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 deal a decisive blow to the family that had wronged me so terribly. A family who ripped my own in two and grinned.
On my way to fetch my blushing bride, I envisioned her stormy temperament, arrogance written on her hardened features as they clutch at a marriage that could only end in ruin for her kin.
So why the fuck did my perfect pawn look like an innocent angel?
The woman who stepped out of the church was no storm, but instead, the embodiment of a serene spring day. She was dressed in a modest but ill-fitting white dress that ended just above her knees, hiding her curvaceous body.
Her eyes were the color of my favorite whiskey and flecks of green, framed by lashes that cast delicate shadows on her porcelain skin. With her hair hanging loose over one shoulder, I wondered how it would feel to wrap it around my fist and pull.
In that instant, it felt like my heart skipped a beat; the intense, iron-clad certainty of my plan seemed to waver, faltering under the weight of Lucia’s unexpected innocence. She’s a Mafia princess and I’ve fucked plenty of them, so why doesn’t she have that same arrogance to her?
The flight over was terrible, hyper-aware of the gorgeous as fuck woman sitting next to me. She fell asleep six hours into the flight, and even asleep, she looked beautiful. Four hours in and she rested her head against my shoulder, tempting me with that innocent rose and vanilla scent of hers.
Being stuck with her for nearly thirteen hours while my cock strained in my pants, itching to know how it would feel to have her full lips around it. If this isn’t hell on Earth, then what is?
I have never been more thankful for a flight to end and as soon as we landed, I shot up from my seat and readjusted my swollen cock. Damn, this woman.
Jetlagged and tired as fuck, I need to get rid of my frustration as soon as we get back to the estate before I kill someone.
“Giovanni?” her soft siren voice calls to me and I breathe out a long sigh before turning to her. She’s wearing a confused and frazzled look, her eyes flickering around the inside of the plane. “Can you… Can you please tell me what happens now?”
I smirk at this. “Didn’t the nuns teach you to speak when spoken to? Tsk, tsk; I’d hate to have to go back just to put a bullet in Badessa’s head.”
A look of absolute terror crosses her face and it does nothing for my swollen cock, especially when her perfect mouth falls open in shock. I roll my eyes and face forward before resuming my walk.
“We go to my estate and you will stay there until our wedding day. Tomorrow you’ll be taken for a dress fitting and your closets will be filled since what you’re wearing right now is not befitting of a Vittori woman,” I explain as we walk down the steps and onto the tarmac. “Until our wedding, keep out of my way.”
“Understood,” she answers like a perfect Mafia wife should and her obedience immediately makes my cock deflate. Cristo, what the fuck is this woman doing to me?
She’s quiet on the drive home while I distract myself with returning calls I’ve missed. It’s after 3 am now and the entire estate is on high alert because the only Moretti heir is coming back to New York, the only one left with true Camorra blood.
I’ve had three cars and four motorcycles follow us on our way home but there have been no attacks on us. Not that I give a shit about Lucia, but the mere thought that someone could rip this kitten from me and put an immediate stop to my plans makes my veins burn hot with fury.
Who the fuck would disrespect my family like that, anyway? Who would dare?
Swallowing my anger, I relax slightly when the gates of my villa come into view. We approach the grand entrance, the wrought-iron gates, adorned with intricate designs and the Vittori family crest, open to let us in.
I always hated the cobblestoned driveway because of what happened to me when I was younger, but as soon as the wheels hit them, I feel like I’m home. My father moved out as he started grooming me to take over from him, so now it’s just me and my siblings who live here.
It is a majestic Italian villa, built with warm terracotta hues and adorned with exquisite stonework. Classic arched windows and balconies with ornate railings remind me of my mother’s favorite villa back in Tuscany.
I turn to see the look of awe on Lucia’s face and a flicker of pride blooms in my chest, but only for a second, because even as the place is beautiful, it was still built on bloodshed.
Leading her up to the door, I place my hand on the small of her back and she immediately flinches. “You can admire the place tomorrow, Micetta. I need fucking sleep,” I say as I walk her inside.
I wasn’t lying about being exhausted, because I didn’t get to sleep on the flight over. There’s already anger simmering under the surface and as much as Lucia deserves it, I am not in the mood for a fight.
Anna, the head housekeeper, waits for us in the entryway as we step inside and she walks towards us. “Welcome home, sir,” she says with a smile before turning to Lucia. “I will take care of the lady as you instructed.”
“Thank you, Anna,” I say before making my way upstairs to my bedroom to hopefully pass out. It’s not lost on me that in a few short days, the woman who gave me a thirteen-hour hard-on will be occupying the same bed as me.
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
My heart is beating so loud as I rush out of Giovanni’s office that I didn’t even notice someone coming around the corner. Plowing right into them, I yelp and nearly lose my balance, only for them to grab me by the waist and pull me to my feet.“I’m guessing you’ve just come from my brother’s office,” a female voice sounds and my eyes shoot open. “Would explain why you’re in a rush to get away from here.”I take a step backward and take in the woman in front of me. Wow, she’s beautiful; even more so in the light. There’s a confidence about her that I wish I could have. Then again, she knew who she was all her life and I’m only just learning.“Uhm, yes. I’ve just come from Giovanni’s office,” I say, clasping my hands in front of me. “If you’ll excuse me-”“Wait, Lucia,” she calls my name as I walk past her and I immediately freeze up. Wait, she knows my name?Tentatively, I turn around to face her and watch as she crosses her arms over her chest. Wow, she exudes the type of confidence