I slide into the passenger seat with full intentions to be silent and pretend this never happened the whole time. But of course, with Cas, this isn't possible. As soon as I get in the car he turns to me with a furious expression written all over his face. “What. The. Fuck. Elena” he growls sounding all the more angry than he looks. “Out of all the clubs in the city you choose Roman Fucking Russo, just begging for attention now are you?”. I return the same tone because who does he think he's talking to like that, “first of all I didn't know it was his club and secondly I don't have to beg for anything, not attention and sure as hell not from him.” I say sounding just as offended as I feel. “You think i wanted to run into him, see him or even talk to him,” i say sounding as defeated as I feel, “that man shattered me whole and left the pieces for me to clean up,” I say now shaking with anger and hurt “if you think I want anything to do with that son of bitch you are crazy he can go die in a ditch and I'll celebrate,” I say finally let the tear that's been threatening to fall slip. My brother looks at me with a look I know all too well, the same expression he wore when he came into my room 3 years ago to tell me cancer took our mother.
He's always been good at being calm and collected which helped me, the days when it became too much I cried hard and long he was there with a shoulder for me to cry on. Stone-faced my brother is the definition of strong, he never complained, yelled, or punished me. After my mother died I became insufferable skipping school and knocking doors off hinges. I was unhinged but instead of punishing me for my actions my brother simply asked me to talk to him. From there I broke down, confessing every weight on my shoulders and heart and the aching empty feeling stuck on my soul. I've never felt emotional pain so strong before, it hit me so deep and hard I could feel it physically like a permanent piece of me was carved out of me. And slowly with the help of Syd and Cas, they restored a part of me I didn't think was possible. So seeing him look at me now with such despair and pity I can't take it. “Just take me home okay” I say with my head down. Deciding not to pick this fight he simply nods and puts the car in drive.
Later that night I lay in bed, I sent Syd a text explaining the situation like always she understood. Being one of the Capos' daughters, most people run, especially the guys. Papa pretty much has a big fat sign on my back that says “Don't touch, saving for marriage”. He keeps tabs on me at all times even in his absence, he knows who I'm with, when I'm with them. Sometimes I'll catch one of his security guys spying on me and give them a piece of my mind which they report as well but there is nothing I can do about it.
My brother doesnt get the same treatment as me, he is training to be a capo of New York so that comes with a lot of freedom and prostitutes. Okay, just freedom but my brother does partake quite frequently in the other as well, trust me I know as I live with him and have gotten my shampoo stolen a countless amount of times. He doesn't exactly agree with Papa’s ways but he knows his role and mine as well. I'm to be married off to the most fitted suitor meaning who will be the best business partner to my brother and Papa. “No man wants another's leftovers,” Papa tells me over our “monthly” phone calls. There are not many things I can keep from him but one I have gotten away with has been medical school. Typically in our world, a woman is an accessory, something you take to an event and use to bring heirs into the world but a working woman in the mafia is unheard of, it would be taken as blatant disrespect.
After my mother died I obsessed over what could have been, if we had gotten the help she needed in time. My Dream has always been to open a free healthcare clinic because I couldn't imagine someone else having the same fate as my mother. I've secretly enrolled in medical school for the last 3 years and would love to pursue a career in the medical industry but this is virtually impossible. With my luck, I'm going to be married off to the highest bidder within the next 2 years.
I roll onto my side still in my dress and bring my knees up to my chest and sob.
Roman
I toss the paperweight in between my hands, the overwhelming urge to stab it through the man sitting across from me neck. “ I’ll double-check with my men but this is all probably a mistake” Stumbling over his words Danill stares back at me waiting for a reaction, I give none. Removing my gun from its holster I lay it across my lap picking up a towel from my desk and cleaning it off.
Danill stares at me then the gun gets what I'm implying and quickly recovers, “ I will get the traitors to you immediately”. I sit up and pin him with a stare, “the don would have skinned you and put your head on a stick already” I say in all seriousness. He stares back at me getting what I'm referencing, “so consider this a favor” I say leaning back. “Mr. Russo with all due respect–”
“Unless of course, you would prefer for your wife and children to see you that way”. He swallows glances at the door and back at me, “yes a favor” he says extending his hand towards me, i take and grip firm, “don't make me regret it Volkov” I hiss.
