"What do you mean, like do I carry a membership card that says 'Mafia' on it?" ~ Willie MorettiMELODY POVI was on my wit's end. Literally, the whole world was on some fuck with Melody mode, and I was slowly nearing the edge of snapping.For starters, my soon-to-be husband was formerly engaged to some harlot that didn't cherish him and his efforts, and that was fuckin' with my mind. Laylah mentioned that I wouldn't have been engaged to Jord if the bitch didn't fuck up with him, which was both half a truth and a lie. I would have found Jordan, alter the brakes of Star’s car, and send her flying down the bridge. See? Happily ever after.But still, I was mad. Mad enough that I sent Dante on an assignment to hunt for Star so that she never shows her ugly self in front of Jordan ever again. Call me reckless and see I give a fuck.Secondly, this whole pregnancy thing was slowly becoming a colossal pain in the ass. I was well in my first trimester, and I wasn't prepared for anything that
"When a man's stomach is full, it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor." - Euripides.JORDAN POV"I know what you want. But you came to the wrong person. Carlos died, many thanks to you!" Suzy disregarded me with a tiny shrug of indifference, and my blood hummed on low hum. Mel stirred on my lap, and a warm consciousness of awareness massaged the side of my face, a signal that she was watching me slowly."What is it that we want, Mrs. Delgado?" My head tilted to the side, and craned lower, giving her my full attention. She shifted under my watchful gaze and stared to the side."You want to know about the ring. And please stop calling Mrs. Delgado. I am Nina Lyn." she countered, and a low growl rumbled in my chest. Unlike my girl, I had the patience to toy with my prey- our prey. And that was something my woman wasn't capable of. That word alone wasn't cut out for her, and if she was the one steering ship, I'm afraid Suzy would be lying in a pool of hot red blood. Her indiffe
"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75." - Benjamin FranklinMelody POVThere was more to the story than everything Suzy told us...But fuck! The woman was already pitiful enough and I just couldn't bring myself to make her life even more miserable. All I had to do was to keep watch of her and make sure that Valero doesn't sink his claws into her and turn her into a venomous snake he was.Women like her were a fusion of both naive and world-weary. The amount of damage they were capable of was close to jarring. And letting her wander the world freely and without a leash around her neck would be a colossal mistake. One thing I couldn't afford, especially right now!"Signora..." Dante and Douglass came rushing to me when we exited the house. I halted in my steps and glared at them, a stone-cold expression sitting like a mask on my face."May you kindly reconsider your decision of sending us away?" It was Dante who broke the ice, only because he had balls big and hard enough to
“Mafia! What is that? A kind of cheese?” ~ Gerlando AlbertiJordan POVIt was growing. This feeling in my chest whenever I thought about her...It was this amazing sensation that bloomed inside of me whenever the corners of her eyes wrinkled with laughter, the sense of pride and satisfaction that swelled in my chest when watching her doing what she did best... The unmistakable clenching of my heart whenever I saw her cry. It was this intense crippling need to protect her at all costs: especially with my baby growing inside of her.Day by day, I was growing more infatuated with Melody Cattanio than I ever thought I will be. And all I could think about was becoming a man worthy of her. I never thought I'd ever find somebody who made me feel everything the way Melody did. It was no longer the Stockholm syndrome, it was something I dreaded the most but was all ready to bathe her with it altogether.Even now, watching her lay on the table with the pink hospital gown while chewing merciles
"I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men" -EURIPIDES JORDAN POV"Although the number of clients reduced due to the saga in Chicago, we can see that our sales increased by 30%. We were able to dispatch 30 trucks across the country, earning us..."A soft ping disrupted my focus on the speaker who was presenting the sales report. I stealthily fished my phone out of my pocket, Ben smiled when I saw the small message icon with hearts on it.'I feel like eating something sweet and sour.'The message read. My smile grew impossibly larger as I typed furiously and did not back a quick response.'Dinner date after work?'I placed the phone flat on the table and reattempted to focus on whatever was being said. Soon enough the ping went off again!'I want us to finish that silly show you faced on me.'My smile became too hard to conceal so I cleared my throat, earning myself the attention of others who sat around the table."Is there a problem, sir?" Reb
“Most men I know pissed away their fortunes. I’m the only one I know, that made a fortune pissin'” ~ Frank CostelloMELODY POV “Took you long enough. Were you dolling yourself up?'' I leered watching Jordan descend down the stairs in majestic steps, clad in a black tux that made him look like a sex god. His jet-black hair was jelled on the sides of his head, and I could smell him from where I stood in a red gown with a slit that ran up my thigh to the lean of my waist."It would be highly immoral to walk into a room full of American elites with bedroom hair and reeking like sex." he sneered with a tiny smirk, and my stomach dropped into a pit. A tiny smile threatened to place itself on my lips, so I hid it with a slight roll of my eyes."That is so rich coming from you" The same person who made me wear his cum inside this red gown with no panties on was the same one who talked about morals.I fished my phone out of my clutch and dialed Dante before putting him on loudspeaker. He answ
"Mafia is a process,not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan - cooperation to which it's individual members pledge lifelong loyalty....Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience - this was the glue that held us together." ~ Joseph BonannoJORDAN POV "Mother..." I barked stretching my arms and pulling Britt into a bear hug. "Jord..." her body relaxed in my hold, and something tucked inside of me. I pushed her off me and pushed her at arm's length, then looked at the eyes that reflected mine."I was so happy to receive your call." she drawled in a low timbre, as though she was afraid to anger the owners of the house with her voice. My mother's timidness against the Catt - As was justified, but good lord: you'd swear she walked straight into the lion's den."Right, you are here," Melody announced stepping into the house, and my mom's neck tensed. Terror settled on her face visibly, and I turned out to look at Mel."Oh come on Brittany...'' she threw her arms drastically
"To forgive the terrorists is up to God, but to send them to Him is up to me!" Vladimir PutinMELODY POVI was trying. Like really trying with everything inside of me to channel the sweet Laura inside of me, but I was failing. Miserably so.I know Jordan craved to see his wife and mother be on the same page and side of things, but Brittany fuckin Rothschild made all of that impossible. She was such a jinx who flinched even at the breath of a cat. Dogs farted, she flinched, a car honked, she screamed and jumped into the air; or clung herself at me, digging her dirty nails into my skin and my clothes. I know Jordan wanted me to get a little close to his mom, but there was no way I was going to get used to any of this. Brittany was a helpless case, and she was stupid beyond redemption there was nothing I could do. When I was tired of telling her off in the middle of Los Angeles at Fuckin’ 10 on a Sunday morning, I decided to go sit down by a bench and browse through the internet for som