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Mr Mafia is my husband A taste
Vito's POV:Sometimes I really hated Akira. Somehow she had coerced me into staying at her apartment for three days after we left the mansion together on the day of the meeting. That's why I was a little bit nervous to see Gia when I came back home. It was a very unfamiliar feeling.It was midday when I returned home. The house was dead quiet as always, and both Gia and Brunella were nowhere to be found. "Brunella?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen. She came out running out of the laundry room with a basket in her hands. "Salve signore, come sta? (Hello sir. How are you?)" She greeted me with a polite smile."Bene (good). Where's Gia?" I asked immediately. "She's out by the pool, signore."I nodded as I went outside by the back french doors. I circled the pool but she wasn't there. I went back inside and looked for her in her room. She wasn't there either. Suddenly I heard her sweet laughter coming from downstairs so I hurried over. She was in the living room, in front of
Mr Mafia is my husband The mother
Gia's POV:A week had passed since my incident with Vito, yet I still felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I only left my room when he wasn't at home, which was most of the time. I couldn't bring myself to face him after what had happened. I hated myself for the way my body reacted to his.. I hated myself even more for actually cumming in his mouth. But the person I hated more than myself was him. He took advantage of my vulnerability and loneliness. Even though I was avoiding him, it's not like he had gone out of his was to talk to me either. He had just gone back to pretending I didn't exist. My phone suddenly vibrated under my pillow. I pulled it out and answered the unknown number. "Good day, Gia. This Kelsey from the University of California. I've noticed that you were accepted about two months ago but we haven't gotten any kind of response from you."My eyes widened as I sat upright. "Hello, Kelsey. I had absolutely no idea that I was accepted. Thank you much but...I moved
Mr Mafia is my husband Not a date
Vito's POV: This little girl thought she was untouchable or fucking special, but she wasn't. I was going to fuck her, one way or the other. It would be much easier now that she was sharing her room with me. For now, I'd be the gentleman and take her to dinner. She was my wife after all. I tapped my foot in frustration. Why was she taking so damn long to get ready? Suddenly, when I looked up at the stairs Gia was coming down. Fuck was she a sight. She wore a tiny black dress and heels. Her lips were painted in red, and her hair was straightened, swaying with every step she took. She looked...beautiful. "Took you long enough," I grumbled as she stood in front of me. She pouted, but said nothing. We drove to my favorite restaurant in town, a low key place that wasn't even that fancy or expensive. My mother used to take me there when I was younger."Mr Armani," I was immediately greeted at the door by a short dark haired woman with a pleasant smile. She glanced at Gia. "Welcome. Table
Mr Mafia is my husband Last night
I peeled my eyes open as I rolled around. The bed was too warm, and the sheets stuck to my skin. A loud groan eascaped my lips. I felt completely exhausted, even if I had just woken up. My eyes lingered to my side where Vito laid peacefully, shirtless with black pants. Fucking hell. His abs and muscles gave him a sculptured look. I laid back down, watching him, not in a creepy-stalker-way, but in more of a maybe-he's-not-so-bad-way. I hardly remembered a single thing that had happened the previous night. I knew for a fact I had probably irritated the shit out of him, but that's okay. It was his fault I had that much to drink anyway. I pulled the duvet off me, getting up, but stopped in horror when I realized that I was naked. I still had my panties on, but who knew what the testa di cazzo (dickhead) had done to me? I gasped as I immediately covered my body, looking back at Vito.The son of a bitch fucking raped me. I didn't feel any pain, however, aside from a slight headache which
Mr Mafia is my husband Hatred
I watched Massimo bite into his steak and cheese sandwich, closing his eyes in delight to savour the taste. "Don't stare," he suddenly chuckled. "It's rude."I rolled my eyes, my lips curving into a smile. "It's only rude when I do it, but everybody else does it," I pointed out as I turned to look around the restaurant. All the women were gawking at him, but he didn't seem to mind. I looked back at him, and he just smiled innocently. "The difference between you and them is that I could have any of them if I wanted to," he leaned forward, "but you, you're the forbidden fruit. Reserved for my brother."I scoffed, ignoring the blush that crept onto my cheeks. "Yeah I'm reserved alright."Massimo leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Trouble in paradise?""It was never paradise to begin with," I shook my head. "That's what happens when you take two strangers and force them together. He's sleeping with this girl, Akira. I bet he's with her right now."Massimo nodded
Mr Mafia is my husband Day one
It was Massimo who dropped me off at school on my first day. I sat in the back seat of his Rolls Royce beside him as we arrived at the University of Milan. I could see some students looking at the car as it passed by them, seemingly impressed. I sank into my seat, suddenly so nervous it made my stomach hurt. “What’s wrong?” Massimo looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. “Che cosa, sei malato? (Are you sick?)”I bit my lip as I couldn’t help but blush. He was just too good looking. Too perfect. Just like his brother. Curse the Armani brothers. The one I desperately wanted to want me didn’t. The one who wanted me I couldn’t have. Fucking hell. I stared into Massimo's deep eyes, lost.Shaking my head, I snapped out of it, clearing my throat, trying to shake the thought out of my head. “I’m fine. Just a little nervous, “ I admitted. Massimo scoffed with a surprised chuckle. “Nervous? Sei bellissima (You look amazing).”I glanced down at my designer mini black dress with beautiful
