Sienna Two months later and early February weather chilled me to the bone. You would think since I grew up in Chicago that I would be used to the cold, but nooo. I cannot stand the cold! I was seated in the winter garden again and had decided to bring along my charcoal and sketchpad so I could take my mind off things for a bit. I haven’t seen Dante and Nico in over a month - they have had to go away to deal with family business upstate, but I had a feeling that they involved pleasure in at least 60% of their exploits; Alcohol, women, and cigars were their poison. The fiasco of a Christmas dinner was still fresh in my mind and Dante’s words cut as deep as when he first spoke them. I cursed my father for marrying me off to him but knew that this was how things worked in Cosa Nostra - it required obedience for women to survive. Dario has been keeping away from me as well and I wondered if Dante ordered him to since we were growing closer every day. I used to think I had an ally in Dar
Sienna “Oh, come on. I’m sure you haven’t been outside of this estate since you got here three months ago.” Luciano says. He was again trying to convince me to go out for coffee with him, but after Dario’s warning last time, I was wary of being alone with him. He’s been at the mansion for five days now. Dante had asked him to stay, as he would be home in a few days. “Okay, let me sweeten the deal. We could also go visit the New York Botanical Garden?” He says and immediately my mind goes blank. I have been wanting to visit the gardens since I arrived here! Luciano could see that he won because he wore a smirk and held out his arm for me to take. “Shall we?” He says and I lace my arm with his. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr Andretti,” I say and he nods proudly. I didn’t want to be alone with Luciano because I didn’t trust myself around him. He was gorgeous and handsome and made my heart beat faster whenever I would see him. It was probably the loneliness getting to me. He was also
Dante I watched my brother as he continued his attempt to woo Sylvana DiMarco. He’s had a hard-on for the petite blonde since he laid eyes on her at my wedding, but she wasn’t having any of it. She could see through his flirtatious bullshit right away. We are currently in New Orleans because he wants this woman, but I am more interested in the connection it could forge with her father, Giuseppe DiMarco, Padrino of the ‘Ndrangheta. Giuseppe and my father had issues previously, but from what I’ve heard, he is dying of cancer and his son, Stefan, would take over when he dies. Hopefully, Stefan would see eye to eye with me and we could start a new partnership without past bullshit. My phone rings, cutting through my thoughts, and I see Dario calling me again. My little brother has been calling me non-stop and telling me to get home because he doesn’t trust our uncle alone with Sienna. Why should I care? Would I even give a shit if he had to fuck my wife? I unconsciously tightened my f
Sienna Almost a week after Luciano arrived and Dante was still not back. Luciano has backed off a bit after what happened in the NYBG, and I sort of felt relieved. He’s been here for almost two weeks now and I couldn’t help but be very fond of him and his company. We've bonded over horticulture and he’s given me good advice on how and when to start up my own little garden on the estate. I might just grow my own vegetables after the in-depth lessons he’s given me. It was 4 pm, and I was busy with dinner with Luciano helping me. Bonus: he loves to cook as well. His wife is a very lucky lady and I find myself being extremely jealous of her. “No, no, no, it has to be olive oil, or it won’t taste the same! originale modo italiano!” “I prefer coconut oil, the benefits are so much better.” Luciano and I were arguing about which oil to make the chicken parmesan with. He was adamant it would not taste the same without olive oil, but I knew how much better it tastes with coconut oil! “I’ve
Sienna I was fast asleep when I felt an arm snake around my waist and knew Dante had returned to our bed. He requires my body to meet his needs, and clearly, that was all I was here for. His hands go in between my legs and he runs a finger up my slit, testing my wetness. But obviously, I had just been half asleep. My eyes wrenched open; something was wrong. Dante’s hands were not soft, they were calloused and hard, and he always smelled of Bottega Veneta... not sandalwood. I jumped out of bed and switched the light on, only to find Luciano in bed with me. What the hell?!! “Luciano?!” I asked, incredulously. Why was he here? What did he think he was doing??? “What are... why are you here??” He looks at me with a wounded expression. “Now, Sienna, you need to stop being such a tease and give into what I know you want.” He said, and I took a tentative step away from him. I shake my head. Out of all the times to do this, he tries it with Dante sleeping in the same home as us. “I thin
