Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride

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Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Ugh, I was so irritated with these stubborn waves! I've been trying to tame them for what feels like hours, but they just won't listen to me. Every time I think I've got them under control, they spring right back into their wild, unruly state. It's like they have a mind of their own!Frustrated with the situation, I yanked my hair back and secured it into an overly tight ponytail, causing a throbbing ache to pulse through my head.I decided to dress up a bit today, usually, I just throw some clothes on and leave for college but today it was Lorenzo Vitelli—the Cosa Nostra's enforcer's daughter's christening. Now that I've hit twenty-one, my mother is on my case about dressing up, as if that's the only way someone will notice me and ask me to marry them. Can't she just let me enjoy my life without bringing up this outdated and sexist idea that my only value is in my appearance?According to the Cosa Nostra standards, I was quite old as most girls were married off a

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Why did he wink at you?" Chiara asked for the umpteenth time since we left the church. As we lounged on her bed, I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning view above us. The glass ceiling showcased the twinkling stars, creating a breathtaking sight that left me in awe. Her bedroom was a masterpiece, and I couldn't help but admire every intricate detail of it.I squeezed my eyes shut, "I don't know, he was probably trying to annoy us or something." "He didn't even bat an eye at me, which is surprising considering I fit the bill of everything he usually looks for in a woman," she said shaking her head. Her tone was laced with bitterness as if she couldn't understand why he wouldn't be attracted to her. "But of course, he was staring at you the whole time. It's not like you're his usual type or anything," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And to top it off, he even winked at you and smiled," she emphasized each word, making sure to let me know how hurt sh

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I flinched as another loud bang came from downstairs. Mama had been yelling for the last hour since I told her that I won't marry Aldo. She was hell-bent on forcing me into this marriage but I won't give up too, not until I find someone who'd let me be my own person too instead of just a wife and a mother. The door creaked open and Grandpa peeked through the gap. I managed to give him a feeble smile. "I won't marry him, Grandpa..." He entered my bedroom and came to sit beside me on the bed, he wrapped an arm around my back, "Do you have anyone else in mind?" I shook my head. "Benedetto Gambino?" I scoffed, "He is just like Aldo but younger. Benedetto is controlling and he is with a different girl every single day. You know how much I hate men like this." Grandpa sighed, shaking his head, "The Cerones are very powerful, I don't think he will let this go easily. This will bruise their egos." I turned to him, "You can talk to Capo about this, can't you?" "He

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─She slapped me. My face turned to the side and I glared at the wall. This girl had the nerve to slap me. Me? Who the fuck does she think she is?! With a lazy and calculated move, I finally turned my face to her, only to find a spark of fury igniting in her eyes. It was as if she was begging for a taste of my power. As if she didn't know who I was and what I am capable of. As if she didn't know I was the one who truly held the reins. She still dared to slap me. It's clear, she played with fire, and now she will bear the consequences.I grabbed her wrist with a firm grip, the same one she used to slap me, and forcefully pulled her towards me. As her eyes widened in terror, a smile spread across my face. It's about time she learned to fear me because that little Miss "Holier Than Thou" obviously thinks she can just slap me and get away with it."Don't ever try that again if you want to live," I threatened in a low voice But instead of cowering away from me, she stuck h