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** “No, don’t you- Ahh… who’s a good girl?” My baby burst into giggles as I tickle her tummy, when I go to take the ear bud from her to prevent it finding it’s way into her mouth she lunched into a cry, swinging her hands in protest. I roll my eyes and put her down, my baby girl obviously doesn’t agree with that as her tantrum increases, I hissed at the sharp pain. “Micaela!” I scold patting my neck with my fingers and brought them to my face half expecting to see blood. Now silent, Caela looks at me with large watery blue eyes, her lips parted mid cry. I scowl down at her “This child” leaning forward I hold the arm she flung at me and spread her chubby fingers, my frown increases at the length of her finger nails. A cry leaves her and she lunches herself into me, immediately the irritation bleads out of me “Don’t cry, I’m not angry” I shush her softly, petting her with a hand at the back of her head, “I guess it’s my fault for not clipping your nails” I muttered, still massagin
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Angelo makes a loud noise, breaking my thoughts and I look down at him, holding him down with one hand as he tries to go to his father “I’m not done with him yet” I explain and Niko nods before moving to sit on a chair in front of us. I go back to clipping, moving as fast as I can, baby nails are so soft and fragile I have to be careful as I bring the sharp end close to his soft skin while Angel stares at me with what can only be described as a displeasure. At least he is no longer lunching himself to the other side of the room in an attempt to get away from me. “We’re almost done baby” I sooth over the sound of Caela mumbling baby words to her father, giggling on a toothless smile, he goes along with her. An easy smile on his face as she pat his cheeks with her small hands. Soon enough I clip in the edge of Angelo’s pinky finger, it’s so tiny. And so freaking cute. “Annndd we’re done everybody. Thank you for having us your highness” I toss the clipping into the lid of the kit I’d b
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I spend the next few days planning for the dinner- gathering, whatever. I told the team of a new project but I would be handling it as it’s family related, a few of the ladies offered to aid me but I turned them down, nicely of course turning to Eva and Maria. With their help, it’s going along well, invites were sent out the day before, handwritten invitations I kid you not, in soft cream cards with a kind of golden ink Maria provided, I half expected her to hand me a quill seeing as we were going old school. Instead, there was a fancy fountain pen which she injected the ink into and we were good to go. The process has been quite enlightening, I’ve learned more about the families and territories just from that and the cards were addressed to each head of families personally. Now I know there are twelve main families of New York split into two. Six prominent and six lower families. I also realized that the Greco’s was one of the prominent families, now led by a distant cousin J
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I wait for her reply, my eyes trained on her with my breath in my throat. Because this would be very different if feelings were involved. Gia is a servant girl who works in our household, sweet and hardworking, I liked her a lot. She is paid very generously and could quit and decide to do something else if she wanted, but for now, she works for us and Tommy might as well be a prince, living the life of a man with the world at his feet, as much as it looks cute on the soap operas I was fond of watching, it wouldn’t fly well in our life. One day he would be expected to marry for the good of the family, as a made man, duty came before all else. I didn’t want to see her hurt. Gia shook her head, the universal sign for no her eyes trained on her hands. I stared at her, trying to find any form of deceit. I relaxed a fraction. Though she might say that for now, it’s quite easy to confuse sex and feelings, especially for women. I didn’t want to say this but what choice did I have?
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Niko is sitting at the edge of the bed, with his tie gone, the top two buttons in his shirt undone with one hand resting behind him, he seems relaxed. I sense a certain energy I missed in the bathroom. His eyes are dark, calm, too calm. “Come here” Okay, I was getting a little scared. I look around him for his phone, did he get a call maybe? Something that turned his mood. Just minutes ago, I swear he wanted to fuck me silly, now there was an air of danger around him, the kind that made me want to flee back into the bathroom and lock the door, or better yet leave the entire floor maybe go to the living room downstairs. His eyes held mine and I swallowed, hard. I was being ridiculous. Straightening my spine, I move towards him. “Closer” he nods at his spread thighs. I shuffle closer, swiping my tongue over my lips nervously. “The towel, lose it” he muttered and I released a relieved breath, he is fine, I smooth a hand over the towel teasingly as I go to sit on his la
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Niko caught one of my legs and yanked me to him. A sob ripped out of my chest even as my belly tightened. “This was meant to be a punishment” he states as he cupped me between my legs, heat rose from my chest up my face and I know he felt how damp I was. “You liked the pain?” “I don’t” I shook my head trying to get away from him. I didn’t want him getting any ideas. Christ, the throbbing pain on my ass, I knew without a doubt that my skin would be red right now. “Shhh…only pleasure now…” he trailed off as his thumb found my clit stroking in tight circles tension coils in my belly, my walls clenched. He drops three slaps in rapid session on my pussy, nowhere as hard as he smacked my ass a moment ago but I felt it. I groaned, my back leaving the bed as my head fell back. How I felt it. At this point, my entire body was a bundle of sensations. I was strung tighter than a guitar string. He slipped two fingers into me and I whimpered, he thrust once, twice and curled them upwards,