I walk down the stairwell gripping the banister, I can hear the commotion coming from my brother's office but I know better than to eavesdrop. Nothing good comes from that in this life. I continue my descent down to the kitchen, Gretchen is here with a sweet grin plastered on her face and she sways to the song streaming from the radio. If graceful was a word it would be her, she in her sage green apron with black pants and slippers on. When she sees me entering she says, “Good Morning Sweetheart” dusting her hands on her apron and reaching for my hand. I grab hers as she leads me to the breakfast nook, “What will it be today, oatmeal or pancakes”. She says releasing me to go towards the stove, “With the week I had both, please”. She makes her way back towards me placing a bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal and blueberry pancakes on a plate, “I thought you'd say that” she says with a smirk while setting them down before me and grabbing a cup of apple juice and setting that down as well. Or
My father blows out a puff of smoke as he continues to chuckle with Nicolis Ricci, one of his–our men. “He played that boy like a violin,” my father says, coughing out a hard laugh, and hitting his chest. Nicolis laughs too, hard and says, “You would think he'd seen it coming, Malcolm never liked that family” he chuckles leaning back in the chair–my chair.They're sitting across from me in my home office, my father came over under the pretense of wanting to talk but just instead shoved a bunch of folders of suitable women for me. He says, “I'm getting older and my good looks are running out” and that I need to find a wife, and random hookups aren't going to cut it anymore as if he stopped having random hookups when he married my mother. I ignored him as usual because none, including my father, tells me when to get stuff done. When he finally gave up he invited Nicolis and has been sitting here laughing at Caspers's situation. Being in the mafia word gets around quickly, being Casper's
RomanHer sage green eyes stare back into mine, she looks as dumbfounded as ever, the expression on her face is almost enough to calm the raging storm fighting inside me urging me to decapitate her brother. He been whining like a little bitch the whole afternoon we attended two meetings this morning, one i would usually attend by myself but deciding to make an attempt at being a good human being and bring Casper along so he could get a better outlook on the current ongoing pressings matter in the mafia and maybe find a solution to his own problems. Big. Fucking. Mistake. During the meeting he found out Agosti found a new buyer and was fucking furious. I can see where he could be furious but whining about it wont change anything, he should be figuring out his next move because right now he's looking really vulnerable. “I'm gonna kill someone !” he yells the sounds echoing in the primarily open foyer which i haven't seen in a while. It's been 6 years since I visited this house, not mu
Elena I inhale deeply my reflection staring back at me. Those mossy green eyes speckled with dark spots, my thick eyebrows and the defiant curl that always manages to slip out. I'm wearing a red deep maroon lipstick today to go with my black slip on dress which has a v-neck rimmed in lace . I picked a pair of diamond encrusted earrings to pair with the outfit. Half of my hair is pinned back and the other is let down to show them off. I think I'm ready but then again how ready can you be to get sold off to a man you don't even know. The greater good i think to myself this is all for the greater good, Casper will be safe, for now at least until he digs himself into some knee dip shit in a few months. This- this is worth it, I can be the housewife Alessandro needs me to be. What might that even consist of cooking, cleaning? I can do that–I will do it. And when the time comes on our wedding night I will pretend he is someone else, someone with crystal blue eyes and sandy br– focus Elena
ElenaThe once comforting, loving eyes I used to admire as a little girl are gone, replaced by cold, deadly piercing green ones. The father I haven't seen in years who prioritizes his work trip over his children. The sadness that threatened to overpower is quickly replaced with sheer anger. I start to tremble with pure rage, rage that not even Roman Russo could bring out of me. Because here stands before me is the two men who completely broke my heart.RomanIt is not often-or ever that I am proven wrong but I was highly mistaken when I thought getting Marco De Santo here to show up for his children would be easy. He gave me a million-and-one reasons why he couldnt make it which is pretty fucking pitiful if you ask me, having an offspring just to abandon them is beyond me. Elena’s sage green eyes stare back at her father so much hatred and rage in them it excites me. For once I’m not the cause for it which feels pretty damn good, a feeling I won't look into. Casper is spewing some bu
ElenaLife can change in the blink of an eye, one second you can be having the time of your life and the next your life can feel like it's over. Being a family in the Mafia, this is embedded in me already. I thought I was ready for anything that came at me tonight but nothing could prepare me for what just happened.I pace the length of my bedroom once again, this cannot be happening. The one man in the world I wanted and couldn't have comes back into the picture with the ultimatum of a lifetime. If I don't agree Casper is doomed but if I do so am i. I fall back onto my bed, place a hand on my racing heart, just breathe Elena, I was sent up here to start packing because apparently I'm supposed to move in with that monster. My next breath catches and before I can stop it a sob slips out. My life has been a series of unfortunate events: Romans rejections, mothers passing, my father's disappearance, I am a walking bomb about to tick off any minute. I hate Roman Russo. He is intent on rui
ElenaI lean my head against the cool window and squeeze my eyes shut. I've convinced myself if I don't open them this hasn't really happened. This was all just a bad dream, one I will laugh at how silly it was soon enough. But when a bump sends me flying forward reality snaps back into place.I brace my hands on the dashboard as the car evens out again and glare at the crystal eyed demon beside me. “Tryna kill me already” I say and settle back into my seat not forgetting to secure my seat belt this time.He expertly makes a turn spinning the wheel with his palm braced on the top, just the sight makes my stomach clench with a feeling I would not like to explore. Snap out of it Elena. He glances at me then looks back toward the road, “By crashing ?” he asks and then lets out a short laugh satan would use, “Of course not that would put me at risk and far too messy this light leather would never get clean, I would simply do it somewhere remote off the grid where none can hear you scream.
