Massimo’s POV. I was in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had been lingering inside me. The atmosphere was tense, and I knew I was in for a rough ride soon. But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for the day ahead.Just as I was finishing up, Marco walked into my room. His presence was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing me. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice casual. I nodded, and he continued, "I just talked to Anastasya. She's doing well."My interest piqued, I turned to him. "How's your relationship with her been?" I asked, genuinely curious. Marco's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of tension beneath the surface. "It's okay," he replied. I wasn't convinced. Marco's tone seemed off, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between him and Anastasya. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, but my mind was racing wit
Ana’s POV. I was trying to catch a glimpse of what he was actually trying to do as he raised my legs up. I tried as much as possible to bear the pain from the doggy sex as he lashed so hard.“Come on, what’s happening? You’re not even moaning at all, this ain’t the real you, Ana, something’s wrong somewhere.” “Massimo, you’re the one on me and just take a look at the way you raised my legs. I’m so uncomfortable and from the way I see it, I don’t think you’re ready to reach orgasm anyway.” I replied. My face stern as I laid on the bed and backed him. I felt so frustrated that I was having unprotected sex with him and all he could do was complain that I wasn’t moaning? If he needed to hear a moan maybe he could go on a porn site and have himself full of it. I tried to relax myself and calm my nerves. Nothing more mattered to me than his ejaculation. He exhaled and sighed before spreading my legs angrily. His hands fastened on my left leg as I felt him thrust. He continued and this t
Massimo’s POVBeing intrigued by the meeting was my thing. I stood at the bar and tried to adjust the collar of my dress as I heard the phone on the bed ring out loud. I wasn’t hesitant to take the call since I knew what awaited me for the day. “Massimo,” I heard Isabel’s Voice as she called me downstairs. “What is the problem,” I replied as I quickly walked down to the window and peeped through to see the white Mercedes which was parked just in front of the gate. It was so surprising to see the flag and logo of the New York State boldly stamped on the bonnet. “Who the hell is that?” I inquired. Isabel’s voice turned shrill and I could feel the tension in me as she continued. My heart raced right away. “I think it has to be someone from the government house, maybe.” “And maybe that could be Baize, I was just trying to imagine the governor with me in the same room in the meeting and just now I’m seeing his party…” ‘Knock, Knock!’ That was the sound on my door. I tightened the lac
Ana’s POV.I sat in my room, staring at the fruits Martha had brought me. I usually love snacking on them, but today, I just couldn't seem to have an appetite. I picked up a slice of apple, but it felt heavy in my hand. I tried to take a bite, but the thought of eating made my stomach turn.I put the fruit down and stood up, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe some fresh air would help. I took a few steps, but my legs felt like jelly. I stumbled, and my hands started shaking. My face felt cold. I looked down at my hands, and they were trembling like leaves.‘What's wrong with me?’I thought. I'm not sick. I'm just stressed, maybe. But why am I feeling like this? I tried to take a few more steps, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I felt like I was going to collapse.‘Come on Ana, think.’ I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of what was happening. The recent killings and kidnappings had been weighing heavily on my mind. The tension between the Cosa Nostra and the other Mafia gro
Massimo’s POV. I sat behind my desk, my eyes locked on Domenico as I decided on the invitation from the counselor. I needed to know where he stood, whether he was with or against me. "Domenico, I want to make one thing clear," I said, my voice firm. "I need your loyalty. I need to know you're with me on this."Domenico nodded, his expression serious and sour. "Massimo, you know I'm with you. I've always been loyal to the family."I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. "Good. Because I have reasons to believe that there are those within our organization who would seek to undermine me. And I need to know that I can trust you."Domenico's face remained impassive, but I could see the hint of a question in his eyes. "What do you need to know, Massimo?" he asked.I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk. "I want to know about the recent shipment of drugs from the Mexicans. Have you received the records yet?" I asked. My voice is shrill and determined. I was so desperate for an inv
Massimo’s POV. My office was cold. The air conditioner was already turned on and had lasted for the past one hour. My phone was pressed to my ear as I wrapped up the call. Suddenly, Marco opened the door and whispered. "Massimo, you have a visitor." I raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the interruption. Marco had accompanied me to work today since Rome was still recovering.I quickly ended the call and shook my head in an awkward gesture towards Marco. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation.Marco looked apologetic. "Sorry, boss. But I think this visitor is important. He attended the DLC meeting last year and had a significant impact on our discussions."My curiosity piqued, I leaned back in my chair. "What's so special about him?" I asked.Marco's expression turned serious. "I think you should meet him, boss. He might be able to help us with some... issues we're facing."I nodded, intrigued. "Alright, bring him in."Marco nodded and stepped out of the room. I took a s
