Chapter 13

DANTE

Marriage was never on my radar; I viewed it as a potential distraction and a vulnerability for enemies. I saw it as a fucking cage. However, circumstances forced my hand, compelling me to secure my position as the needed Capo of the outfit. Every move in the outfit was strategic, including my marriage to Salvatore’s naive daughter.

Her beauty, strikingly different from her father’s, intrigued me. It was even more enticing that she was naive, and I was told she was a virgin. This fact sealed the deal when Father presented it to me. The idea of marrying a woman untouched by another man resonated with me deeply.

Meeting her for the first time, I noticed the fear in her eyes, and strangely, it pleased me. The chaos of the wedding faded, leaving us alone in the room. Her presence, adorned in lingerie, stirred a rare arousal in me. I usually maintained control, but there was something about her that broke through my defenses.

The room hung with anticipation as she lay on the bed, avoi