Made To Be The Mafia Lord's Own

Made To Be The Mafia Lord's Own

By:  Sharon Smallwood   Ongoing
Language: English
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She ran away from the mafia families because she wanted nothing to do with them, but fate had other plans for her. A mafia lord named Antonio Valencia has requested that she be delivered to him in exchange for not killing her family. But Amari wants nothing to do with the mafia. Can she avoid Antonio and still save her family? Or will she bring about their deaths?

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5 Chapters
chapter 1
Amari's POVMartinis. Italian beef. Then Manhattans.I'm trying to remember something that has to do with why I'm here, but it all seems fuzzy. Like the jazz tune playing on the stereo. This is supposed to be a stop for jazz fans, like people really into that genre of blessed sounds, but here we are.A trio. Poking our noses. All I know is, that Marco and Isabella suggested someplace called The Green Mill on the North side of Chicago for some drinks. Why? No goddamn idea. I look around the place and all I see are patrons dressed in jeans t-shirts and hats; a couple are dressed in shorts and sandals, their upper half bare."Some fashion here," I say. Marco flashes a smile at me. He's been giving Isabella a lot of those since we sat down at this table. "Don't be sarcastic. The fashion is much more relaxed and less formal than it was in the past. It's all about being comfortable. Goditi la musica.""You don't say. What did they wear in the past?"Marco leans towards me like what he's
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chapter 2
Amari's POVHis voice is soft and inviting. I hesitate, unsure if I should say yes or no. The rational part of her brain is telling me to say no, but the part of me that is drawn to this man screams yes. I find myself saying, "Sure, I'd like that."Antonio smiles and takes my hand, leading me out of the bar. We get into his Cadillac. Drive to Drake Hotel on the Magnificent Mile. Walk into the elevator and ride up to his floor. My heart is pounding in my chest. What was she doing? Was this a good idea? I didn't even let Marco and Isabella know I was leaving. Fuck. The elevator doors open and we step out into the hallway. It is long and narrow, with a red carpet on the floor. The walls are a warm beige color, and there are small lamps on the walls. The hallway is dimly lit, but some floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light. Antonio leads me to his door and opens it with a swipe of his key card. I follow him inside and find myself in a well-appointed suite. It is decorated in a so
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chapter 3
Antonio's POVThe meeting is in an old restaurant in Little Italy, right on Morgan Street. Even from behind the windshield, I see that the place is quiet. No patrons. No music. I step out of my car, perceiving the aromas of garlic, tomato sauce, and freshly baked bread coming from the many Italian restaurants and bakeries that line the street.I walk to the door. Catch a whiff of fresh flowers coming from vases lining both sides of the building. I put my hand on the knob, push it open. And the first person I see as my eyes adjust is Amari.**********Some weeks earlier.It is a cold, rainy night in Chicago. Under the dripping rain, the streets look like a fictional paradigm. Too many colors. Vibrant nightlife. Diverse population. As unreal as it can all get.I sit in my Cadillac parked on Lakeview. Sleek and black. A thirty-fifth birthday present for myself. The leather seats creak as I shift my weight. I can feel the pulse of the city around me. The noise of the traffic and the lig
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chapter 4
Antonio's POVI squint at him. "Goading a man who has come all this way, hoping he'll take the bait isn't shrewd thinking. I'm not an idiot, Luigi. You are."I raise my gun, my finger on the trigger.And pull.I walk to the door. Look at it. Should be made of reinforced steel or concrete, with a keypad for entry. The door is recessed into the wall, making it nearly impossible to break down with special seals around the edges to make them airtight, in case of a gas or chemical attack. This very one is designed to be impenetrable and has bulletproof glass windows for added security. So I don't waste my bullets. I tap the codes on the keypad, wait for the green light, and the hiss, then walk into the soundproofed room.***********"How did you get in here?" my uncle sputters.I look at him coldly. He's sitting behind a workspace, clad in plain trousers and long sleeves. Both sleeves are folded to his elbows. "Your security system is obsolete," I let him know. "I've been planning this fo
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chapter 5
Antonio's POV"Or you wish to look for trouble," Giuliana says, seductively rubbing her lower lip. "That is a grave accusation, my dear Antonio.""And I wouldn't bring something like this up if it isn't genuine. Are you saying that none of you is aware of the fact that my uncle, Vito, conspired with the Carter family to overthrow my father and take control of our organization?" A murmur of disbelief ripples through the room."What you may not know," I go on, "is that my uncle was acting on false information, provided by the Carter family. They deliberately misled him, for their gain."A ripple of anger sweeps through the room, and the representative of the Carter family shifts uneasily in her seat."I have proof of their treachery," I say, and produce a CD of the recording from my briefcase. "The evidence is clear, and I believe we must act decisively to bring justice to the Carter family."I watch, as a debate erupts among the assembled families. Some argue that the Carter family mu
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