two hundred languages, fluently, she can manhandle someone three times her size and the girl has an impressive cognitive. I always knew she was the smartest of all my children, but putting her in that boarding school in Russia made her thrive, she was too in every category, from hacking downright to seduction. Alessandra is God's gift to me and Satan's punishment to her mother. I'm glad Enzo broke her heart, something I didn't know she had up until a week
“I don't care,” she smiles. “In a way, it's what makes you all the great men you are. Let's be honest, you have to be a certain level of fucked up to survive in our world,” she remarks, playing with his fingers. “Some men kill and gamble, and the women shop, decorate, party, and breed for some reason..” she rolls her eyes. “And I watch shows about killing people, can't get in on the action, best I can do is watch from afar not so?” she giggles. “I'm kidding, don't look so serious.” she frowns, “All I'm saying is that everyone is addicted to something, just because yours just happens to be an acquired taste doesn't mean you're a freak of nature.” she gulps like the words are meant to justify her and not me. Acquired taste? It seems she’s truly a fitting partner for Capo dei Capi, offering unequivocal support and understanding without any judgment. I reach into my jacket and retrieve my gun, handing it to her. Her eyes widen, jaw dropped as she stares at it. She turns it in her ha