Chapter Fifty Eight

It was their law, that a woman had no choice once a Don, especially the Grand Don's Son took a wife she was his property to do with as he wished. Trina had seen some of the women married to the other Dons they were little more than pretty appendages. They had to look immaculate at all times, when they were pregnant they were forbidden to go out and forced to stay in their villas until after the birth. The Don would then indulge himself with any of the young pretty women in his Mafia ‘family’. None of the women had any choices, if the Don wanted you he had you, many of the younger females were not virgins when they married, it was the Don's privilege to take it and very few declined.

Trembling with fear she picked up her phone and moved to the bathroom locking the door she turned on the shower and sat on the toilet seat leaning her head against the cool tiles and pressed his number,

‘Hey pretty girl, how are you?’

Anthony’s cheerful voice almost broke her,

‘He is arranging our wedding’