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I come to a stop at the threshold, my ass smarts at the sight of him. “Good morning” Goose pimples spreads across my skin and me behind throbs at the sound of his voice. “G-good morning” instituted, my eyes jumping to the side. “Come, join me for breakfast” my husband invites. His voice is soft, but it was the same one in which he called come here last night and it didn’t end too well for me.“Er- just let me check on the babies for a bit and then I’ll-” my foot moves to the side, my flip flops staffing on the floor. “Maria is with them”He states without breaking his stare. “Er… okay” I shuffle forward, the hem of my loose pants tickling my toes over my flip flops. Our usual breakfast of my favorite foods and his preferred breakfast is spread out in on the table. I come to a pause behind the chair, my hands going behind me. Apprehension washes over me. Seems they’ll be no changing his mind or escaping his conversation. I’d woken up on my front, the lingering pain on my
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“Good afternoon daughter” she says without looking at me. Keeping my gentle smile in place, I crossed to the other side of the room. Spine straight, in a fashionable white suit and icy blue shirt that matches her eyes, I nearly jumped back when she when she scanned me from head to toes with said icy eyes. Without blinking she asks. “How are the children?”“Fine, fine, down for a nap” I answered with the first thing that came to mind. And a total lie. Pushing back the chair opposite hers and unfortunately with my back to the door I sit, “If I’d know you were coming I would have tried to keep them awake a little longer so they can see their Nonna” Unsure if she bites my act, she inclined her head “That’s is quite alright, another time”“Of course.” Another smile, I fixed myself a cup of tea, silently berating Maria for not urging out some wine for me, and I needed something to do with my hand. That fine, i cradled it in my palms. We sit in tensed silent for long minutes.
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MAFIA RULES Epilogue I
My uncle was right, everything will change from now on, the Grecos, Mendoza, and the Oriente arms of the New York Families are no more. Though we weren't particularly friendly with the other two, it wasn't required for the business. The Greco’s however have always been closely allied with the Salvatores, it wasn’t because of that friendship that Julio was my father's right hand and his father before him, as capo it was my decision to choose my right hand, but for decades, that honor belonged to the Greco’s, until Julio fucked it up. With them gone, there is a gap, in the prominent families, and someone needs to take over for the business to run smoothly. As things settled, I just wanted some peace to be with my family, my children, I already missed so much. It was something I would never retreat, I kept them safe. I did what had to be done, even though it hadn't been my Knife in their throat or my orders. My actions lead to their deaths. And their deaths created a power vacuum, one
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**“We have to leave here, get to another safe house we don’t know who else- this place has been compromised” Arms wrapped under my arms trying to pull me away. I was staring blankly at the Man I'd grown so close with. I didn't know what to do.“We can’t leave him here” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “You think I want to leave him? He was like a father to me, but I have to protect you, he would want you to get to safety”“Miguel…”“Now Lola, Now." he shook me "We have to-“ a phone ringing cuts off the rest of his words. Miguel bends down and searches through Matteo’s jacket to retrieve his phone. I crawl back to him lifting his head into my lap, spatches of blood stained my jeans as I run my fingers through his hair. “Please Matteo open your eyes,” I begged softly.He couldn’t be gone. He felt warm despite the blood pooled on the ground beneath him, he couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t...“It’s Matteo…” I hear Miguel say to the other person on the phone “He’s gone” is all Miguel says
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I straightened at the sound of a car pulling closer. I know it isn’t Miguel as he’s in the next room, slowly tiptoeing to one of the windows and pushing back the curtains, “Lola don’t do that-“ “It’s Matteo” I gasped in recognition at the dark hair and family face of the man that exists the drive's seat. “It’s Matteo” I repeated “He’s here!” I announced as my heart began to race in my chest. “Stay here, stay down” Miguel ordered, as he headed to the door a gun in hand. I remained at the window, clutching my rounded belly with a shaky hand, the other fisted around the thick curtains as I tried to listen to their exchange. It went on for about half a minute but it was too long and then Miguel crossed back to the porch, he disappeared from my line of sight, and I moved to the door. The bottom of my oversized jeans dragged on the floor over my bare feet as I had left the zipper undone to accommodate my large bump. I’m standing behind the door when it opens and Miguel says “It’
