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— DIO HOLY! MORE GELATO ?I ignored Giulio when I accepted my pistachio ice cream. — Thank you. He's paying,” I jabbed my thumb in Giulio's direction, a bit of revenge for mocking me.Giulio handed some bills to one of the guards and took out his wallet. — I've never seen such a tiny creature eat so much. Where does this go?— For my boobs and ass, obviously.I lifted my ice cream and took a selfie, then posted it on my social media. Gia and Emma commented on my photos all day, and I was so happy to connect—even virtually—with my sisters. Giulio refused to be in any of my photos, saying it wasn't a good idea for him to be seen online. I wasn't sure if it was because of the Italian police or his boyfriend. Whatever the reason, I respected his wishes.— Where are we going now, G? — I licked the creamy excess off the spoon. — I don't know how many more dresses and shoes I can buy. — We'll turn the corner next. You will see.A man riding a sleek, compact motorcycle passed us. — Do you thi
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FrancescaTODAY WAS PERFECT . Before shopping, Giulio took me to see the Colosseum, the Papal Basilica and the Trevi Fountain. But more than the tourist sites, he showed me his favorite places - the charming side streets and gardens, the fruit stands and cafes. It was better than any tour I could have asked for.— You come here a lot, don't you? — I asked as we walked.- As much as I can. It's easier here than in Siderno.Here we can mingle.—But you still have to be careful.— Yes. My father's reach is vast and our enemies are everywhere. There is no truly safe place for me.— Sorry, G.— Things are changing, slowly. Maybe the next generation of our brotherhood won't judge a man by his preferences.I doubted it, but I didn't say it. Progress in the mafia never equaled progress in the real world. From what I had seen, the mafia was still stuck in the 19th century.Giulio pointed to a four-story cream stone building with black shutters on every window. A bakery occupied the ground floo
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FaustI CARRIED her under the stairs to the apartment.Although the heels made her legs look long and sexy, they wouldn't allow her to rush up the steps. And I needed to hurry. My dick was hard from the second she walked into that courtyard, her body draped in red. Cazzo, she should always wear red.My men went to the apartments downstairs while I continued to the top. After opening the door, I put her on her heels and grabbed the ends of the ties holding her dress together, pulling them to unwrap them. This was the best gift I ever received.“Wait,” she said, calming my hands. — Go sit on the couch.Impatient but willing to satisfy her, I threw myself onto the couch, spreading my legs to ease the pain in my balls.Francesca smiled at me as she slowly untied the dress she was wearing. My hands balled into fists on the back of the couch.— I'm not sure teasing me is a wise idea.She turned away from me as the dress fell off her shoulders. I could see the red straps and my mouth watered
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FrancescaI couldn't move. I sprawled on top of Faust, my muscles quivering like jelly. This had been the best and most intense sex of my life. It was like he knew what I wanted better than I did.You like it tough and cruel, just like me.Yes, I suppose so.It was more than that, however. It was Faust. He turned me inside out, made me do and say things I would never have done otherwise. So he rewarded me in return. There were no losers, because I drove him crazy too.His hand swept down my back, removing the ruined bodice. I smiled against his chest. — You weren't kidding when you said to buy four of these.— I ordered him to buy five, but Giulio said the store only had three in stock. So the others are being sent to the castle.I winked at him. — Did you make Giulio order more lingerie for me?- It is clear. Do you think this embarrasses me? — He snorted, his lips curving. — My son knows we're having sex, Francesca.— Maybe this embarrasses me, you big guy.He gave me a quick kiss o
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FrancescaTRUE TO HIS WORD , he pushed me awake, the strong smell of coffee filling the room.— Bellissima, you can't sleep all day.God, that sexy, accented voice. He could make a killing as an audio book narrator. — How did you wake up already? — I struggled to open my eyelids.— I've been awake for three hours while you lie in bed, neglecting your duties.—And what duties would those be?He squeezed one of my buttocks. — Presenting me that ass to fuck.I got up on the bed, not caring that I was completely naked. He was on the mattress next to me, smiling. — No, Fausto. You promised. Remember? I promise you.—And what did you promise me in return?I didn't mean that. I pressed my lips together, hoping he would forget.—Do I need to hit you to make you say that again? Alora. — He motioned with his hands for me to get up.— No, no, no. — I didn't want him near my ass. — Okay. I said it was yours.Reaching out, he stroked my jaw with his knuckles. —And as such, you will trust me to tak
