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
Dante I opened the door to our bedroom and knew that Sienna was fast asleep already. Sighing, I had hoped that the meeting with Nico wouldn’t drag on as long as it did, because I needed to speak with her again. Lately, I seem to crave Sienna’s warmth and closeness, and I’m not sure why I allowed myself to reject her presence in my life. She was pure sunlight in my world of darkness. After a shower, I eased myself into bed next to her and was careful not to wake her up. Since Luciano, Sienna doesn’t know I realise this, but she has had bad night terrors. She would shiver and awake screaming during the night and not remember anything the next day. This has made me regret making her stay for my uncle’s execution - she was not made for death. She stirred as I moved closer to her and turned around, placing her head on my chest as if it was the most normal thing to do. I smile at her night comfort with me and hold her closer, inhaling her pure scent and feeling a tightness in my chest. W
Sienna I awake the next morning with an arm wrapped around my waist and at first, I stiffen, then everything that took place last night comes flooding back to me. The image of waking up to Dante in between my legs pleasuring me as I slept will forever be burned into my mind. Last night was... last night was amazing, and that’s all I’ll be elaborating on the subject! Dante stirred and pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss on my shoulder. “Sienna,” he murmured in a voice laced thick with sleep, and I smiled as I turned to face him. He had a smile on his face as well. “Good morning,” I said, and his grin spread. “Hmm, good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I nod, nuzzling into his neck. How did we reach this point exactly?? Was Luciano’s death a blessing in disguise? Feels a bit wrong, but okay. Perhaps I shouldn’t look a gift horse in its mouth, especially since it turned my marriage into something more tolerable. T
Dante I watch Stefan DiMarco as he enters the restaurant we have agreed to meet in; he is dressed in a white button-down t-shirt and grey slacks. His long blonde hair was tied up and when he saw me, his lip twisted into a grin. It made sense for him to come instead of the Padrino himself, seeing as the ‘Ndrangheta are secretive and don’t trust anyone outside of their own family. Understandable, as I feel the same way. “Dante Dragonetti, a pleasure to finally meet The Dragon himself,” he says and I can’t readily tell if he means that or if it was sarcasm. I get up and shake his outstretched hand and offer him a nod. “Same to you, as you are the future Padrino,” I say, deciding to go for flattery for a change. This sect of the Italian Mafia was impossible to read and extremely volatile when provoked, so I opted to tread carefully. “Ah, you flatter me. Come, let us sit and discuss this possible union.” He says with a voice laced thick in an Italian accent. The ‘Ndrangheta moved a part
Dante We were near the estate, and I could already sense something was wrong. Someone had killed the lights leading up to the estate. Nico tenses up next to me. “Something’s off,” he says, and I nod as he speeds up. What was going on? “What the fuck?” I exclaim when I see our gates wide open. Nico kills the ignition before I could even ask and we draw our weapons while heading towards the back entrance. There was a secret passage that led into the mansion, and only Nico and I were aware of it. “What the fuck is going on?” Nico hisses, and I shake my head. I had a feeling that I knew who was behind this, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. I think back to Sienna’s call I had killed earlier - could she have been trying to call for help? Fuck. My heart stills when I think of her, unaware of the danger as the Bratva closed in. Was she still alive? Was Dario still alive? “Bratva?” Nico asks, echoing my thoughts and I nod. “Can only be, but how the fuck did they know I would be away
Dante Sangue per il Sangue. Blood for blood. I will slaughter them for what they did to you. I will decimate their entire clan - this is my blood oath to you, Sienna. I take her hand in mine and kiss the back of it before holding it to my forehead. She was lying on her side, looking so small and vulnerable. You wouldn’t say that this was the same woman who only 24 hours ago, stood proudly pumping bullets into our enemies while she was nursing life-threatening wounds. A real soldier. A real ride or die - My Sienna. The guilt is still fresh in my heart. I killed her call when she needed help because I was too much of a pussy to face my feelings while Sienna took a bullet for me without a second thought. Dario informed me of how she commanded my men before the Bratva boss shot down my panic room. Another burst of pride in my chest. I definitely did not marry a princess. I think back to her pushing me out of the way and jerking against my body; I thought that was just shock. Little di
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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