When A Mafia Loves: Becoming Salvatore’s

The quiet wedding hall was filled with pitiful faces. Distant aunts and uncles, cousins, and distant family relatives who I barely met were all present to grace my death sentence. Barely forty eight hours of my return and I was already getting sold to a stranger I had never seen. With knots tying up my stomach, I kinda wished it was Matteo I was getting married to. At least I knew the type of devil I was dealing with. Be careful what you wish for Alessia, but I know what I wish for. A quick glance around the room gave away what I needed to know. It was a wedding ceremony and despite being a forced union, it would have been a joyful occasion but what was with the burial looks? My relatives looked as though they were mourning my death. I wasn’t dead yet but I’d soon be. They gawked at me like it was the last time they were going to see my corpse before they closed the casket on me. As I walked by in the breath snatching dress mother had chosen for the occasion, I heard them wh

ALESSIA My mask was off, now the world could see through me. They’d know I was not as strong as I claimed to be. The guests all seated, waiting patiently for our union. This wedding would benefit each and every single person present here, everyone but me. I’d give anything to get away from this. Anything at all. The officiant had said a lot in the last four minutes, but not a single word did I hear. Just when I was starting to get bored, he asked very loudly if I was willing to take Salvatore as my lawfully wedded husband. My parents watched anxiously from their seats. So did everyone present. Everyone who knew what this union would result to. “No. I do not accept Salvatore as my husband.”The crowd gasped in disbelief. Who would have thought I’d say such a thing? My father’s jaw was this close to hitting the floor. I just blew their peace treaty. Shattered it in fact. For someone who just got rejected publicly before hundreds of people, he seeme

ALESSIA He didn’t look at me throughout the ride home, neither did he say a word. Was he mad at me? Or at my father for the mess he had pushed us into ? Speaking of father, I still didn’t get to catch a glimpse of him. Mother and aunt Lucretia had ran out when Cesare led Salvatore away. They had come to say their goodbyes, ignoring the half dead man whose father gave my father the position he held today. I needed no seer to tell me that war was coming. But this time, it might be the Outfit against the Outfit, Giuseppe against Russo. Serves my father right. “Here, have some water, Alessia.” He handed the bottle to me with a warm smile on his pretty face. If I hadn’t seen him kill two men a while ago, I’d have concluded he was the most nicest in the Berlusconi family. But indeed he was, but he was also the most vicious. The Viper as people call him. He no doubt is living up to his name. “ Thank you Cesare,” I nod in appreciation. It was just what I needed aft

SALVATORE She looks pretty when she acts shy. Too pretty. I can see her cheeks burn red. More red than the tomatoes Sally picked from the garden this morning. “ You knew they were still here.”That was the first thing she said when Zakai and Cesare left. Of course I knew, I wanted to rub it in their face that were still bachelors and wouldn’t understand what it felt like to have a wife. “ We put on a good show for them, wife. Something to keep them talking for days, don’t you think?” She glared at me, her cheeks still red from embarrassment. Shoving me aside, she ran up the stairs. Was she too shy to look me in the eye. Oh cute, little thing. “ Why don’t you lead the way to our room, husband.” She shot back at me, barely making eye contact. I skipped a few stairs, and caught up with her. The dress she was wearing was making it a bit difficult for her to go up the stairs. “ Why don’t I assist you a bit.” I had forgotten she was still wearing tho

ALESSIA “ What are you doing?”Salvatore’s hand traveled far up my thighs, the transparent thin material giving more access. He didn’t reply. Instead his other hand yanked me closer. His heart racing wildly as he stared at me. “ What else do you think I’m doing? Claiming you.” As he spoke, his fingers brushed my collarbone. Slowly making their way to my chest before I pushed him off me aggressively. How come even I didn’t know I had such strength? “ You.. stay the fuck away from me. I never wanted this. I’m only doing this because it’s my father’s wish.” He smiles, like a maniac. Oh lord. Salvatore hops back on bed and makes right for me. “ I don’t care, Amore,” he says, eyes locked on my lips. “ But, I don’t half-claim things. When I take, I keep. And I ruin. In the worst way, Amore.” I shiver slightly. This wasn’t a threat, he meant every single thing he said. “ You think you scare me?” I whisper, even as my voice trembled.He was too close to me for