SINFULLY HIS

Rafael I watched the fake smile she wore in church slowly dissipate, like it was only worn for the ceremony. At intervals, I noticed her shuffling in her seat or leaning away from the Don and the wide smile she would wear when people came to congratulate her. A smile that didn't reach her eyes. And how she took every chance she could get to leave the Don's side. Now, I wasn't a saint but I didn't exactly love the idea of tainting women and forcing them into marriages in the Cosa nostra, but it seemed to be all they could think of when it came to forging alliances. And knowing the Don for more than 10 years, he wasn't the nicest of men. Not that I cared in particular, I understood why her parents would agree. Fear. That was always the reason. The reason she locked eyes with her mother every five minutes and looked with disdain to her father anytime she got the chance. The hall was full of wedding guests, chattering and laughing, most from the different Cosa nostra families. Th

RafaelThe words of Alex echoed in my memory.Maybe a little maiming would indeed go a long way.But she didn't need to be hurt more. I knew that well, she wasn't just thinking right, I guess."Hey, hey hey" I said to the still thrashing woman. Enzo was still trying to hold her in place."Shhhhh" I said, hushing her as I inched closer to her and placed my finger on her lips. "No one's coming to save you" I looked into her eyes and they were full of anger and rage but for a split second, her eyes softened like on the day of the wedding."So you best behave". I finished.She inched her face closer to mine even when her hands were held at her back."Screw......you" she said in my face and in between clenched teeth. So close, I could feel every syllable of those words. She didn't at all sound like the calm and kind person I saw in those eyes.I stepped back, refusing any confrontation. It wouldn't be worth it."Call in" I said to Enzo, still looking at Elena"You gonna hold her?" Enzo ask

ElenaMy stomach began to grumble again. It was late afternoon and a while since I had eaten my breakfast. I stared out the window of my room and onto the garden. Guards were moving round the vast garden for as far as I could tell, like small black ants in a field of green.I stared at my door. I had to will myself to leave my room. 'Not like I was safer if I locked myself in my room forever.'I thought to myself, but the fear still crawled at the back of my mind.I finally caved in and left my room, heading to the kitchen again.I met Celine playing games on her phone. She immediately dropped it when she noticed my presence."Oh no that's fine", I said laughing at her reaction."Oh" she smiled back. "The boss wouldn't be happy if he saw me"."Well I'm not the boss"."Yeah I know". She gave a knowing nod."Well, I'm a bit hungry. I didn't quite finish my breakfast"."I noticed, did you not like it?" She asked concerned"Yes I liked it, it was perfect" I fidgeted. "I just lost my appe

Rafael The rage burned in my chest as I gripped the steering of my car, stepping on the accelerator harder and harder with each turn. I needed to get to the Don, and quickly. As I reached the entrance, the gates opened up, giving me access to the compound. Alex had returned earlier this morning and I needed to tell him everything. Entering the manor, I stalked my way to the study and found him sitting at his desk poring over some papers. The click of the door called his attention to me. "I have news", I said, walking up to the desk impatiently. Alex removed his lenses and looked up to meet my gaze. "Adalfieri's our man", Alex looked at me and arched his eyebrows, clearly confused and curious. I heaved out a sigh, then half sat on the table to explain. "I caught someone, involved with the second man I told you I couldn't recognize", I started and Alex nodded attentively. "His name was Ezekiel. Loras and Ezekiel were more like brothers than friends when they were in the Pol

Elena I turned around and slowly opened my eyes.Streams of light leaked in through the roughly covered window. I sat up, finding myself on the bed when I distinctly remembered falling asleep on the floor. 'Ugh, he thinks this will pacify me?' I said looking at the soft sheets. I lazily left the room, and strolled to the kitchen. My throat was craving a river to quench it's thirst. Upon reaching the kitchen, he was there...making breakfast. "Good morning" I said out of courtesy or at least that was what I told myself in the moment. After our fight last night, I really wanted to hear his voice. To hear him say something, or grumble or tell me to shut my mouth. But he didn't look like he was going to say anything to me today. "Good morning" he replied nonchalantly. I immediately froze up at his cold response, my hands twitching from anger. But I calmed myself down. We said nothing else to each other, like we were strangers who just found themselves in the same house. He finis