Elena The house is beautiful. It is without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It looks as if a farm style house and Mediterranean style house had a baby. It is devastatingly beautiful and I am so envious of it. I shouldn’t like it, I shouldn't like anything associated with this walking demon of a man. The car door opens drawing me from my thoughts. I turn to see Roman standing there. There's his hand on the car handle, a boreed expression on his face.I exit the car without thanking him and walk towards the front door while he circles the car to get to the trunk. I refuse to stare at his firm ass. Admiring the door and its golden hinges with beautiful expensive exterior the door opens scaring me shitless. A man wearing a simple classy clothed with primarily grey hair and thick spectacles on his nose. Who the hell is this ?”Hello Mrs. De Santo welcome to the Russo estate, My name is Linch Alfred” he waves me inside the house and I sneak a peek back to see Roman tryin
ElenaMaybe it was the collision and my brain was still a bit fuzzy because when I looked back up at Roman again he looked like a fallen angel.Granted I probably have never gotten up this close to him, definitely not close enough to smell the aftershave and cologne he wears. Maybe it was always there but I was too entranced in his eyes to notice.Crystal blue and glaring at me as if I kicked his pet puppy, quickly becoming aware of our intense staring battle I look away.He breaks the silence, his voice gruff and annoyed, nothing new.“Are you always in such a rush, Sunshine ?”I look back at him again, this fucker had some audacity.“Only when I'm trying to get away from you” I say with a sweet smile I know will only anger him more.“And look where you ended up,” he smirked, and stalked past me towards the door.I don't know why but I wasn't necessarily thrilled with the idea of him leaving again. Damn I must have hit my head pretty hard.“Aw, did I scare you off ?” I mock him fold
ElenaI groan when a cool breeze disturbs my warmth. I nestle further into the warm blanket until the breeze comes once again. I sit upright pissed and glance towards the right where I felt the breeze coming. The window is open, weird. I don't remember opening it last night. I reluctantly get out of bed and make my way towards the window, shutting it close. Damn freezing, I'm up now. No matter how much I hate Roman I cant lie that fucker has comfy linen.The past day hasn't fully settled in and maybe that's for the best, I can't afford to self-destruct right now. I have too much on the line with Casper and now Father, when did my life go to shit. Oh I know when my mother decided to go ahead and die.Mentally cursing myself and realizing I need a distraction I decide to get ready for the day. And the lords know I need all the preparation I can get for the day.45 minutes later Im showered and feeling absolutely famished. After Roman's pissy mood last night I didn't bother leaving the
Elena The house is beautiful. It is without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It looks as if a farm style house and Mediterranean style house had a baby. It is devastatingly beautiful and I am so envious of it. I shouldn’t like it, I shouldn't like anything associated with this walking demon of a man. The car door opens drawing me from my thoughts. I turn to see Roman standing there. There's his hand on the car handle, a boreed expression on his face.I exit the car without thanking him and walk towards the front door while he circles the car to get to the trunk. I refuse to stare at his firm ass. Admiring the door and its golden hinges with beautiful expensive exterior the door opens scaring me shitless. A man wearing a simple classy clothed with primarily grey hair and thick spectacles on his nose. Who the hell is this ?”Hello Mrs. De Santo welcome to the Russo estate, My name is Linch Alfred” he waves me inside the house and I sneak a peek back to see Roman tryin
ElenaI lean my head against the cool window and squeeze my eyes shut. I've convinced myself if I don't open them this hasn't really happened. This was all just a bad dream, one I will laugh at how silly it was soon enough. But when a bump sends me flying forward reality snaps back into place.I brace my hands on the dashboard as the car evens out again and glare at the crystal eyed demon beside me. “Tryna kill me already” I say and settle back into my seat not forgetting to secure my seat belt this time.He expertly makes a turn spinning the wheel with his palm braced on the top, just the sight makes my stomach clench with a feeling I would not like to explore. Snap out of it Elena. He glances at me then looks back toward the road, “By crashing ?” he asks and then lets out a short laugh satan would use, “Of course not that would put me at risk and far too messy this light leather would never get clean, I would simply do it somewhere remote off the grid where none can hear you scream.
