This brings us to the end of Part One: Dante and Sienna. From tomorrow, Domenico and Sylvana's story begins - will the two hard-headed mafia heirs clash or crumble?
Domenico I spot her through her bedroom window as she gets herself ready for bed with her long blonde hair tied up. For three nights now my brothers and I have been camped outside the DiMarco’s estate, watching them and learning their habits. From 7 pm, Sylvana goes into her room and gets herself ready for bed, by 8 pm she turns off the lights and quiet descends over the mansion. Even though she hasn’t officially taken over from her father, she commands the household and rules it with an iron fist. This is the woman who gets my cock hard by the mere thought of her, a fucking mafia boss and heir to her father’s dynasty. No other woman would ever sate my needs after being with her - and it pissed me off. She orchestrated the attack on my family and nearly had Sienna and Dario killed. I wanted to have her tortured and disposed of, then I would have my hands washed off her. But no, Dante had other fucking things in mind and now we were watching the woman who would forcibly be my wife.
Sylvana This can’t be happening. No, no, no! Didn’t the stupid Russians dispose of them? What did we pay them for?! The man who I tried to get away from now had my hair tangled in his fists and was pulling me towards a waiting car outside our mansion. I tried to push him, try to fight him off, but it was of no use; Domenico Dragonetti was stronger than I could ever hope to be. “Stop squirming or I’ll be forced to knock you out and trust me I am pissed off enough to not be gentle, Sylvana.” He says through gritted teeth. When he says my name, a shiver runs up my spine and I am disgusted with myself. The elder brother, the one who terrified me, had gone into my father’s room to ‘leave a message’ as he said and returned with bloodied hands. The sight alone broke through me, but I wasn’t about to show it, especially not in front of Domenico. He pushes me into the SUV and a few minutes later; we drive away - away from my father and away from my home. I look down at my shackled hands an
Sylvana Domenico opens a door and shoves me inside. He locks the door behind us and stands there, looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest. “Why are you doing this, Domenico? Just kill me already,” I say, turning towards him and wrapping my arms around my body when a chill runs up my spine. He scoffs. “That’s what I suggested, but my fucking brother would rather see me suffer along with you,” he says, looking at me with disdain. Wow, what happened to the Domenico that obsessed over me? He walks over to me and drags me into a massive walk-in closet. “Sienna picked this shit out for you, go shower and clean up.” He then turns around to walk out and stops at the entryway. “Oh, and don’t think about trying to escape or kill me in my sleep. Since your little attack, Dante has beefed up the security detail and any sharp object in this room has been removed. You can fashion nothing into a weapon either. Try anything, and I won’t hesitate to make you sleep next to your headless
Sylvana I dressed down in a pair of jeans, a white blouse and some flats… then I waited. What else was there to do but wait? Sitting on the enormous bed, I drew my legs up to my chin and breathed out a sigh. Domenico came in here, and as soon as he saw me naked, something snapped in him. The worst part was I allowed it to happen. I didn’t push him away; I didn’t stop him. So, it wasn’t fair that I put all the blame on him. Craving Domenico’s dominance is one thing, submitting to him is another altogether. How did we even start talking at the wedding? One minute I was angry at my father for bringing me here, the next Domenico was fucking me against the wall of a guest room. My father did not train me to be a Mafia Princess, saving myself for my wedding day. No, I quite enjoyed casual sex, but the one time with him was anything but casual. Once I got a taste, he was embedded in my mind and wrapped in my senses. Now look at me; a prisoner. I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I
Sylvana I’m getting married today. From today forward my body will belong to Domenico Dragonetti to do with it as he pleases, and I have a feeling I will not come out unscathed. Dante mentioned someone coming to preside over the ceremony tonight, so that leaves me with a few hours to myself. I can’t marry Domenico… even if every inch of my body yearned for him, I couldn’t allow myself to be his. But what choice did I have now? My family were all gone and with no one to contact the Capobastone, where does that leave me? I sigh and walk over to the window that leads out to a small terrace. Perhaps being married to a Dragonetti wouldn’t be as bad as I think? Look at Sienna and Dante. But then again, Sienna had to marry Dante in a marriage arranged between families. She wasn’t a pawn in an act of revenge, as I was. Thinking back to when I arrived here, Dante’s entire body language changed as soon as he saw her. Anyone could see they were in love with one another, even if being married
Sylvana A few hours later, Sienna walks in, holding a garment bag with a smile on her face. “Hey,” she says with a small voice, but I could only force out my own smile. “Alessandro has arrived, the ceremony will begin in two hours.” My eyes widen at this. I was hoping they would call it off or someone would speak some sense into Dante, but no. By this evening I would be Mrs Dragonetti. She walks toward the bed and places the garment bag on the bed. I look up at her. “I’m not worth the effort, Sienna. Just leave me to be miserable and enjoy it. I ruined your life, I don’t deserve your kindness.” I say while facing away from her. Our conversation earlier has been plaguing my mind non-stop and I knew Dante was right - it was all my fault. Her inability to produce an heir for Dante was because of me. “Sylvana,” she starts, sitting on the bed next to me and sighs. “No, you made a mistake. But you can still rectify it. I know you would rather die than be here right now, but sometimes we
Domenico What a joke of a fucking wedding. Sylvana clings to me for the remainder of the evening. When I spoke to Sienna after she spent the afternoon with her, she told me everything was fine, that Sylvana was just nervous to be around me. The only other person to see her after that was Dante, so what the fuck did my brother say to her? When we heard the commotion, the scene before me froze me in place; the proud ‘Ndrangheta heiress standing with a gun to her head, ready to kill herself rather than marry me. I recognised that wild look in her eyes. Dante had it after finding out they had killed our parents. He was hell bent on killing those responsible, just as Sylvana was hell bent on killing herself a few minutes ago. I still don’t know what made me walk over to her and calm her down. All I knew was that I hated seeing her like that. It paid off, because I think she trusted me a bit more now. “Sylvana, welcome to the family,” Sienna says and walks over to us. “You have a beauti
Sylvana Domenico pulls me in tighter, wrapping his arms around my waist and savouring the moment. I could taste the vodka he had earlier - the bitter tinge was a contrast to the sweetness of his kiss. This time had I pulled him in for a kiss instead of the other way around; was this my way of giving in to him? It… it sort of felt that way. The feel of his tongue against mine, guiding me into a deeper kiss, was making me lose all sense, especially when I felt his hardness against my abdomen. Then he breaks off the kiss. I look at him, a confused frown crossing my brow, but he only smiles at me and shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re thinking straight right now, Sylvana. You’ve been running on adrenaline all evening,” He says, but this made me even more confused. Isn’t this what he wanted? I was giving in to him willingly and he.... was turning me down? “I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later. So, let’s take a beat and separate for the evening, okay?” He says, and I
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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