THE MAFIA’S SAINT

THE PROLOGUE.

How does a nun end up behind the lens with her nakedness out for the whole world to see?

That’s was the question on everyone’s lips. In my tale, when a nun like myself goes out hunting for passion, Do not think that I was kidnapped, or maybe I owed him something, or, that I didn’t know what he was…. No… instead, I went to him.

I carried my woolen robes in my two hands with my holy veil on my head and went to him. I shouldn’t have but I did.

The scented candles, burnt wax and fresh flowers filled my nostrils as I knelt down in front of the holy alter, as I prayed yet dirty thoughts lingered on my mind.

After he’d been inside of me multiple times, or after he’d called me all those sweet names, “ little nun” “ little bird” “ my doll” and left me melting, I’d loved how it sounded. I grew fond of them that I yearned to be addressed as such for the rest of my little pathetic life.

I blushed every time I’d remember him calling me those cheesy names, I couldn’t mutter a single prayer without feeling a tingling sensation between my legs.

Mostly last night after we’d lain together in each other’s nakedness.

“ Nun, I do not know why but I do not want this moment to end, I want it to last forever.” He’d whispered to my ear, his warm breath grazed my earlobe which sent shivers through my spine while I curled up on his broad chest and traced his tattoos.

I chuckled after he’d said those words, butterflies grew inside of me, he then leaned to my forehead and planted a kiss, one that should have been on my lips, but I’d had too many of those in that night.

“ Or maybe, we could disappear together, and wake up each day, like this, curled up in each other’s arms, because I seriously can not leave without you,” he continued, every word, he’d spoken with such intensity like he meant it. Oh in that moment, it was such sweet great melody to my ears.

“Would you want that little nun?” He’d asked over my forehead, I quickly nodded.

“Tomorrow, at noon, let’s disappear together.” He’d said, I did not quite understand the whole meaning of disappearing . It was something I never thought of doing, when I quickly thought about it, it irked me in a certain way. I’d vowed to be for the Lord.

Yet here I was spreading legs with the most sinful man I have ever known , I quickly sat up, while lost in thought, I did not think I could do it.

He sat up, next to me, he held my chin in his sinful hands, the cold metal rings around his fingers touched my skin and almost jolted me out of his touch.

He turned my face, until our eyes met, he whispered.

“ Little nun, are you okay?” His ice cold grey eyes searched my face, worry was evident in his face.

“I vowed Dante, to the Lord and him alone, I love you, that I surely do, but I do not know if you feel the same .” I explained, considering he’d never told me how he felt. I longed to hear him tell me.

“ What if we ran as you say and then you realize that I wasn’t what you need…” before the whole sentence came out of my mouth.

“Shush,” he placed his soft finger on my lips, he rubbed my lips, I squirmed to his touch.

“ I want you, in my forever, as my little wife, marry me, little nun, for I love you greatly, I fear I love you more than I have ever loved anyone ,” he’d whispered in my ear, each word threaded with such great passion, his eyes locked with mine, I’d never thought that a nun like myself would be asked certain questions but mostly this type of question.

Forever with him, is all I could think about and wanted so badly, I know that a nun like me should never have had those thoughts but I couldn’t help myself.

I accepted, to be Dante Moritto’s little wife.

That is a vivid memory I want to keep forever, I wanted to tell all the nuns about him, and how we were getting married, yet it was deemed unacceptable.

I smiled as I knelt down, I looked at the clock, only a few minutes were left for me to be his forever.

“ Sister Lucy, mother Superior would like to see you,” a female familiar voice came from behind me.

My heart raced immediately after I’d heard about the mother superior, had she noticed, what had I done, but considering that I was her and the bishop’s assistant all my life , she’d raised me since I was a kid, made me think it was a reason to do with that.

I slowly got up, walked behind her to the mother superior’s office, on the way, I met nuns like myself, I bowed to them to greet them , instead they spat and cussed.

Weird, I thought, but the two were always in the most unpleasant mood.

I could feel the muffled conversation in the office, I stepped inside, the bishop, stood above the mother superior with his eyes glued to the iPad in mother superior’s hands.

His grey hair scattered thinly on his rather balding head, his wrinkled face couldn’t hide the veins that protruded over his forehead like he’d been holding his breath.

Mother Superior sat behind her mahogany desk, a veil covered her head, clean, ironed, perfect in the eyes of the Lord. They sat there silently, the sound that came from the iPad, was quiet familiar.

“Tell me little nun, do you like how I fxxck you?” The familiar voice asked on the iPad. The familiar voice moaned

“ Say it,” he’d demanded.

“ I like how you fxxck me,” I moaned as he groaned over me, I knew both voices. I remembered the day just like yesterday.

“Swear, nun, with your name on it,” he’d groaned above me.

“ I, Lucy West, swear that I like how you fxxck me,” I heard the part play.

“ Good,” he’d groaned. My face instantly turned red as mother superior played back the part where my name was over and over again.

I immediately wished it was a bad dream, it wasn’t one.

The whole room around me started spinning, a thousand tiny questions ran through my head , my heart pounded loudly against my rib cage. My throat dried. Mother Superior slid the tablet over to me, with trembling hands I took it, I played it, it was a video of me, my face, my nakedness, the veil still on my head in the video.

His face wasn’t, except his lower body was, my whole body became too weak, my legs were too weak to support my heavy weight body, I staggered as I held the table to support me. World net p**n. I’d been tagged in the video, air almost left my body when I looked at the number of views,

Fifteen million.

I quickly placed the tablet back on the table, I swallowed heard, a knot formed in my stomach. He did not post it, I told myself.

She then stared at the muted television in her office, she un muted it.

“ Right now, Dante Moritto’s car is pulling up, let’s ask him some questions, because everyone is wondering about the leakage of his sex tape,” the reporter ran towards his familiar car, g-wagon, we’d made love in it several times.

“Sir, sir , sir.” She called Dante as he drove by, he stopped, slowly turned down the window.

“ What do you have to say about the sex tape?” She asked, Dante pulled the mic from her. The camera man zoomed him as his looked straight in the camera.

“Hope you like it , little nun,” then he chuckled mischievously, I felt my heart shatter in a thousand tiny pieces. Tears welled up in my eyes. I dared not to look at the screen anymore. I sobbed while clutching my aching chest.

“ For forty years I have been, behind these walls, twenty years, I have raised you after you had been saved from the cold doorstep that your own birth mother had dumped you,”

“ I took you in, and raised you, just like all the nuns in here, I was proud of how stone hard your faith was, yet I had never seen any girl crumble to the devil like you , Lucy,” she continued.

“I named you, loved you yet you chose to dishonor our sanctity in such a manner,” I say nothing but wail loudly.

She sighs loudly as she pulls off her glasses and rubs her eyes.

she cleared her throat.

“ You are hereby excommunicated from the church, leave as you came, leave all our belongings in the yard, go, but let me hope that the Lord won’t take his hand from you.” She said as I continued to wail loudly.