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FaustAFTER FEEDING FRANCESCA BREAKFAST , I took her for another swim in the jacuzzi. Then I fucked her slowly and sweetly one last time before we left the apartment. I couldn't get enough of this woman.In fact, I considered keeping her in Rome for another day. But these desires were foolish. Many things demanded my attention in Siderno and it was dangerous for me to be away for so long.My life was not my own.Never was. From the moment I was born, my destiny was set — just like Giulio's. And your children too, and so on. That's how our brotherhood worked. And I wouldn't change that. Our traditions were how the 'Ndrangheta grew and maintained a stronghold throughout the world. We were more fearsome and powerful than the Cosa Nostra or the Camorra, and my 'ndrina was near the top of the pyramid.And despite the high probability of one day being murdered or arrested, I still loved my life.When we entered the castle, Marco was waiting at the entrance. I could tell by his face that I h
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FrancescaMY ROOM LOOKED THE SAME , but I felt completely different. Instead of the usual fear I experienced within these walls, I was relaxed. There were little touches of mine everywhere, from the lipstick on the side table to the bra I threw on a chair. It was familiar, and I realized I didn't hate being here anymore.Was it because of Faust and Rome? Did I let your charm twist my mind into accepting this?Or was I as dark inside as he believed?Was he also experiencing this insane connection between us, the burning need for each other that felt too big, too important to be just lust?I spent my life looking for something more, a way to find myself outside of my father's orbit, as my mother wanted. And I never felt more myself than when I was with Fausto. It was like he was peeling back the unimportant layers and helping me learn who I was underneath. Not to mention I was discovering that my handsome devil in a three-piece suit could be tender and sweet too.My? Was I really thinki
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FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS , life settled into a normal pattern, or as normal as one could expect when you were a mobster's girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. I had convinced myself that Fausto was my boyfriend, because that was preferable to the real situation, that I was his lover. Everyone knew the truth, however. The only person I was fooling was myself.Most days, my inner lie worked. Everyone at the property treated me with kindness and respect. Everything I asked for was granted, and I felt like part of the family. The only person who didn't warm up to me was Marco, and I found that worrying, considering his closeness to Fausto. Marco's attitude remained polite but cold towards me. I told myself I didn't care, but the question of why sank under my skin like a splinter.My classes were starting next week and I couldn't wait. I found a college with a good agriculture program that had online classes and, as promised, Fausto gave me the money in a trust and bought me a laptop. Meanwhile, o
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FaustFour and a half years laterThe door handle rattled, followed by a thud. More rattling.When Marco started to rise from his chair, I raised my hand. “Wait,” I muttered and hid my smile.A few seconds later, my office door opened and the beautiful face of my two-year-old daughter, Noemi, appeared. She walked in like she was in charge. — Papa! Zio Marco! Mom says it's time to come.I pushed away from the table and patted my lap. — Polpetta! I've been waiting for you. Come, give me hugs and kisses.— Oh, me first! — Marco took my daughter before she couldreached the table and turned it around. She screamed in pleasure, her short blonde curls flying.When he pulled her to her feet, she smiled and staggered. - I am dizzy.I gave him a second to get his bearings. — Now can I have my hugs and kisses?She ran over and jumped on top of me, squirming in my lap. Naomi was aggressive and energetic, just like her brother. And your mother, now that I think about it.Noemi stayed on my thighs
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FrancescaI was worried the whole time he was gone.When Fausto was ready to return, I walked back and forth in the entrance while Nestor leaned against the wall, watching me. He didn't leave my side during my husband's absence, except when I used the bathroom. I knew this was to keep me safe, but I preferred to have Faust's gaze on me.After scolding me for scratching the entrance tile, Zia dragged me into the kitchen to order chicken in lemon sauce and a portion of roasted eggplant. She had a tartufo for dessert, which reminded me of Giulio and our dinner when I was first in Siderno. I started to tear myself apart.Zia shook her head at me. - He is better. He's a good boy, but he never liked this life, not like he should to lead. Your child will take over when the time is right.That was a conversation for another day. There was no way I was deciding my son's fate like that. I didn't care what Fausto said—our children would make their own decisions.“It's the hormones,” I told her.
