No Longer Your Perfect Tool
The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak.
We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat...
His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away.
Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love.
Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day.
The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride.
I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending.
But I was wrong. So terribly wrong.
The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned:
"So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?"
Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a hot little viper in bed."
The room erupted in sleazy whistles. "So, you really gonna marry her, young boss?"
"Are you kidding me?" Enzo scoffed. "Vivian's just a warm-up. Once I get some practice in, I'll go tame the Falcone ice princess. When I get bored, I can always circle back and put a ring on her."
I stood frozen in the doorway, my vision blurring, the coffee cup trembling in my hand.
Before the world faded to black, I sent a coded message to the Don: "Uncle Romano, for the promotion in three days, get me a transfer. As far away from Enzo as possible."