Bride?

Vito's POV:

You have one rule as a member of the Mafia; never break Omerta. They can whatever the fuck they want with you or torture you until blood runs out from your ears, but you do not break Omerta. You bleed in silence, you do not give up your family, you do not say a word about what happens within the organization, and you take the pain like a fucking man.

Omerta is not only tattooed on my back, but as well as on my brain. My father made sure my siblings knew very well from a very young age that young age that he would mercilessly and painfully kill any one of us if we broke Omerta. That's exactly why he had Emilio castrated, alive, before putting a into his bullet head.

I didn't give two shits about Emilio. He wasn't a man. He didn't have what it takes to run shit. I'd rather die first before breaking Omerta for a woman. Figlio di puttana. (son of a bitch)

My father invited all of us for dinner and apparently I was due to meet the woman I was to get married to. I had more important things to do, like fucking the brains out of Akira. The next morning I had to go however. I arrived to the so called funeral and gave everyone my condolences. It was ironic that we even had a funeral for Emilio. He was a rat, a traitor.

I skipped breakfast and went straight to the garden. My men and I stood together in one corner as we waited for the ceremony to begin. The sooner it started, the sooner I could get the fuck out of there.

"Cazzo," I swore under my breath as my father's fiancee approached us.

"Morning handsome," she smiled as she sashayed to my side.

"What do you want?" I questioned.

Leticia scoffed. "I can't even chill with my favorite step-son?"

I glared down at her but she just smiled. She knew no one could touch her now that she wad getting married to Giovanni. Her eyes used to be full or fear whenever I'd look at her and now she was fucking suddenly untouchable.

"I just cane to guve you a heads-up," Leticia folded her arms. "Your father is bringing your little...fiancee to see you soon."

My eyes landed on Giovanni across the garden. He was talking to someone but I couldn't see as his body blocked them.

"She's a pretty little thing, I'll admit," Leticia nodded. "You'll have tons of fun with her. I don't know how Akira's gonna feel about it though."

"Don't say her name," I warned her through gritted teeth.

Leticia raised her hands in mock surrender. "Okay. I'll just wait and see what Akira does."

Leticia walked off into the crowd. Akira wasn't my girlfriend. I didn't date. Men don't need girlfriends. They need wives. And it shouldn't be someone you love. Real men don't fall in love because as soon as you fall in love, you have a weakness. A target.

"Boss," Carlo cleared his throat. "You have a call from...Akira..."

While Akira wasn't my girlfriend, she was the closest thing I had to one. I didn't love her. Akira didn't just have a great ass. She was smart, strategic and she was never the damsel in distress.

"Take it. Tell her the service has started," I told Carlo.

Carlo gave me an uncomfortable look before answering, walking off for privacy.

"Vito?" Giovanni called.

I turned around to see my father approaching me with a girl at his side. She blinked rapidly, avoiding my gaze.

"Here is your beautiful bride," Giovanni grinned as he gently pushed her forward.

Leticia was right. She was a pretty thing. She had waist-length chestnut brown hair and clear, innocent blue eyes. Her lips were plump and pink. She wore a backless long sleeved dress that clung to her body, hugging every curve on her slim body. Our eyes met, then she looked away again. Her skin was smooth and clear like porcelain. She blushed, turning a bright shade of pink. I frowned and she almost sulked,  looking at the ground. Porca troia. (Fucking hell).

"I'll leave you two to talk," Giovanni said before leaving.

Once Giovanni left, the girl, supposedly Gia continued staring at the ground.

"Come ti chiami?" I casually asked, tucking my hands into my pockets. (What's your name?)

She suddenly looked up at me, her perfectly plucked brows furrowed. "You're marrying me tomorrow and you're asking me what my name is?"

I shrugged. "I was only informed yesterday."

She nodded. "And I was informed last year. I had months to plan and I got the perfect proposal and got to go shopping for a dress and I picked my flowers."

I was taken aback by her sudden sarcastic outburst. I stared down at her. She suddenly blushed again.

"I'm sorry. I tend to think out loud sometimes," she confessed, tucking a loose strand behind her ear.

I took a step closer to her, and she took one back.

"I suggest you find a way to keep those thoughts in your head because one of these days , I won't like what you have to say and it won't end well for you."

Her lips quivered as she stared intently into my eyes.

"Know your place, dolcezza (sweetness). You're lucky Giovanni didn't put you in the grave with Emilio. As far as I'm concerned, we own you. Stay in your lane, don't speak to me if not necessary and mind your own business."

With that I walked away from her and went to find a seat as the service was about to start. I sat in the last row at the back, and Carlo came to sit next to me. He sighed heavily as he shook his head.

"Akira is such a headache," he complained.

I smirked. "What did she want?"

"She wanted to know if she could order some makeup kit from Paris on your account."

I raised a brow. "She never asks. "

"It's ten thousand dollars."

I shook my head, looking straight ahead. "Donne." (women)

I found myself looking for Gia. She sat in front with Aurora and Giovanni. I scoffed. She didn't know all these people were evil snakes. Except for Aurora and her mother. They were just unfortunate to have been tied to the Armanis. Dina was purchased by my father when she had just turned eighteen.

I remember when she first came home. I was six years old. She was like a mouse, terrified of everything and everyone. Giovanni sucked the life and beauty out of her, until she was just a used up rag. She couldn't leave him, because he owned her. If she ever left, he'd kill her. She had tried to leave once years ago. When she was caught and brought back home, he engraved his name onto her stomach with a heated up knife. I almost felt bad for Gia. The innocent clueless little thing didn't know what she was in for. She had no choice though. She was born with the sole purpose of being handed over to the Armanis.

"Boss, you have to leave immediately after the wedding for Rome," Carlo reminded me.

"Sì. I'm going home to Akira from there. "

"Then that means Miss Gia will not join you on the honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon?" I lifted a brow.

"Yes. It also happens to be in Rome. Your father booked everything."

I sucked my teeth. "I have important matters to take care of. I don't have time to play house or husband. But I can't leave her alone the entire time."

I turned to Carlo with a suggestion. He seemed to have had already figured out what my order would be.

"You want me to stay with her in Rome?" He predicted lazily.

"Yes. Just watch over her for a couple of days. Get her a credit card connected to my account and let her do all the shopping she wants. Take her to some restaurants to eat and go sightseeing. When she's bored bring her back home. I'll take her from here when I'm back."

Carlo nodded. "Yes boss."

That's what I loved about Carlo. He never refused me. He'd simply carry out the order with no questions, and that's why he was my right hand man.

I turned back to Gia. She ran her hand through her long hair, talking to Aurora. What an unlucky little beauty. My world was ruthless, dark and merciless. She was too pure and innocent to be part of it.