All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alessandra I'm slipping into my clothes while Enzo talks to someone on the phone, I take my time with it, eavesdropping like I should be. Just because I'm getting habituated to tolerating him, potentially liking him as a person doesn't mean I can wrong Father. My job is to spy on Enzo, feed information I learn to my Father and not fuck him, as enjoyable as I find that bit, I must stay loyal to him. Enzo likes me because he doesn't know what I'm capable of, I also know he would not hesitate to kill me the second he finds out so I might as well do what I'm here for. “We move the shipment through Genoa, disguised as construction materials. Cement, steel rods, whatever shit you can get your hands on quickly.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the phone. I watch the closet like I'm undecided, huffing in frustration. “Yes, that's fine too. Ensure the real cargo is hidden in the cores.” I smile to myself, already knowing the shipment itself, heroin with a purity so high that it

Enzo I've spent five wonderful days with Alessandra, or should I say feeding my fixation with her. It was hard at first to get her to open up to me but with each passing day I spent with her she's gotten more comfortable and trusts the seriousness of our Union. I can't be the Capo dei Capi with a divorced wife or second wife, nobody will trust my abilities when I lack the one to keep a woman under control, especially one that requires less to maintain. Choosing her was a smart decision, she's not annoying or bothersome like the other twin, she prompted me on several occasions to take calls from the Dons, the other capos, my men and Alessio but I needed to devote a few days to her, because I won't have that time soon. Marrying her is merely step one. I need to convince my grandmother that I'm ready to take over, happy wife, happy underlings, smooth businesses and satisfied members of la familia. Our flight landed a few minutes ago, and we took an early flight back home, but I'v

Lina giggles, “You're making my brother mad.” Now my smile falls, veering back to Lina. “Your brother?” I frown, my gaze shifting between the two of them. Enzo has an eyebrow raised, undoubtedly wondering who I thought she was when I saw her. “Sometimes,” Lina shrugs. But that's impossible, this is a little girl, and I know all of his sisters, I thought I did. Nothing I dug for told me about her, and his parents are too old, maybe she's adopted. “What is your name?” she nods at me. My lips part but before I can say a word, Enzo beats me to it. “Brother Enzo's wife.” “That's a weird name,” her lips curl up in disgust. He is messing with her and the poor girl believes it. “Hmm, do you have another name? Can I give you another name?” “I do have another name, and I'll tell you if you forgive us for not inviting you to our wedding.” She pause

“Let us just leave now.” he groans, holding me so close that I can feel how hard he is. “You're ruining your reputation.” I hear Alessio say, just like Enzo he doesn't make a sound when he draws near. “Big bad Enzo can't be this clingy.” Enzo kisses my forehead and I take it as my cue to leave, waving at Alessio who takes my place, trying to hug Enzo. I go to where his mother stands, to offer my help with slicing the fruit but when I look back at Enzo and Alessio, I see my husband swing his fist at Alessio. “Don't worry, Sasha.” his older sister, Isabella laughs. “That's just how those two interact.” Taking a seat, I frown. Who the hell interacts like this, then again I remember Alessio did mention Enzi beating him up. Hmm.I don't know if this family is trul strange, or perhaps my perception of what family is has been altered by my own fucked up family. “What you're seeing is very mild compared to how they usually are. They will beat each other til the other bleeds out or pa

Instantly, I believe him because even though it's merely been weeks, I can't imagine life differently—I can but I loathe every second of it. I'm glad Sofia fell for the enemy, even more glad when he kisses me. His hand against my cheek is gentle, the need with which we kiss each other like long-lost lovers sends electric sensations all over my body. I get it now, kissing Enzo is an art I never want to lose touch in, I can't seem to get enough of him, his tongue. My husband tastes like every dark thought I've ever had and he's slowly yet surely unsure I'm addicted to every part of him. “Oh, Sasha.” he groans, his hand finding its way underneath my dress, moving it up in the process. I feel weak in the knees, but thankfully Enzo has a strong hold on me. With one hand he lifts me off the floor and moves us to our bed. I miss his touch the second he gently lays me on the mattress, hastily taking his jacket off.