Three years after my life was changed forever, I am sitting in the church pew with a single luggage bag containing my belongings. Today I am to meet the man my father promised me to, today my life takes a turn.
The nuns were even more strict with their training, making sure I knew how to behave like a woman. Only this time I was forced to walk in heels for weeks on end and someone was sent in to teach me how to do my makeup as my husband would expect of me.
Yesterday Vito brought me a gift I haven’t opened yet, and this morning Nonna Lola and I had our traditional birthday cupcake. But even as I blew the rose petal, I didn’t make a wish.
Wishes are for children who have futures, not for brides who have never met their fiancees.
“Tesoro,” I look up when I hear Nonna Lola’s voice and frown when I see her walking over to me. She’s wearing a bright smile and her eyes are shining with tears. “Oh, I am so happy to have caught you in time!”
“Nonna?” I say and get to my feet to meet her as she shuffles towards me down the aisle. She’s getting so old, I never noticed this before, but she looks exhausted too. “Why are you here?”
She sniffs and takes my hand before placing something into it. “You’re not the only one leaving here today, Tesoro. I will finally be resting after today, as I no longer have you to look after,” she says. “And I wanted to give you this.”
I look down to see a vintage blue frosted glass perfume bottle in my hand. Glancing up at Nonna Lola and seeing the excitement in her eyes, I hold the dainty glass up and open the stopper.
Immediately, the scent of rose and vanilla fills my senses and fresh tears spring into my eyes. It feels new and familiar at the same time, and it reminds me of every birthday I have spent with her in that kitchen.
“My grandson works as a perfumer for some company, Roberto Cavalli, I think?” she says. “Anyway, I asked him to make this so you don’t forget me. The rose is from every petal I have kept from your cupcake, except this morning; that one I am keeping to myself.”
If I could sob right now, I would, but I don’t want Giovanni to think I am crying tears of fear, so I keep it bottled up. I look down at what is the most precious thing I own now and hold it close to my chest, over my heart, before pulling her into my arms.
“As if I could ever forget my only family,” I say, kissing the side of her head. “Thank you, Nonna; this means the world to me!”
She nods against me before pulling out of my embrace. “I will miss you, Tesoro,” she says, cupping my cheeks. “If things get too rough, just try to remember our good times together.”
“I will,” I immediately say because I don’t want to know what she means by ‘if things get too rough’. When we say our final goodbye and I can breathe again, I use some of the perfume on my neck and smile.
At least I’ll smell like a good memory on the way to my death.
After slipping the perfume into my bag, I am about to sit down when the church doors open and Badessa Maria hurries towards me. She’s wearing an anxious look on her face and her cruel eyes don’t leave mine.
“Come,” she says. “He is outside.”
A sudden urge to escape washes over me, but I push it down as soon as it rears its ugly head. My heart is pounding so loud in my chest as I pick up my only bag, and I swallow the trepidation that seeps into my skin.
They groomed me to be the perfect Mafia wife, but who exactly is this man I am being given to? He is Mafia, so there will be cruelty there. Will he raise his hand to me if I don’t behave? He is the eldest son, so he must be old like Vito as well.
Ah, is this the punishment I get for being a non-believer in a convent?!
I have always dreamed of meeting my one true love. One who wouldn’t abandon me, one who treats me well and loves me through the bad times. One who is sweet and kind, and one who will help raise our children.
I can only hope Giovanni is a good man, but he’s Mafia… He would have killed hundreds of people.
When the Badessa opens the large church doors and I follow her through, the sun blinds me momentarily. I try to blink when I hear a car door slamming and when my eyes focus again, the person walking towards me is not what I imagined at all.
Tall, dressed in a black suit clinging perfectly to his body and wearing a pair of sunglasses; if this is Giovanni Vittori, then everything I have thought about him is false. He looks older than me, yes, but not by many years. Thirty, probably?
“Lucia Moretti,” he says in a husky lilt to his deep voice that sends shivers down my spine. “Finally, we meet.”