Massimo’s POV. I sat in my office, the dim light casting weird shadows on the walls. I held a glass of whisky, watching the liquid swirl around. My mind was stuck on the deal with Adolphus and the CNC. And then there was Rosalia, my ex. The thought of working with her made me super uncomfortable. I took a sip of the whisky, feeling it burn my throat. I needed a plan to get out of this deal or limit her involvement. But every idea I came up with seemed flawed.Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a knock on the door. My instincts immediately went on high alert, and I turned towards the door, my eyes narrowing. ‘Who could it be?’ I wasn't expecting anyone.The door opened, and a figure stepped in. I relaxed slightly as I saw it was Rome. My tension eased, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me."Rome!" I exclaimed, setting my glass down and staring at him. We embraced and a warm smile spread across my face."How are you?" I asked, stepping back to examine him.Rome smiled, his ey
Anastasya's POV. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, from the elaborate updo my hair was styled in, to the white lace dress I was currently wearing. A bride was usually happy on her wedding day, but I was unable to conjure up any feelings of joy or elation whatsoever. It was hard to feel any happiness when one was being forced to marry against their will, like I was. Even worse, being married to a man I had never met, one who's ruthlessness preceded him, the don of the Italian cosa nostra in New York City. But this marriage was necessary to secure an alliance between my family and the Italian mafia. As the daughter of the Pakhan of the Russian bratva, I always knew I would end up in an arranged marriage. I just never expected it to be a monster.I took a deep breath, right before I was distracted by a loud knock on the door. “It's time, Stasya. Let's go.” My father's gruff voice called out from the other side of the door. I picked up the bouquet of white flowers resting on th
Massimo’s POV. I sat in my office, the dim light casting weird shadows on the walls. I held a glass of whisky, watching the liquid swirl around. My mind was stuck on the deal with Adolphus and the CNC. And then there was Rosalia, my ex. The thought of working with her made me super uncomfortable. I took a sip of the whisky, feeling it burn my throat. I needed a plan to get out of this deal or limit her involvement. But every idea I came up with seemed flawed.Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a knock on the door. My instincts immediately went on high alert, and I turned towards the door, my eyes narrowing. ‘Who could it be?’ I wasn't expecting anyone.The door opened, and a figure stepped in. I relaxed slightly as I saw it was Rome. My tension eased, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me."Rome!" I exclaimed, setting my glass down and staring at him. We embraced and a warm smile spread across my face."How are you?" I asked, stepping back to examine him.Rome smiled, his ey
Massimo’s POV. My office was cold. The air conditioner was already turned on and had lasted for the past one hour. My phone was pressed to my ear as I wrapped up the call. Suddenly, Marco opened the door and whispered. "Massimo, you have a visitor." I raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the interruption. Marco had accompanied me to work today since Rome was still recovering.I quickly ended the call and shook my head in an awkward gesture towards Marco. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation.Marco looked apologetic. "Sorry, boss. But I think this visitor is important. He attended the DLC meeting last year and had a significant impact on our discussions."My curiosity piqued, I leaned back in my chair. "What's so special about him?" I asked.Marco's expression turned serious. "I think you should meet him, boss. He might be able to help us with some... issues we're facing."I nodded, intrigued. "Alright, bring him in."Marco nodded and stepped out of the room. I took a s
Massimo’s POV. I sat behind my desk, my eyes locked on Domenico as I decided on the invitation from the counselor. I needed to know where he stood, whether he was with or against me. "Domenico, I want to make one thing clear," I said, my voice firm. "I need your loyalty. I need to know you're with me on this."Domenico nodded, his expression serious and sour. "Massimo, you know I'm with you. I've always been loyal to the family."I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. "Good. Because I have reasons to believe that there are those within our organization who would seek to undermine me. And I need to know that I can trust you."Domenico's face remained impassive, but I could see the hint of a question in his eyes. "What do you need to know, Massimo?" he asked.I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk. "I want to know about the recent shipment of drugs from the Mexicans. Have you received the records yet?" I asked. My voice is shrill and determined. I was so desperate for an inv
