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Chapter 96: A drunk Capo
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His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 96: A drunk Capo
Alessio I'm often the one to drag Enzo out to bars and nightclubs but tonight? He invited me and he's been drinking like a fish out of water. He’s on his seventh glass of whiskey and won't stop whining about how hard his life is. This is a man who has everything right now, he will be Capo dei Capi, he has enough money to buy three countries and merge them and he happens to have married the woman he wanted. Yet somehow, he is ungrateful, I'm tired of hearing him whine constantly, and I’m seriously considering calling him Uber and just letting the city deal with the body count if anyone tries to rob him. I'd call his men but that's too sadistic on my end, he left them home for a reason. “Alessio,” Enzo calls out again, hardly able to keep his head straight. “You know what’s funny?” he slurs, utterly drunk now. “I’m the most powerful man in this fucking city, and I can’t get my wife to love me.” “That is funny,” I sigh, it's not but after hearing it more than once? My feigned empat
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He pushes my dress up to my midriff, leaving me in just my thong. “What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice thin. He doesn't respond, his hand trails higher beneath my dress, and he grips my panties, sliding them aside. “Enzo—” “Shh,” he whispers, lips brushing my throat. “You don't talk when I actually need you to but suddenly you have so much to say?...” “I—” I want to say no but it's too late, my body betrays me. My pussy lacks loyalty to the plans we make when he's not around. “You’re not eating right, Sasha,” he murmurs. “You won’t talk to me still and now you're picking fights to subdue how wet you get when I'm with you,” he says, thrusting a finger inside me, and then another. “ “It's okay, Dolcezza. I want you too, I always do.” My lips part but I stifle the moan, squeezing his arm tighter, trying to compose myself as I remember where the hell we are. “We are in the dining room, Enzo.” I gasp, feeling him twist his fingers inside me. “Anyone could walk in.” I remind h
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I swallow hard and reach for my water. “I must have filled up on cherries while making dessert with Mama.” I lie, my voice quiet in case she hears me. I did accompany her in the kitchen as she made a cherry pie for dessert because her father-in-law loves it and I had a couple of cherries there. Enzo frowns, leaning closer. “On what, five cherries?” I open my mouth to respond but quickly press my lips shut, my stomach is doing something odd again. I feel a twist low in my belly that’s more unsettling than painful, it's been happening a lot lately and I'm scared it could turn into something serious if I give it attention. Maybe the stress is getting to me, I've never handled this much stress and anxiety and it's taking a toll on my body now. “Eat something,” Enzo says. “Or would you like me to ask Ma Constantia to prepare you something?” he asks, watching me closely. “No,” I blurt out. Ma Constantia is probably in her quarters now, and I just don't want anything to eat right no
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Alessandra My father contacted me this morning, he's willing to overlook my stupidity and forgive me but I don't want to play these nasty games anymore. I don't even care that he has people for me to kill or torture, I just don't want to be caught in this mess between him and Enzo. The godfather invited us to dinner tonight because he wanted to speak with us. I assumed it was just going to be Enzo and me, but his entire family is here—well, those with rankings, that is, and their wives, and somehow Gianna and Picolina made it here tonight. I'm tense in my seat, fingers toying with the rim of my wine glass as I watch the men of the family I married into. They're all in suits tonight, and even now they don't appear relaxed. My father-in-law has ditched his calm demeanour because he's in the presence of the Capo dei Capi, who sits at the head of the table with Picolina in his lap. “Your inauguration is coming up soon,” the godfather, Angelo Valenti says. His voice doesn’t rise a
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"Is that what you want?" I swallow. Her face furrows with confusion, and her head tilts as she stares down at me. "What?" "You asked me not to touch you," I remind her, words that cut through the wound already pulsing. "You're bothering me about things of no importance." "You're my wife, Sasha. Everything is of importance when it comes to you." "And I say it's not," she grimaces. "You made it very clear I'm not your wife in this room." She says, averting my gaze. I reach underneath her dress, my hands caressing her skin without pausing like I did earlier. "You are mine, Sasha.” I tell her, it seems she forgets sometimes but she's been mine since the day I first saw her. She looks at me like she doesn't believe a single word I said but still leans down, her lips pressed to mine. "You're mine everywhere," I whisper against her lips. "In this house, our parents' homes, and more so in this bed," I tell her, pressing her hips down so she can feel my cock and I know she does bec
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 91: Distant, Dolcezza
Enzo Alessio invited himself over for dinner at our house today, and he brought Gianna despite my request not to have my sister and her nose in my business. Thankfully, Gianna chose to have dinner with Renata and her other friends. I was sure my wife would jump at the opportunity, but she didn't seem in the least bit interested in leaving the house. The dinner table is being set when Alessandra walks into the room, I instantly pocket my phone and divert my attention solely towards her. There's something different about her today, and when she sits down, beside my cousin, I notice her wrist is bandaged. "What happened to your hand, Ale?" Alessio asks, beating me to it. Sasha's gaze momentarily drops to the bandage, and then she shrugs, "Oh, this. It's nothing, really." Alessio doesn't respond, his gaze finds mine as I inspect her hand from across the table. “That doesn't look like nothing." "I hurt it when I was being clumsy." She sighs, not bothering to look at me when sh
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