Dante What the fuck. What the actual fuck was going on? I knew my uncle was slimy, but I never would have thought that he would do this to me. And with Lenore, my love Lenore. I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t decide to finally give in to my stubbornness and go to Sienna. I needed to speak with her, and craved her closeness after being away for so long. But this, I didn’t expect this. When I stood listening at the door, Sienna was physically fighting him off after he touched her and proclaimed that she was mine. I have to admit that hearing her say that with such conviction made me smile. After everything I had done to her, she would still choose me above anyone else. My wife was as loyal to me as my own blood, and yet I abused her at every turn. “What the fuck is going on here?” The voice of Nico came behind us and saw me with my Beretta raised at Luciano’s head, Dario flanked me on the right. Sienna walked towards the bed and leaned against the iron post while taking
Sienna I knew when Dante left that night that things had changed. The man who once terrified me with his presence now stood as a broken, defeated shell, covered in the blood of his betrayer. Everything made sense now; his debasing of me, his underhanded bouquet message: disdain, death and revenge. I was nothing but an instrument of vengeance against my father, who he assumed murdered Lenore. I truly meant nothing to Dante, and the thought hurt me more than I care to let on. But then I am taken back to that night. He called me ‘Sunflower’ as an endearment and when I had to call his brothers, I saw that his phone screensaver was a picture of me taken unaware. Why would he do that if he did not care for my existence if I were nothing more than a pawn in his revenge game? I put my coffee cup in the sink and walked out of the door to my garden. It was two weeks later, and I barely saw Dante anymore. Nico said to leave him be for now, and Dario advised to give him time. All I wanted to
Sienna I spend most of my days in my conservatory. I don’t know how Dante did it, or how he knew my favourite flowers, but this is the best gift I have ever received. Things between us are... better - improving. He slept in bed with me at night now but hasn’t tried to have sex with me even once. I think he is a bit too broken at the moment to even think about sexual needs I looked down at my phone and realised that I hadn’t made dinner yet and it was 5 pm already! I grabbed my things from the coffee table and rushed to throw something together for dinner, but I am taken aback by the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen area. Rounding the corner, I am convinced that I was dreaming, that today wasn’t real at all because standing there IN A SUNFLOWER APRON was Dante and he was cooking! “Uh... Dante?” I asked, walking towards him and trying to hold back my smile, but failing miserably. He looks up when he hears my voice and grins. “Girasole,” he starts, “I hope you like Pasta P
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Dario Where the fuck did they take my brother’s body?! I’ve looked all over the place, and so have the other soldiers, but all that remained of him was his blood on the hardwood floors. After grabbing Daniella from their bedroom, I inch my way towards the panic room again. As soon as I open the door, I see Sienna rushing toward me and taking her child from my arms. “Amore…” she whispers, holding Daniella close as if she would disappear at any second. Sylvana, Nico, and Serena walk toward me as Sienna walks away. “Where is Dante’s body?” Serena asks me in a hushed tone, and I frown at her question. She thumbs behind her. “There’s a surveillance station behind there that Sienna found. I searched all the rooms but couldn’t find him. Did someone take his body?” She explains. I look at Sienna, then at the group in front of me. “I looked all over the mansion but couldn’t find his body at all. We need to check the surveillance tapes to see what happened.” I say, then walk towards the mon
Serena I watch as Dante picks Sienna up and can’t stop myself from giggling out loud. He seemed so carefree around her; I suppose that she was the only one able to break down his walls. I mean, you need a lot of guts to be able to get a hardened mafia boss to love you like this. I lay my head on Dario’s shoulder and sigh; I want what Sienna has with Dante, and I want it with Dario. “Don’t forget to come to my room tonight; we have something to discuss,” I say, not looking at his face for a reaction, but he kisses my hair, and I feel the smile on his lips. “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere els-” “Dante?” My head whips up towards the sound of Sienna’s quiet voice and pale at the scene in front of me. Where… where did the blood on Dante’s head come from?! “D-Dario…” He motions to his younger brother, and before I can think, Dario throws me to the floor and pushes me underneath the oversized couch we were just seated on. From my vantage point, I could see Dante lying on the floor, b
