Chapter 6: Lies and Truths

Sienna

The Dragonetti estate was a sight to behold!

Dante’s parents had impeccable tastes and you could see it by the opulent architecture, art and perfectly manicured gardens.

“You have a beautiful home, Dante,” I say as I take everything in.

“Thank you, but it will be your home too from today forward.” He says and we arrive at the reception to greetings from our fellow friends and family members. As per custom, we greet everyone individually as they give us their good wishes and felicitations.

“Brother, you have a beautiful bride,” came the voice of the man who accompanied Dante to my parent's home back in Chicago. This man was lean and well built, with the same intense green eyes and dark hair as Dante, and I recall him being Dante’s best man.

He picks up my hand in his and kisses the back. “Bella,” he says and I blush at his compliment.

“Thank you,” I say as a smile plays on my lips and he winks at me.

“Are you flirting with my wife, Nico?” Dante asks him, but the man named Nico only rolls his eyes.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, brother.” He says.

I turn to Dante. “Is this your sibling?” I ask him, and he nods.

“Domenico is my younger brother and underboss. He lives and operates from this mansion.” Dante says, not even glancing at me. Oh, well, this is a revelation then; we would share a home with his brothers.

He turns to Dante. “Did you see DiMarco’s daughter? She’s a fine piece of work and I have my sights set on her with regards to you know what.” Domenico says and Dante shakes his head.

“Let’s talk about that later,”

Domenico says his goodbyes, and we continue to greet the rest of our family members. I met Dante’s youngest brother, Dario, as well - he was only 18. By the time we concluded with our welcoming, it was already 12pm, and I was starving.

Dante leads me over to our table and pulls out a chair for me to sit down on. When he sits down, our feast starts and family members give their toasts. During this, I realise that I have not seen Carmella at all; she did not even come to wish Dante and me well. I knew she hated him, but she was being disrespectful to him in his own home. I would have to chat with her later.

Dante was silent throughout the entire feast, and it was really bothering me, but what could I even talk to him about? I do not know his likes or dislikes, so I just kept quiet throughout it all. When I look through the hall, I finally see Carmella and offer her an affectionate smile, but all she does is nod at me, and now I am convinced that something was wrong. She must honestly hate being here.

4 pm and we are called to have our first dance - Dante takes me by the hand and I follow him onto the dance floor. He puts his palm on my exposed back, leading me into our first dance as Unchained Melody plays. During our dance, my heart was thumping wildly, but I managed not to show him how nervous I truly was.

I note that Dante was an excellent dancer and felt comfortable as he led me in our dance. He remained silent through it all and it frayed my nerves to the bone already; was this a punishment of sorts?

By the end of our dance, my father cuts in as well and an hour or two later I found that I had danced with practically every man at the wedding!

Dante was nowhere to be found, and I put it down to a family matter requiring his attention. Domenico was such a flirt, but I do think I will get along well with him. He is fiercely loyal to his brother and his family, which I suppose was a good thing; he would be my protector here as well.

Dario, on the other hand, was completely different from his older brothers - he was sweet. He was so pleasant during our dance, asking me to please take care of his brother because apparently he had been through a lot and needed this in his life. Hmm, I would have to do some digging into this then. Seems there was a history behind Dante Dragonetti.

I requested the ladies' room and asked Dario to show me the way to the bathroom; he obliged immediately and we chatted about flowers on the way to the upper rooms. He was such a pleasant kid to talk to and reminded me of Davide’s innocence, which was taken by The Outfit. I really wished they would not force children into this way of life, but this tradition was in our blood and had to be adhered to and respected.

“Dante...” Dario and I stop in our tracks as we pass a room and hear this; it sounded like a woman in the throes of passion... and she was calling out my husband’s name. I move toward the door to open it, but Dario stops me.

“Please, he isn’t really like this. Let’s go back.” He says, trying to defend whatever Dante was doing on the other side of the door, but all I do is push his hand aside and open the door.

I wish I had listened to Dario and turned back. Then I wouldn’t feel as broken-hearted as I did when my eyes settled on them in the room together. Dante had Carmella on her knees, and he had rolled up her hair around his fist as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed as she moaned out in ecstasy. So was Dante’s as he thrusts into her hard.

“C-Carmella?” I called out and her eyes shot open. Dante opened his eyes lazily, but he continued to take her from behind with his eyes focused on me.

“Dario,” he warns, and Dario tries to grab me by my arm, but I yank it away before he can.

“What is this?!” I exclaim, striding towards them, and Dante finally pulls out of her and zips his pants up.

Carmella gets up and straightens her dress before looking at me. “Dante and I are in love,” she says and my eyes widen at this. “It should have been me marrying him today, not you, Sienna.”

I stare at them incredulously and shake my head, not believing what I was hearing, and decide to turn around. I walked out of the room and tried to put the scene behind me, but it was playing on repeat in my head.

I was to give this man my virginal body tonight after I had discovered him having sex with the woman who I trusted above anyone else. The worst part was that I had no say in the matter. Dario takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. Afterwards, we enter the wedding reception again in silence.

***

Dante

Sienna had just caught me fucking her cousin, and it was right in time, too. The broken look in her eyes was enough to make me cum all over this whore in front of me. Carmella walks toward me and slips her arms around my waist.

“Now we can be together, she knows.” She says, and I shake my head at this.

There was seriously no honour amongst members in The Outfit, the fact that this girl was so easily swayed by me proved it. All it took was a few whispers, and Carmella was more than ready to betray the woman she deemed her sister. What a pathetic family.

I take her arms from around my waist and grip her wrists. “No.” That is all I say as I straighten my tie and cufflinks, and I see the confusion in her eyes.

“No? Why not? She already knows we love one another, Dante. You can leave her and we can finally be together.” Carmella drones on, and I cup her cheek with my hand before pressing down hard.

“Listen to me, you whore, Sienna is a Mafia Princess, soon to be my Queen. You are trash and will never compare to the likes of her or her beauty. I do not love you. You were a means to an end, a tool needed to hit Sienna where it hurt the most, and you were more than amenable to sell her out for a few sweet nothings whispered in your ear. You were the person she trusted the most, and now with that trust shattered, Sienna will feel like she has no one.” I say and see the tears welling up in her eyes; God, I hate a weak woman.

“You betrayed your own cousin for a pity fuck, and all I can say is that you and your family disgust me. Get out of my sight before I do something so much worse than grip your cheek.” I threaten her and see the tears flowing down her cheeks as the realisation hits her. She steps backwards, hurt evident in her eyes, and she turns around and runs out of the room.

Finally,

I dust off my pants and discard the used condom in the bin before heading back to my wedding. My plan was coming together gradually.