LOGINVioletta Calla stands next to me as we wait for our order. She’s on edge as she nervously plays with the black stethoscope around her neck. Her celine blue scrubs hide her coca cola shape figure as well as her nice sized breasts. I’ve been watching Violetta from an affair for years. Her father said she was to be my wife, and I want her to be my wife. I wanted to claim her when her father died but the DeLuca’s claimed her first. War isn’t something I wanted to start. Besides, she was only fourteen at the time and I was already eighteen. I figured it was best to let her be with them until I could reclaim her as mine.
Violetta going off on her own was a good thing. However, it was clear she was on a mission to separate herself from the mafia underworld. Nico gave her that space so I decided to respect it as well. I’ve been waiting for the right chance to approach and now it’s time to make my move. “You can relax, Violetta . I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.” I inform her.
“Fine, we get our food and go find a seat. You have ten minutes to convince me to keep speaking with you.” She firmly demands.
“Agree to your terms.” I reply.
Our order is called, and Violetta quickly walks over to grab her drink and food. Her ponytail bounces behind her. Violetta has beautiful wavey hazelnut brown hair that goes to her mid back, but she keeps it pulled back for work which I understand given her occupation. I follow suit in grabbing my part of our order and follow her to a secluded corner of the seating area for people to eat their purchased goods. We are sitting across from one another. I gaze into Violetta’s hazel eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even know it.
“Okay, ten minutes. Go.” Violetta says as she sips her mocha. The dark circles under her eyes indicate she’s over her shift. She usually is on the last day of her rotation.
“Look, I know I’m crashing your life, but you know you don’t have true freedom. I don’t know what Nico has planned for you, but I can tell you what I’d offer you if you decided to be my wife.” I propose, trying to gain her curiosity.
“You mafia, alpha males never let women have freedom. I’m not stupid. I know Nico is watching me. I’m sure he’s manipulated me from a far in ways I don’t even know.” She answers, taking a bite out of her breakfast sandwich.
“He got you this job.” I inform her.
“Of course he did. Why am I not surprised? So what do you want, Anthony? You want to come with you. Trust you? I don’t know you. I’m not even sure I can say I know Nico anymore either.My goal is to live separate from the mafia.” She firmly states.
“I know that asking you to trust me is a lot. It’s not fair that your father promised you to two different men. You don’t have a say, but I will give you a say. Can you tell me that Nico will offer you the same. To be his equal at his side?”
“I don’t know because I have seen him in five years. I haven’t spoken to him in years. Yes, my father has promised me to you and Nico without my knowledge or thoughts. You are here to collect just as Nico will eventually come to collect. The fact that you are here means Nico is planning to crash me solo party. You wanted to beat him to plead your case to me.” Violetta surmises. She is not stupid that’s for sure. She’s observant as hell. I’m honestly impressed right now that she pieced all that together so quickly.
“You would be correct. We both want to claim you, but ultimately you would have to choose. Unfortunately, if you don’t pick, Nico will force you back with him and I won’t be able to help you then.” I inform her.
“Why are you even fighting with Nico over me? I bet that’s what my dad wanted. I’m sure he planned to be alive when he finally would have you two fighting over me so he could strike. Much like I imagine the other underworld families are on to as well. I want to escape the underworld not be dragged back into it.” She keeps her stance. I figured she would
“You’re right, maybe we shouldn’t be fighting over you. You know you can’t escape the underworld. Not the way you truly want. Look, I’m trying to offer you a level of freedom to have your own life. Something you aren’t sure you can say about Nico.” I try to reason with her. “Think about it that’s all I’m asking you to do, and to take this.” I slide the burner phone to her.
Violetta takes the phone and quickly sticks it in her scrub shirt pocket. “Be honest, you stalked me as away to get to know me.l.” She firmly states as her eyes harden at me in disapproval.
I chuckle. “Sorry, Little Violet, I had to make sure you were safe. I wasn’t sure if the DeLuca’s were watching properly or not. Mario had many enemies, Little Violet. You need protection even when you don’t realize it. Just think about what I had to say and where you want to end up because at the end of the day you know you are going back to the underworld.”
I don’t want to push her too hard. I know I’m a stranger to her. I know I’m giving her something tough to think about. I also just broke her very blissful bubble. There’s also the fact that she is at work and I totally crashed her break. Leaving her is harder than I expected. I wanted to reach out and hold her hand or touch her in some way. There’s a connection between us or maybe I just want her to want me. I want someone to accept me.
I’m Don my family now but that only happened after I killed my father and made it look like natural causes. My mother was out of my life early on. My dad says she ran off with some soldier that worked the streets for my father. Do I believe him? Not one bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is dead and he killed her. Even when my mom was around she wanted nothing to do with me. She never wanted to be a mom, but she needed to give my father an heir and she got lucky that I was a boy on the first try. I’ve never had much acceptance from the people close to me. My soldiers and everyone who works for me accepts me, but they have to because they don’t want to end up dead. In my personal life Lorenzo is my best friend and second in command. Other than that I have no one. Perhaps that’s why I stalked Violetta in the first place. I wanted to feel connected to her. I can only hope she will give me a chance.
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