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Dario Dante gives me a wink as I join them at the table. Nico was already fussing over the food; God, I had forgotten how this man could eat, especially now since he’s regaining the strength in his muscles. He was starting to take a few steps by himself, but we don’t want him to overdo it just yet. The way things are panning out, Nico would probably walk again by the end of the year. I realized the other day during training with him that he has become even more vicious than before. I suppose if you keep a dog chained up and starving all day, eventually, when it’s let loose, it will devour any enemy in its path. Dante stands at the head of the table and raises a wine glass; we all follow suit except Serena. “To Dario and Serena, congratulations on your nuptials, Forgiato nel Fuoco, Forgiato nel sangue,” He says, and we men slam our fists to our chest. “Serena, Benvenuti in Famiglia, Piccola spia,(welcome to the family, my little spy)” We all chuckled at his ‘little spy’ comment. “B
Serena I'm still mulling over everything that has happened these last few days. My family was monsters; yes, I know how that sounds since I am also a mafia heir. However, I honestly thought they treated women better than men or at least respected them, but now I know how the men in my family really are. Dante seems to be more of a human, for a man nicknamed il Drago. Wearing jeans and a pretty pink blouse, I wait for Dario to come to fetch me and take me to the dinner Sienna has planned. I still don't know what to expect or how I'll be treated by the rest of the family. Dante Dragonetti, the man I've hated my entire teenage life, is trying to make amends with me, and so was his wife. However, I have no idea how to go about this. I don't trust or forgive easily, but I find that I am willing to try with them. My eyes go towards the door when I hear it unlocking, and Dario steps inside the room. "You ready?" He asks with a smile as he approaches me, sitting on the bed. "As ready as I'
Serena It’s been almost two weeks of living in constant anxiety. I don’t know what my old family is planning, but I know my Pappa well enough to realize that it will be bloody. Dante had a home doctor come in to check up on me and the baby. I’m one and a half months along, so anything could happen at this stage. Sienna and Sylvana seem to be keeping their distance from me since the meeting in Dante’s office, but they weren’t the only ones. I haven’t seen Dario since he left my bedroom that one night. He basically admitted that he’s in love with me and I’m not sure what I should do with that information. How can I trust his words when all they’ve been are lies? Then again, I’m not exactly one to talk since my Pappa sent me here to get closer to him. The boredom of staying in this room was getting to me slowly. Daily I find myself pacing the floor of my room, wondering what would happen next or when my Pappa decides to attack. It’s been too quiet on their side and I fear when somethi
Dario Married. I’m fucking married, and I had no say in it. Words cannot explain how furious I am right now, but I had to grin and bear it. Honor calls for this, and it is my fault that this woman ended up pregnant, so what else could I do? “More clothing will arrive tomorrow. Is there anything specific you require?” I ask her as we reach her bedroom. She shakes her head then as I turn to leave, she grabs me by the arm. When I look back at her, I notice the tears in her eyes, and my composure nearly cracks. “Please, Dario… Please don’t leave,” she begs, looking utterly lost and shattered. I don’t know whether to believe her or not since she’s adept at lying. “What do you want, Serena? My brother has already trapped me in a marriage with you. What more could you possibly need?” I ask and notice the surprise on her face at my words - then anger. “You think I wanted this? To be pregnant with your child and forced to marry someone like you?! Fuck, your ego is even bigger than I origin
Serena The door to my prison opens, and Dario steps inside. He looks over at the food tray, then at me before cocking his head towards the door. “Come. Dante wants to see you,” he says and waits for me to stand up. I walk over to him, and he grabs me by the forearm again. As we walk, I try to see if there is no way of escaping, but as far as I can tell this mansion was huge and felt more like a maze than a home. There’s no way out for now, so I stop looking around and follow Dario. We come to a stop outside of a large oak door, and Dario knocks three times before we step inside what looked like a study or an office. There were five people present already, four of them I already knew: Dante and Sienna, the middle brother Domenico and his traitor wife, Sylvana. The unknown man was tall, but muscular, with the same intense green eyes as Dario, black hair, and dressed immaculately given the time. “This is Serena Speranzini,” Dante introduced me to everyone, and I looked at each of th