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“That puta was whoring around dirtying the family line-“ she gurgles, choking as red spills from a thin line across her throat. A hand flew to her neck eyes wide in shock. No one was allowed to speak of that, I took pains in ensuring it remained that way. The consequences would be devastating. I look at the blade in my hand then swipe the napkin beside her tea set to wipe the little blood at the end. I turned around and came to a stop at the dark figure at the entrance. Fuck. “Is it true what she said?” I observe his stance, the pistol hanging loosely at his side, my brows furrowed as I tried to figure out how long he’s been standing there, how much he heard, I let out a sigh, “Tommy…” He sucked in a deep breath, his empty hand clenching into a shaky fist. “Did you know?” Tommy asked calmly. I grit my teeth and wipe the blade once more, then I return it to the sheath strapped to my wrist, soothing down my sleeves to keep it hidden. I turned to my brother fully and asked “Wh
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Bang! Bang! Bang!!! Gunshots sound as I make my way down the hall of an Italian-styled penthouse. The enemy tries to return fire, but they are quickly overwhelmed by my men. Martino Greco led me to Valentina's hideout like a mouse to the cheese. Pained grunts and shocked yells followed by the thuds of bodies heating the ground, and then quiet. Hmm. I walk in smooth strides past pools of blood, bodies littering the polished wooden floors noting the soldiers Valentina called from her mansion in Italy, I frown at the sight of a falcon tatted on one of the fallen men’s forearms, seems she hired some mercenaries also. Splendid. Last night Valentina sent her men to Mendoza and Orinete households while they slept and took them out in one swell move. It is why I can break in with little to no resistance, half of her man power is gone. Danilo inclined his chin at me then motioned up silently a gun in hand, corked and still at the ready. Chase and Emilio stand beside him each o
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I stared out the window on the ride back. Like the two times we’ve gone out, I remain in the car while he checks the property, when he signals all clear I open my door and move to the back to get the kids. Miguel goes around the other side and gets started on Angelo’s seat, he undoes the strap holding the child to the seat and then unhooks the chair fully so he can take it inside. “Want to tell me what happened at the clinic?” he questions as we walk. I shook my head nothing. “You don’t really expect me to believe that do you?” “What makes you think I did anything." “Excluding the fact that you looked guilty as hell when we got back, there’s a tear glued to your lashes" he pointed one end of his bottled water at me, "Why were you crying” We entered the cabin and I unstrapped the kids to let them run free. “I just needed to use the bathroom quickly” I paused helping Angelo to his feet. “I called him” I admitted. His expression remains unchanged. “You don’t seem surprised
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NIKO That evening I left using one of the hidden exist. There's a car parked under the bridge, I pull up behind it, leaving the engine still running as I look out the window, moments later a male form, wearing a black oversized coat blowing the wind takes long steps in my direction as far as his short legs can carry him, the side door opens and he drops down beside me, the smell of tobacco that follows him where ever he goes fills the car. I make no effort to his my frown. Excluding the fact that it was a shitty habit that kills the liver, I imagine it would make stealth impossible if they can smell you from a mile away. And I preferred to leave no traces, unless it was a warning that is. I have half the mind to ask him to exit my vehicle before he saturates it with his unpleasant smell but I need him tonight so I decided to play nice. “How did it go?” Martino Greco smacks his lips once, “Just as you expected boss, Maxim sent another offer, I did as you said while showing some
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LOLA I’ve been teaching my twins simple words and pointing out items around the house for them. I once read that kids need contact with other people and other kids to stimulate growth, and I’ve been doing what I can to fill that role. "Nana" Angel mumbled pointing at the banana when Miguel walked past eating a banana last night.It is also his favorite fruit. Micaela liked peaches.I also roped Miguel into watching some soap operas airing every evening with me so I’d have something to look forward to and someone to discuss with. Soap operas were always better when you had someone to discuss them with. He acts like he hates them but I swear he secretly enjoys them. He finds it hard to understand the motives of the main antagonists and often wonders why the ‘good guys’ give so many chances.No one is that inherently good. Miguel had said when the main female character got played for the fourth time in twenty episodes. It's plain stupidity. he added his two cents, I shook my head with
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NIKO -Months later... “Who can we count on?” Tommy asked his chin on his jaw. In front of me at the other side of the desk Matteo cleared his throat and the other turned to him, “Brenadi, Orisi, Ajello, the Sances are a given" he tips his head. With Chase one of my trusted enforcers the head of the Sances family, it was a given, I trusted him to keep his house in check, the others however, "The others will need more convincing" Matteo added voicing my exact thoughts. “That’s four out of twelve” Vincent grunted unable to hide his displeasure. “How can Valentina have eight over us, the bitch has been in Italy for almost three decades," Tommy growls. “Exactly, lots of families owe her favors, she ran this family before us with an iron fist and she never fully removed her claws while my brother was capo, that’s nearly four decades of loyalty from the New York families. "Enough time to amass a fortune's worth of secrets and debts to call in, moreover, a number of the men are too sca