Ana’s POV.I sat in my room, staring at the fruits Martha had brought me. I usually love snacking on them, but today, I just couldn't seem to have an appetite. I picked up a slice of apple, but it felt heavy in my hand. I tried to take a bite, but the thought of eating made my stomach turn.I put the fruit down and stood up, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe some fresh air would help. I took a few steps, but my legs felt like jelly. I stumbled, and my hands started shaking. My face felt cold. I looked down at my hands, and they were trembling like leaves.‘What's wrong with me?’I thought. I'm not sick. I'm just stressed, maybe. But why am I feeling like this? I tried to take a few more steps, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I felt like I was going to collapse.‘Come on Ana, think.’ I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of what was happening. The recent killings and kidnappings had been weighing heavily on my mind. The tension between the Cosa Nostra and the other Mafia gro
Massimo’s POVBeing intrigued by the meeting was my thing. I stood at the bar and tried to adjust the collar of my dress as I heard the phone on the bed ring out loud. I wasn’t hesitant to take the call since I knew what awaited me for the day. “Massimo,” I heard Isabel’s Voice as she called me downstairs. “What is the problem,” I replied as I quickly walked down to the window and peeped through to see the white Mercedes which was parked just in front of the gate. It was so surprising to see the flag and logo of the New York State boldly stamped on the bonnet. “Who the hell is that?” I inquired. Isabel’s voice turned shrill and I could feel the tension in me as she continued. My heart raced right away. “I think it has to be someone from the government house, maybe.” “And maybe that could be Baize, I was just trying to imagine the governor with me in the same room in the meeting and just now I’m seeing his party…” ‘Knock, Knock!’ That was the sound on my door. I tightened the lac
Ana’s POV. I was trying to catch a glimpse of what he was actually trying to do as he raised my legs up. I tried as much as possible to bear the pain from the doggy sex as he lashed so hard.“Come on, what’s happening? You’re not even moaning at all, this ain’t the real you, Ana, something’s wrong somewhere.” “Massimo, you’re the one on me and just take a look at the way you raised my legs. I’m so uncomfortable and from the way I see it, I don’t think you’re ready to reach orgasm anyway.” I replied. My face stern as I laid on the bed and backed him. I felt so frustrated that I was having unprotected sex with him and all he could do was complain that I wasn’t moaning? If he needed to hear a moan maybe he could go on a porn site and have himself full of it. I tried to relax myself and calm my nerves. Nothing more mattered to me than his ejaculation. He exhaled and sighed before spreading my legs angrily. His hands fastened on my left leg as I felt him thrust. He continued and this t
Massimo’s POV. I was in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had been lingering inside me. The atmosphere was tense, and I knew I was in for a rough ride soon. But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for the day ahead.Just as I was finishing up, Marco walked into my room. His presence was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing me. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice casual. I nodded, and he continued, "I just talked to Anastasya. She's doing well."My interest piqued, I turned to him. "How's your relationship with her been?" I asked, genuinely curious. Marco's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of tension beneath the surface. "It's okay," he replied. I wasn't convinced. Marco's tone seemed off, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between him and Anastasya. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, but my mind was racing wit
Massimo’s POV I stood on my balcony, sipping my tea and gazing out at the city below. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings. I felt a sense of calm over me as I breathed in the evening air. Just as I was getting lost in thought, Rome walked and stood beside me."The flowers are ready," he said, his voice low and serious. I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Those flowers weren't ordinary flowers. They were a part of my business, a means I used to traffic drugs around the country. I didn't have a retail outlet, but a network of people who helped us move our product.I took one last sip of my tea and set the cup down. "I'll be downstairs with them in a minute," I told Rome. He nodded and turned to leave, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.As he walked away, I muttered to myself, thinking about all the things I'd been through. The struggles, the fights, the losses. But I'd always come out on top.I built this busines
Massimo’s POV. My eyes scanned the surroundings, and they landed on Vanesa and Marco standing by the garage. My gaze locked onto Vanesa's, and I could see the mix of emotions on her face. But as I took in the scene. The bruise on Marco's cheekbone was a stark reminder of the incident that had taken place. I walked towards them, my strides long and purposeful. Vanesa's face lit up with joy, and she ran towards me, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Massimo!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. I hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Marco approached us, and we shook hands, his eyes acknowledging the tension between us.As I held Vanesa, I glanced over her shoulder and saw my Ana standing at the door of the building, a smile spreading across her face. "Ana?" I said. My eyes never left my wife's. Vanesa chuckled and stepped aside, allowing my wife to run towards me. She jumped into my arms, and I caught her, spinning her around in a circle. Tear