Mr Mafia is my husband Sushi
As the days went by, school was getting a little bit better. Everything was done for me, and teachers went to extreme lengths for my comfort. I found myself actually growing to like the attention I attracted everywhere I went. It was nice to be treated like royalty. Back in America I had just been another student. Here I was the student. "Gia!" Allegra called out as she raced to my side at the cafeteria door. I smiled at her as she grinned me. She was like a golden retriever. She just wanted to be petted. Allegra was the only person who called me by name. She was the only person who felt no sense of boundaries from saying or doing whatever she wanted with me and I liked it. Although it was nice getting royalty type of treatment, it was also nice to have someone who looked and talked to me like a normal person. She adjusted her massive red glasses. "What should I get for you?" Allegra beamed as she waited for my answer. She dressed like a grandma. Or a cat lady. Oversized think woo
Mr Mafia is my husband Carats
I stared at my reflection the mirror, stunned. I looked...beautiful. I felt beautiful. My hair was tied up into a sleek high ponytail with a side part swoop decorated with rhinestones. My makeup was minimal and natural but elegant. The dress Vito had chosen was very simple; a tight ankle length white dress that hugged my body, shaping my figure. It was strapless, because around my neck sat the auction's most prized possession.I was aware that I was merely a mannequin to display the necklace, but I was a very pretty looking mannequin. I wore very light makeup, little diamond studs and a plain white dress with white heels because the necklace was meant to stand out. My mother entered the room and gasped at the sight of me. I turned to her with a slight smile. "Cara, you look beautiful!," she exclaimed. I looked back into the mirror and nodded agreeably. Once the makeup artist did a few more touch-ups and was satisfied, I went downstairs with mamma. Vito was waiting for me in the lo
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Mr Mafia is my husband Draft
Malina introduced me to all her acquaintances; mafia wives, high class socialites, assistants to the mafia; everyone. These women looked at me as if I was their idol, asking me all about my life, but in a very respectful manner. There was nothing colorful to tell, of course. I was invited to several luncheons and high teas which really flattered me. I guess I really was a big deal now. Suddenly everyone thought Vito was the perfect husband because of the necklace. I was shocked, still grateful, but that didn't make our marriage any better. I ended up enjoying myself a bit at the auction. Cassio personally invited me to his after party which I politely declined because I thought Vito would want to leave. "Have you seen Vito?" I asked Malina as I had looked all around the ballroom. Malina shook her head, taking a sip of her champagne. "No, i haven't. You don't see him?""No. He just vanished."I was about to go off looking for him outside when Malina stopped me. "Honey, don't worry a
Mr Mafia is my husband Carats
I stared at my reflection the mirror, stunned. I looked...beautiful. I felt beautiful. My hair was tied up into a sleek high ponytail with a side part swoop decorated with rhinestones. My makeup was minimal and natural but elegant. The dress Vito had chosen was very simple; a tight ankle length white dress that hugged my body, shaping my figure. It was strapless, because around my neck sat the auction's most prized possession.I was aware that I was merely a mannequin to display the necklace, but I was a very pretty looking mannequin. I wore very light makeup, little diamond studs and a plain white dress with white heels because the necklace was meant to stand out. My mother entered the room and gasped at the sight of me. I turned to her with a slight smile. "Cara, you look beautiful!," she exclaimed. I looked back into the mirror and nodded agreeably. Once the makeup artist did a few more touch-ups and was satisfied, I went downstairs with mamma. Vito was waiting for me in the lo
Mr Mafia is my husband Sushi
As the days went by, school was getting a little bit better. Everything was done for me, and teachers went to extreme lengths for my comfort. I found myself actually growing to like the attention I attracted everywhere I went. It was nice to be treated like royalty. Back in America I had just been another student. Here I was the student. "Gia!" Allegra called out as she raced to my side at the cafeteria door. I smiled at her as she grinned me. She was like a golden retriever. She just wanted to be petted. Allegra was the only person who called me by name. She was the only person who felt no sense of boundaries from saying or doing whatever she wanted with me and I liked it. Although it was nice getting royalty type of treatment, it was also nice to have someone who looked and talked to me like a normal person. She adjusted her massive red glasses. "What should I get for you?" Allegra beamed as she waited for my answer. She dressed like a grandma. Or a cat lady. Oversized think woo
Mr Mafia is my husband Day one
