Sylvana Sienna held my hand and led me to Dante’s study. It was 7 pm and Abraham had left a few minutes ago. I’m not sure what awaited me in there, but I was prepared. “Don’t worry, Dante won’t do anything rash. He needs you now,” she says, trying to calm my heart. Trust Sienna to something like this. We reach a pair of huge oak doors and Sienna knocks three times before Dante’s voice came from the other side, telling us to enter. I follow her inside and notice that Dante was not alone; Domenico and the youngest brother, Dario, had joined as well. They look at us with surprise. “Dante, what the fuck?” Domenico asks when he sees me. It seems as though the older brother wasn’t as forthcoming as I had thought. Dante leans back in his chair and gestures for Sienna to come to him, letting her sit on his lap as soon as she gets there, then he whispers something in her ear and she nods. “Sylvana has something to tell us about Abraham Solanzo.” Dante starts, finally letting me know why I
Domenico I knew she had tricked me; I fucking knew it, but what I didn’t suspect was that I had been her target from the beginning. “Nico, pay attention for fuck sakes.” Dante’s voice bashes through my thoughts, and I look at him, nodding. “Sorry,” I say, and he continues with the plan. A week from now Sylvana would contact Abraham with a lie, saying we kept her here as a pet and would escape to meet him when she goes out with Sienna for coffee. She would make an excuse about needing the bathroom and meet him in the alleyway of the cafe. This would be where she would make him admit to everything she had told us. Only then would Dante and I walk out and execute him. “Agreed,” I say, and my brother dismisses us. “Nico, stay behind.” He says, and I cringe at his words. What was it now? He gestures to the chair opposite him when Dario leaves. “What made you decide to lie to me?” He says and the anger leaves my body; in its place was fear. I forgot his words earlier - he knew about Sy
Sylvana I am dazed by the sunlight creeping through the curtains when I open my eyes, but even more so by the heavy arm draped over my waist. Looking down, I see Domenico’s tattooed hands and blush - oh. Flashes of last night play over in my mind; my submission, his head in between my legs, the belts... The way he handled my body was nothing short of pure ecstasy, and it made me wonder why I rejected the way he made me feel. But now… what would happen now that Dante knew we had been pretending? Would he clamp down on Domenico or make him disrespect and debase me? God, we didn’t think this through. What if Dante decides to finally get rid of me now? Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick. I slowly removed his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of the bed, noticing that I was still naked. Rushing to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature before I get in. My mind drifts back to Dante’s words; “If you succeed in this, and only then, will I accept you as
Sylvana I’m standing outside Dante’s office, waiting to be let in. He’s been in there for a while now, along with his two brothers and consigliere, the one who married Domenico and me. I hope they hurry it up because the bodyguards they’ve stationed to guard me have been leering at me this entire time. This is understandable - to them, I am the enemy. “Do you think the boss would mind if we slap this ‘Ndrangheta bitch around while we wait?” “Nah, she deserves it.” I hear the discussion between the two of them, and my entire body freezes up. They better hurry up in there before I get murdered out here. As if they answered my prayers, the door in front of me suddenly opens and Domenico gestures for me to come inside. Breathing a sigh of relief, I nod and walk inside, ready to face whatever Dante had in mind for me. As usual, he was seated at his desk in the middle of the room. Dario flanked him to the left and his consigliere, Alessandro, was to his right. Domenico was standing next
Domenico I don’t understand it. Why am I so upset? Dante has given me a way to be with Sylvana without prejudice, and here I am worrying about… what exactly? Staring aimlessly at the car project Sienna got me for Christmas, I decided to walk towards it and get my mind off things. Or at least try to. “Wanna talk about it?” The last person I wanted to see right now stood behind me; my brother, my Capo, and also the bane of my existence. I turn around to face him and as soon as our eyes met, my anger was quickly replaced by confusion because standing behind me was not a fierce mafia boss - but one who oozed guilt. I shake my head and answer honestly, “Not particularly.” Then I resume what I could only explain as imaginary work. This was not a good time for the two of us to be in the same room together. I fear I might just snap and do something I would regret later. Why was I so worked up? Why did I have this feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach? Dante walks towards where I sto
Sylvana Domenico stares at me as if I could disappear right then and there. “Please stop looking at me like that. I can do this.” I tell him for the hundredth time, but all he does is stare at me the same way. No matter what I say or do, he still looks at me as if it was the last time he would see me. We were in our bedroom the night before I was supposed to meet with Abraham in town. I was ready for it, pumped up and excited to be of use to the family, but being around Domenico now made me doubt myself. He’s been sulking like this since the week before and not even a talk with Dante eased him and it was starting to piss me off. “Fine! I’ll call it off if that is what you want then they will never accept me as a Dragonetti and we will never be together.” I say and storm off towards the terrace, but he pulls me back by my wrist. “Let go of me, Domenico. You got your wish.” I say and try to pull my wrist out of his grasp, but I knew the act was futile. When I turn around to face him,
Sylvana Half an hour has passed, and we’ve not managed to catch up with Capobastone Falcone or the rest of the ‘Ndrangheta at all. Dante wasn’t losing his shit, and it was confusing the hell out of me; they took Sienna and were doing God knows what to her right now. Why wasn’t he freaking out like I was?! I’ve heard the rumors of Falcone’s treatment of women, especially enemy women, and if the rumors were true, then Sienna would be dead by sundown. “What happened to the men who you put up to watch and guard her?” I had asked, and suddenly all eyes were on me. Dante frowned at the question as if he never thought to ask it before I did. “There were two men with us when we entered. I didn’t see them when we returned from the back, Dante.” I said, remembering my thoughts of that moment and how it felt strange for them to be missing along with her. Domenico went to look for them and found them dead in an alleyway a block from the cafe. Why would Abraham call the Capobastone, anyway? He
Domenico “Sylvana, get down!” I exclaimed, raising my gun and shoving my wife behind an SUV.FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! How did this happen? They didn’t know that we were following them, and yet they still prepared themselves for an ambush. As soon as we snuck up to their loading dock, they opened fire: Dante went down after being shot in the side, Sylvana got shot in her leg and they still fucking had Sienna. What the hell are we going to do?! This is a bloodbath! “Nico,” I hear Dante calling me from his hiding spot a few feet away from me. “Stop freaking out - Dario is on his way with his men. We need to keep calm and until then get as many of those fuckers as we can.” I nod, the fog lifting from my thoughts at my brother’s words. He’s right, there is no point in freaking out right now and we need to take down as many of these assholes as we can. They declared war by taking the Dragonetti Queen and would pay in blood. But first I needed to do something, so I knelt next to my wife and pull
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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