All Chapters of When A Mafia Loves: Becoming Salvatore’s : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

SALVATORE It’s been two days since our marriage. Still, I haven’t touched my wife. Why is that the only thing on my mind in the middle of a meeting? “ Are you even paying attention to this, Salvatore? The Outfit are threatening to start a war. Again. The same war we tried to put to an end using your marriage to Alessia as the white flag.” Zakai has been repeating these same words over and over in the last thirty minutes of this meeting. Cesare sat undisturbed in my armchair, legs crossed and eyes glued to some photo. No doubt that of a woman. Whoever this new chick was, I felt so sorry for her. “ I already know this, Kai. It was me who received their message, wasn’t it?”I had been standing, taking in the view of the city from my office. Before I said another word, I turned to face them. “ If Giuseppe wants war, war he shall get. I can always paint the white flag red.” This obviously was not the reponse Zakai had been hoping for. Kai was many things; my adviser,

ALESSIA It had only been a few days yet I was tired of being a stay-at-home wife. The men went to work always and even if they didn’t, they all had their own houses to go back to. So I decided to go out tonight. Probably check out some new restaurants. I informed old Martha of my plans and she made sure I was ready in no time. She insisted I visited a night club instead. Vignette. I had always heard about it but my father would never let me leave the house let alone go to a night club. Vignette. The name rang a bell. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. “ Signora, a restaurant won’t do. You should go to a club. There’s one you’d like… Vignette. Sinful and exclusive. Shh, no complaints. She’ll help you get ready.” That was all she said before she handed me to a younger girl who was solely in charge of picking the right outfit for tonight. “ What do you think about this?” I asked the young girl who shook her head in both disbelief and horror. I had insisted she

SALVATORE I could tolerate so many things. Things like being tied to one woman in the name of being married. Other things like having my wife dance with a stranger to get back at me. But there’s one thing I wouldn’t tolerate. Might be up to three but this one tops it all. Having a drunk woman or just any woman at all spoil my reputation. Soiling the name I had worked so hard for. I be damned if I let that happen. “ Up you go. I’m taking you home. That’s enough fun for the night.”Martha set this up. She knew I’d be here. She wanted Alessia to find out about Tess. I would deal with that later but for now, I have to get my drunk wife home. “ Don’t touch me, you little cheat.”Okay, that hurts. “ Listen, forget whatever you saw. This marriage? You know it’s..” I was talking in hushed tones just loud enough for her to hear but I couldn’t say what I’m about to in a club full of people so I take the mic from her and order the crowd to go home without mincing words. “ I and my wif