It was Massimo who dropped me off at school on my first day. I sat in the back seat of his Rolls Royce beside him as we arrived at the University of Milan. I could see some students looking at the car as it passed by them, seemingly impressed. I sank into my seat, suddenly so nervous it made my stomach hurt. “What’s wrong?” Massimo looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. “Che cosa, sei malato? (Are you sick?)”I bit my lip as I couldn’t help but blush. He was just too good looking. Too perfect. Just like his brother. Curse the Armani brothers. The one I desperately wanted to want me didn’t. The one who wanted me I couldn’t have. Fucking hell. I stared into Massimo's deep eyes, lost.Shaking my head, I snapped out of it, clearing my throat, trying to shake the thought out of my head. “I’m fine. Just a little nervous, “ I admitted. Massimo scoffed with a surprised chuckle. “Nervous? Sei bellissima (You look amazing).”I glanced down at my designer mini black dress with beautiful
Mr Mafia is my husband Hatred
I watched Massimo bite into his steak and cheese sandwich, closing his eyes in delight to savour the taste. "Don't stare," he suddenly chuckled. "It's rude."I rolled my eyes, my lips curving into a smile. "It's only rude when I do it, but everybody else does it," I pointed out as I turned to look around the restaurant. All the women were gawking at him, but he didn't seem to mind. I looked back at him, and he just smiled innocently. "The difference between you and them is that I could have any of them if I wanted to," he leaned forward, "but you, you're the forbidden fruit. Reserved for my brother."I scoffed, ignoring the blush that crept onto my cheeks. "Yeah I'm reserved alright."Massimo leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Trouble in paradise?""It was never paradise to begin with," I shook my head. "That's what happens when you take two strangers and force them together. He's sleeping with this girl, Akira. I bet he's with her right now."Massimo nodded
Mr Mafia is my husband Last night
I peeled my eyes open as I rolled around. The bed was too warm, and the sheets stuck to my skin. A loud groan eascaped my lips. I felt completely exhausted, even if I had just woken up. My eyes lingered to my side where Vito laid peacefully, shirtless with black pants. Fucking hell. His abs and muscles gave him a sculptured look. I laid back down, watching him, not in a creepy-stalker-way, but in more of a maybe-he's-not-so-bad-way. I hardly remembered a single thing that had happened the previous night. I knew for a fact I had probably irritated the shit out of him, but that's okay. It was his fault I had that much to drink anyway. I pulled the duvet off me, getting up, but stopped in horror when I realized that I was naked. I still had my panties on, but who knew what the testa di cazzo (dickhead) had done to me? I gasped as I immediately covered my body, looking back at Vito.The son of a bitch fucking raped me. I didn't feel any pain, however, aside from a slight headache which
Mr Mafia is my husband Not a date
Vito's POV: This little girl thought she was untouchable or fucking special, but she wasn't. I was going to fuck her, one way or the other. It would be much easier now that she was sharing her room with me. For now, I'd be the gentleman and take her to dinner. She was my wife after all. I tapped my foot in frustration. Why was she taking so damn long to get ready? Suddenly, when I looked up at the stairs Gia was coming down. Fuck was she a sight. She wore a tiny black dress and heels. Her lips were painted in red, and her hair was straightened, swaying with every step she took. She looked...beautiful. "Took you long enough," I grumbled as she stood in front of me. She pouted, but said nothing. We drove to my favorite restaurant in town, a low key place that wasn't even that fancy or expensive. My mother used to take me there when I was younger."Mr Armani," I was immediately greeted at the door by a short dark haired woman with a pleasant smile. She glanced at Gia. "Welcome. Table
Mr Mafia is my husband The mother
Gia's POV:A week had passed since my incident with Vito, yet I still felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I only left my room when he wasn't at home, which was most of the time. I couldn't bring myself to face him after what had happened. I hated myself for the way my body reacted to his.. I hated myself even more for actually cumming in his mouth. But the person I hated more than myself was him. He took advantage of my vulnerability and loneliness. Even though I was avoiding him, it's not like he had gone out of his was to talk to me either. He had just gone back to pretending I didn't exist. My phone suddenly vibrated under my pillow. I pulled it out and answered the unknown number. "Good day, Gia. This Kelsey from the University of California. I've noticed that you were accepted about two months ago but we haven't gotten any kind of response from you."My eyes widened as I sat upright. "Hello, Kelsey. I had absolutely no idea that I was accepted. Thank you much but...I moved
Mr Mafia is my husband A taste
Vito's POV:Sometimes I really hated Akira. Somehow she had coerced me into staying at her apartment for three days after we left the mansion together on the day of the meeting. That's why I was a little bit nervous to see Gia when I came back home. It was a very unfamiliar feeling.It was midday when I returned home. The house was dead quiet as always, and both Gia and Brunella were nowhere to be found. "Brunella?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen. She came out running out of the laundry room with a basket in her hands. "Salve signore, come sta? (Hello sir. How are you?)" She greeted me with a polite smile."Bene (good). Where's Gia?" I asked immediately. "She's out by the pool, signore."I nodded as I went outside by the back french doors. I circled the pool but she wasn't there. I went back inside and looked for her in her room. She wasn't there either. Suddenly I heard her sweet laughter coming from downstairs so I hurried over. She was in the living room, in front of