He comes to a stop in front of me, my mind swimming in his intoxicating scent; A mixture of spices, wood and leather. When he removes his sunglasses and smirks, my heart drops into my stomach and my mouth falls open.
Thick dark hair, blue eyes the color of my birthday cupcakes, a light boxed beard trimmed to perfection, and from what I can gather by the top two open buttons on his shirt, a tattooed chest.
I am in deep trouble… this man is incredibly handsome.
“Giovanni Vittori, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I say, and hold my hand out to him as the lie slips out. He draws my hand to his lips and kisses the back of it, silencing my thoughts immediately.
I notice that his fingers are tattooed with the words VIDI VICI - ‘I saw, I conquered’, and I wonder if that means me as well. He looks at the lone bag at my feet and frowns.
“Is this all you’re taking with you?”
I nod and backpedal, because I need to use my words. “Yes, it is all I own.”
A scowl crosses his face and he holds up his hand; a man appears out of nowhere to take my bag and Giovanni turns his back to me. “Come. We have a long flight ahead of us. There's plenty to arrange before the wedding next week.”
It’s only when I am seated next to him in the black car with tinted windows, that I realize what he’s just said. “Next week? That soon?”
Giovanni clips in my seatbelt, and grins when he leans his face close to mine. “Next week is too late, Micetta. If it were up to me, you would have been my wife when you turned eighteen, but here we are,” he says.
The cruel tone of his voice is a contrast to the warmth of his scent, and I am left reeling at his words. The fact that he called me ‘kitten’ felt like an insult, and I found myself pulling away from him as he sits back and chuckles.
“We’ll be in each other’s company for almost thirteen hours. Get comfortable or I’ll be forced to make you comfortable,” he says, blowing the last of my hopes for a good man away.
For the last twenty-two years I have done nothing but seethe in my own hatred and for the last twenty years, I’ve been plotting my revenge against Alberto Moretti and the Camorra.A rickety bridge of peace might have been put into place with my marriage to Moretti’s only daughter, but it means as much to me as his life does. I have no intention of playing nice with the woman I am to wed.They’re the reason I no longer have a twin sister, the reason my mother drinks herself into oblivion, the reason my father became even more heartless, and the reason Dom, my youngest brother, can no longer walk.Play nice with the Moretti bitch? No fucking way. I plan on sending her back to the Camorra in tiny little pieces and igniting the flames of war once more. You don’t take from me and decide to offer a virgin as a sacrificial lamb. A pawn to ease the flames.Sangue per sangue - blood for fucking blood. I had planned meticulously, calculating every detail, and anticipating each outcome, all to
The past week went by way too quickly and even as I stand in this church, staring at myself in the floor-length mirror, I can barely believe it’s the same Lucia staring back at me. My makeup is done to perfection, my hair curled and pinned beautifully, and this dress… It’s a girl’s dream come true. A delicate lace bodice adorned with intricate hand-embroidered floral patterns, accentuating my curves. Subtle beading and shimmering sequins catch every ray of light, giving the dress an otherworldly glow. A modest sweetheart neckline frames my chest, cap sleeves at my shoulders, and an A-line skirt flows seamlessly from my waistline.Layers of feather-light tulle and soft silk, create a dreamy, cloud-like effect without looking absolutely poofy and ridiculous. The dress is completed with a long, cathedral-length veil, edged with matching lace appliqués around the border, and finishing with a veil over my head.This is it. This is my wedding day and I feel absolutely awful.“All done, Ma’
As the smoke from the explosion began to dissipate, the aftermath of the long-anticipated mafia wedding stood as a dark, twisted monument to chaos. Entangled amongst the debris and empty stare of terror on the guests' faces, I can feel my blood boiling with rage. It was supposed to be the first day towards my path to retribution; the day I made Lucia officially mine. Instead, it had become a macabre nightmare with probably a few important, high-ranking members probably dead. Someone had planted bombs at my fucking wedding, a wedding both secured by Famiglia and Camorra alike.“Frankie! Dom!” I exclaim, calling to my brothers. I have to know if they survived!The trembling figure in my arms snaps me out of my thoughts and I see the wide eyes of Lucia staring up at me, clutching at the lapel of my tuxedo. I want to push her away from me, but instead, I push my thoughts down.I threw her to the ground and covered her with my body without thinking, protecting her with my life without a