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In fact, I couldn't wait to sit down again. But instead I took a walk around the large hall where the round table was set up. I shook hands, kissed cheeks, slapped backs, and acted like I hadn't almost been murdered three weeks ago. Someone gave me a Campari and soda, and I saw it was Marco. I sent him a grateful look and drank half the cocktail in one go.Inside the room were members of La Provincia , the control council. The only person missing was Enzo D'Agostino. It was smart of him not to show up, because I would have strangled him right away.Finally all the leaders sat down, with our men behind us. I was sandwiched between the dons of Reggio Calabria and Platì, both men I knew well.Pasquale Borghese was the capo crimine, also the diplomat and mediator of the group, which is why he initiated the meeting. — Signori, let's begin, as we are all anxious to return home. Some more than others.— Yes, the ones with girlfriends! — Someone shouted, making everyone laugh.Borghese raised
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FrancescaI couldn't stop crying.Five of us were gathered in the lobby, surrounded by three suitcases. Fausto was standing, leaning on a cane, with Zia and Marco nearby. Giulio and I stood to the side, near the luggage, and his arms were around me as I sobbed into his probably very expensive shirt. There was nothing more to be said. I had pushed for this result, I hoped it would happen, but it hurt.Giulio was the most composed of all of us, which was understandable. After all, it was his decision to leave. Fausto gave him a choice and Giulio eagerly seized the opportunity. Now he would begin a new chapter in his life as an entirely different person. When he walked out this door, he was no longer the Ravazzani heir. Not a Ravazzani, actually.And I would never see him again.I hated it, but I understood the reasons why he couldn't live happily here. And really, that was better for Giulio, that was all that mattered.When he broke the news to me, I heard the excitement in his voice abo
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I looked at my wife's beautiful face, letting the tranquility she instilled in me settle into my bones. Then I pointed to the phone. When it started ringing, Marco put it on speaker and placed it under the table.“There,” said a voice, weaker than usual, but stronger than it should have been.— Enzo, come stai ? How are you feeling?— I've never been better, Fausto. But enough about me. I heard you're not well.- I am fine. Stronger than a bull. It's a shame you can't stay longer.- Yes well. Thank you for your generous hospitality. I'll have to see how I can reciprocate.“There's no need for that,” I said. — It was truly my pleasure.— Maybe you can come visit me next time. His wife seemed to like the beach house.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nostrils. My wife's delicate fingers touched my hand, telling me to stay calm, so I said, “Last I heard your beach house was destroyed.Everything can be rebuilt, don't worry. Congratulations on your wedding, by the way.—
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FaustI was too weak for the dungeon steps, so I instructed Marco to bring Vic to my new hospital room upstairs. In the middle of the night, they dragged him and threw him onto a plastic sheet spread out on the floor next to my bed. He groaned and winced, his broken and bloody body shaking in pain.Go well. That pleased me.— Can you hear me, pezzo di shit ?When Vic didn't respond, Giulio kicked him in the ribs. Vic gasped a few times, and after he calmed down, I replied: — Answer me.— Yes... Don... Ravazzani.—Know this, Vic Benedetti. I will make an example of you. They will whisper about the horrors of his death for years to come. You will suffer, coglione . You will suffer for spitting in the face of my trust and for what happened to my wife. The wife and sisters you were trying to protect from D'Agostino? They receive nothing from me after their death, noreven my protection.“No, please,” he panted. - Please.— He put a gun in my wife's mouth. A weapon. In my wife's mouth! — I
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FaustI didn't sleep much that night.Lost in thought, I watched Francesca on the bed in the corner, the even rise and fall of her chest as she slept. A son. I hadn't lied when I said I preferred a daughter. Children brought a lot of headaches, a lot of worry. I did everything I could to mold Giulio into the man who would lead my family, but I failed. He did not want.You have to let Giulio choose.Two weeks ago, before I was shot, I wouldn't have cared about your feelings. He was the Ravazzani heir with a duty to me, to the family, and his wishes didn't matter.But I could no longer say that this was still the case.As I bled on the sidewalk, I thought about those I was leaving behind, including Giulio. My good boy, who only argued with me once, and it was because of his lover, Paulo. He would do whatever I asked, even at the expense of his own happiness. But did I want that life for him?I hated my own father, who never showed any consideration for my thoughts or feelings. We weren'
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FrancescaThe nurse was in Fausto's room, reading his vital signs, when I entered. His heart machine started beeping like crazy when he saw me.— Ma che cazzo ? — Faust murmured.— Hello, husband. — I walked to the bed, ignoring the dark look he sent me. — How is he today, Angela?—Much better, signora. No sign of infection and he is regaining his energy.- Oh good. — I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek, which was now covered in whiskers. —Ciao, baby.Fausto was absurdly attractive when he was clean-shaven, but that was nothing compared to how hot he looked with a beard. There were even some gray hairs in his beard, which gave him a dad vibe that I definitely liked. I would beg him to keep some facial hair when he felt willing to play with me again.You shouldn't be here,” he said when the nurse left.—And yet here I am.— I should call Marco and have him lock you in the dungeon.— But you won't because they are busy with other things that are more important than me.—No
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FaustI almost got killed. Again.This time, however, it was different. The other attempts on my life were botched, easily avoided. Except for the car bomb, I saw them coming.The shooter took me by surprise. I didn't expect a coordinated attack to facilitate Enzo's escape. I suppose I should have—he knew it was me or him, that one of us would end up dead—but I was shot in the street like an infantryman. In front of my wife.What was I thinking?I had been careless, which was unforgivable. She was carrying my son. Nothing mattered more than the two of them, along with Giulio. I should have stood my ground and made Francesca cancel the appointment. Instead, I let her manipulate me to get what she wanted.I wouldn't make that mistake again.Conscience once again tugged at me and forced me to wake up. My brain swam toward the sounds until my eyelids fluttered. I expected to see the beautiful face of my wife, who spent the night here with me, but Marco was there. It was the first time he