ElenaLife can change in the blink of an eye, one second you can be having the time of your life and the next your life can feel like it's over. Being a family in the Mafia, this is embedded in me already. I thought I was ready for anything that came at me tonight but nothing could prepare me for what just happened.I pace the length of my bedroom once again, this cannot be happening. The one man in the world I wanted and couldn't have comes back into the picture with the ultimatum of a lifetime. If I don't agree Casper is doomed but if I do so am i. I fall back onto my bed, place a hand on my racing heart, just breathe Elena, I was sent up here to start packing because apparently I'm supposed to move in with that monster. My next breath catches and before I can stop it a sob slips out. My life has been a series of unfortunate events: Romans rejections, mothers passing, my father's disappearance, I am a walking bomb about to tick off any minute. I hate Roman Russo. He is intent on rui
ElenaThe once comforting, loving eyes I used to admire as a little girl are gone, replaced by cold, deadly piercing green ones. The father I haven't seen in years who prioritizes his work trip over his children. The sadness that threatened to overpower is quickly replaced with sheer anger. I start to tremble with pure rage, rage that not even Roman Russo could bring out of me. Because here stands before me is the two men who completely broke my heart.RomanIt is not often-or ever that I am proven wrong but I was highly mistaken when I thought getting Marco De Santo here to show up for his children would be easy. He gave me a million-and-one reasons why he couldnt make it which is pretty fucking pitiful if you ask me, having an offspring just to abandon them is beyond me. Elena’s sage green eyes stare back at her father so much hatred and rage in them it excites me. For once I’m not the cause for it which feels pretty damn good, a feeling I won't look into. Casper is spewing some bu
Elena I inhale deeply my reflection staring back at me. Those mossy green eyes speckled with dark spots, my thick eyebrows and the defiant curl that always manages to slip out. I'm wearing a red deep maroon lipstick today to go with my black slip on dress which has a v-neck rimmed in lace . I picked a pair of diamond encrusted earrings to pair with the outfit. Half of my hair is pinned back and the other is let down to show them off. I think I'm ready but then again how ready can you be to get sold off to a man you don't even know. The greater good i think to myself this is all for the greater good, Casper will be safe, for now at least until he digs himself into some knee dip shit in a few months. This- this is worth it, I can be the housewife Alessandro needs me to be. What might that even consist of cooking, cleaning? I can do that–I will do it. And when the time comes on our wedding night I will pretend he is someone else, someone with crystal blue eyes and sandy br– focus Elena
RomanHer sage green eyes stare back into mine, she looks as dumbfounded as ever, the expression on her face is almost enough to calm the raging storm fighting inside me urging me to decapitate her brother. He been whining like a little bitch the whole afternoon we attended two meetings this morning, one i would usually attend by myself but deciding to make an attempt at being a good human being and bring Casper along so he could get a better outlook on the current ongoing pressings matter in the mafia and maybe find a solution to his own problems. Big. Fucking. Mistake. During the meeting he found out Agosti found a new buyer and was fucking furious. I can see where he could be furious but whining about it wont change anything, he should be figuring out his next move because right now he's looking really vulnerable. “I'm gonna kill someone !” he yells the sounds echoing in the primarily open foyer which i haven't seen in a while. It's been 6 years since I visited this house, not mu
My father blows out a puff of smoke as he continues to chuckle with Nicolis Ricci, one of his–our men. “He played that boy like a violin,” my father says, coughing out a hard laugh, and hitting his chest. Nicolis laughs too, hard and says, “You would think he'd seen it coming, Malcolm never liked that family” he chuckles leaning back in the chair–my chair.They're sitting across from me in my home office, my father came over under the pretense of wanting to talk but just instead shoved a bunch of folders of suitable women for me. He says, “I'm getting older and my good looks are running out” and that I need to find a wife, and random hookups aren't going to cut it anymore as if he stopped having random hookups when he married my mother. I ignored him as usual because none, including my father, tells me when to get stuff done. When he finally gave up he invited Nicolis and has been sitting here laughing at Caspers's situation. Being in the mafia word gets around quickly, being Casper's