To say I am trembling in fear is an understatement. One second I was dancing with Giovanni, my heart beating so close to his, and the next I was thrown to the ground, shielded by his body. My ears are still ringing from the explosion and the palms of my hands were tender from scraping them against the floor as I went down. Now I’m in the back of an armored SUV, sitting next to a mean-looking woman wearing a scowl similar to Giovanni’s. She’s wearing a red dress and high heels, is tall and slender, with short blonde hair and tattoos that look like feathers creeping into her neck. I hug my body and feel the ripples of fear still coursing through me. I suspected that a lot of people weren’t happy about this marriage, but I didn’t expect a hit right on our wedding day. Wouldn’t this be the highest disrespect to pay the son of a Capo dei Capi? Wait… wouldn’t this cause a war? As soon as we hit the cobblestone driveway, I know we’ve arrived at Giovanni’s estate. I don’t think I’ll ever
My heart is thudding so loud in my ears that I can barely think, and when he puts the tip of the weapon to my breastbone, I flinch and close my eyes.“Relax, I’m not about to murder my bride on our wedding night,” he says and when I hear the tearing of fabric, I open my eyes to feel the fabric of the negligee pool at my feet. “That’s for later.”Later? What does he mean that’s for later?!Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger.I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.A shiver shoots up my spine as it feels like an omen meant just for me.“On the bed, Mice
I wake up and stretch, hyper-aware of the soft body laying at my side. Opening my eyes, I see Lucia still asleep and laying on her back with one leg over mine, her bare pussy still exposed. One hand is over her full, gorgeous chest while the other is splayed above her head.She must have fallen asleep while still covered in my cum and her blood, and I don’t know why, but that doesn’t sit right with me. Actually, it pisses me off at what I’ve done.When I came back to the room, I had every intention of sleeping and not touching her after what we discovered. Especially since I was so angry about the entire thing. Dom is alive, just shaken up, and no one died at the scene except for the server pouring wine.But seeing her in that little white negligee had me thinking with my fucking cock. Why did my enemy’s daughter have to look so fucking beautiful?I get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom, but something on her nightstand gets my attention - a pill. When I pick it up, I notic
When I finish in the shower, I hear the bedroom door closing and know Giovanni has left for the day. Careful of hurting myself, I dry off and wrap the towel around my body before walking to the closet.The bloodstained blankets catch my eye and I push down the shame threatening to strangle me. I don’t ever want a repeat of last night… I’d rather die.My mind is a mess. From what happened last night, to the rough way Giovanni took me and now finding out his father was killed last night, presumably by my missing father. I don’t know what is going to happen now, and I don’t want to find out.I catch my naked reflection in the mirror and my eyes widen when I see blue dots on my thighs, right where Giovanni held me. There are three similar-looking dots on my cheek when he had his hand over my mouth. I swallow hard while trying to keep my emotions down, then I walk to my clothing rack.I am not going to cry; I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he truly terrifies me.Aft
I should be mourning my father and am expecting family to arrive any minute now. But Lucia standing up to me, nearly raising her voice, showing me her claws…Cristo, if that didn’t get me hard as a fucking rock.Now I’m sitting in my office, watching that door and pretending I’m not thinking about spreading her wide on this desk. Shit, I need to get this woman out of my head, now is not the time to be thinking with my dick.There’s a knock on my office door and I tell whoever it is to enter, knowing it’s Lucia. I brace my elbows on the desk in front of me and watch her walk inside. She’s wearing a black dress that hugs her sinful curves well, and those heels only make her legs look sexier. I didn’t manage to fuck that innocence out of her, though and somehow it pulls me in even more.I swivel in my chair and unbutton my suit jacket before leaning back and patting my hand on my lap. “Over here, Micetta,” I say, watching as her eyes widen. “Sit down.”Her cheeks take on a gorgeous tint