Violetta Calla stands next to me as we wait for our order. She’s on edge as she nervously plays with the black stethoscope around her neck. Her celine blue scrubs hide her coca cola shape figure as well as her nice sized breasts. I’ve been watching Violetta from an affair for years. Her father said she was to be my wife, and I want her to be my wife. I wanted to claim her when her father died but the DeLuca’s claimed her first. War isn’t something I wanted to start. Besides, she was only fourteen at the time and I was already eighteen. I figured it was best to let her be with them until I could reclaim her as mine.
Violetta going off on her own was a good thing. However, it was clear she was on a mission to separate herself from the mafia underworld. Nico gave her that space so I decided to respect it as well. I’ve been waiting for the right chance to approach and now it’s time to make my move. “You can relax, Violetta . I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.” I inform her.
“Fine, we get our food and go find a seat. You have ten minutes to convince me to keep speaking with you.” She firmly demands.
“Agree to your terms.” I reply.
Our order is called, and Violetta quickly walks over to grab her drink and food. Her ponytail bounces behind her. Violetta has beautiful wavey hazelnut brown hair that goes to her mid back, but she keeps it pulled back for work which I understand given her occupation. I follow suit in grabbing my part of our order and follow her to a secluded corner of the seating area for people to eat their purchased goods. We are sitting across from one another. I gaze into Violetta’s hazel eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even know it.
“Okay, ten minutes. Go.” Violetta says as she sips her mocha. The dark circles under her eyes indicate she’s over her shift. She usually is on the last day of her rotation.
“Look, I know I’m crashing your life, but you know you don’t have true freedom. I don’t know what Nico has planned for you, but I can tell you what I’d offer you if you decided to be my wife.” I propose, trying to gain her curiosity.
“You mafia, alpha males never let women have freedom. I’m not stupid. I know Nico is watching me. I’m sure he’s manipulated me from a far in ways I don’t even know.” She answers, taking a bite out of her breakfast sandwich.
“He got you this job.” I inform her.
“Of course he did. Why am I not surprised? So what do you want, Anthony? You want to come with you. Trust you? I don’t know you. I’m not even sure I can say I know Nico anymore either.My goal is to live separate from the mafia.” She firmly states.
“I know that asking you to trust me is a lot. It’s not fair that your father promised you to two different men. You don’t have a say, but I will give you a say. Can you tell me that Nico will offer you the same. To be his equal at his side?”
“I don’t know because I have seen him in five years. I haven’t spoken to him in years. Yes, my father has promised me to you and Nico without my knowledge or thoughts. You are here to collect just as Nico will eventually come to collect. The fact that you are here means Nico is planning to crash me solo party. You wanted to beat him to plead your case to me.” Violetta surmises. She is not stupid that’s for sure. She’s observant as hell. I’m honestly impressed right now that she pieced all that together so quickly.
“You would be correct. We both want to claim you, but ultimately you would have to choose. Unfortunately, if you don’t pick, Nico will force you back with him and I won’t be able to help you then.” I inform her.
“Why are you even fighting with Nico over me? I bet that’s what my dad wanted. I’m sure he planned to be alive when he finally would have you two fighting over me so he could strike. Much like I imagine the other underworld families are on to as well. I want to escape the underworld not be dragged back into it.” She keeps her stance. I figured she would
“You’re right, maybe we shouldn’t be fighting over you. You know you can’t escape the underworld. Not the way you truly want. Look, I’m trying to offer you a level of freedom to have your own life. Something you aren’t sure you can say about Nico.” I try to reason with her. “Think about it that’s all I’m asking you to do, and to take this.” I slide the burner phone to her.
Violetta takes the phone and quickly sticks it in her scrub shirt pocket. “Be honest, you stalked me as away to get to know me.l.” She firmly states as her eyes harden at me in disapproval.
I chuckle. “Sorry, Little Violet, I had to make sure you were safe. I wasn’t sure if the DeLuca’s were watching properly or not. Mario had many enemies, Little Violet. You need protection even when you don’t realize it. Just think about what I had to say and where you want to end up because at the end of the day you know you are going back to the underworld.”
I don’t want to push her too hard. I know I’m a stranger to her. I know I’m giving her something tough to think about. I also just broke her very blissful bubble. There’s also the fact that she is at work and I totally crashed her break. Leaving her is harder than I expected. I wanted to reach out and hold her hand or touch her in some way. There’s a connection between us or maybe I just want her to want me. I want someone to accept me.
I’m Don my family now but that only happened after I killed my father and made it look like natural causes. My mother was out of my life early on. My dad says she ran off with some soldier that worked the streets for my father. Do I believe him? Not one bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is dead and he killed her. Even when my mom was around she wanted nothing to do with me. She never wanted to be a mom, but she needed to give my father an heir and she got lucky that I was a boy on the first try. I’ve never had much acceptance from the people close to me. My soldiers and everyone who works for me accepts me, but they have to because they don’t want to end up dead. In my personal life Lorenzo is my best friend and second in command. Other than that I have no one. Perhaps that’s why I stalked Violetta in the first place. I wanted to feel connected to her. I can only hope she will give me a chance.
Sitting at my desk in my large office in the back of the casino looking over the books as I drink a very expensive bottle of Merlot while puffing on an expensive Italian cigar. It’s about four am. I’ll be leaving soon to go rest in the penthouse suite of the hotel that the casino is located in. That’s where I’ve been living since Violetta went off to do her own thing. I didn’t like the idea of her breaking free on her own, but I needed to let her spread her wings or my little dove would be a sad little caged bird. So, I let my little dove spread her wings and fly knowing one day I’d have her as my wife. I’m about to turn twenty-seven and I plan to bring my little dove back home for my birthday which is in exactly three months from today. There’s a huge party planned at the casino. All the guests will get to play on the house. It’s going to be a night to remember because that is the night I also plan to put a ring on my little dove’s finger. I have everything set in motion, and I’m an
I’m thrilled when my shift ends at seven am. I waste no time going to my locker, grabbing my things and hightailing it out the door. I take the bus to my little one-bedroom apartment in an average part of town. I try to avoid the wealthy part of the city and the not so wealthy part of the city. I find the average parts of the city are where I prefer to hideout. I have a cozy standard one-bedroom apartment with a bedroom, kitchen, full bath, and a living room. There’s also a small dining area that I have set up with a small table and one chair. My little apartment is my safe place. My mind is spinning, so I need my safe space so I can come down from the adrenaline pumping in my veins from tonight's shift.. Once I enter my apartment, I lock my door and drop my backpack by the front door before I kick my black sneakers off. I make my way to my bedroom and grab my cotton cream nightgown and a pair of fresh panties before I head to my bathroom. I pop on my shower, lay my clothes and fresh
I’m running on four hours of sleep, but I don’t care. I’m going to Violetta’s apartment. I hate where she lives, but of course she would pick some cheap, basic ass apartment complex to live in. Violetta has always been a stubborn dove. She would defy her father at every turn. Her mom died when she was young in some mafia involved violence, well, that’s what Mario claims. My theory is that Mario killed his wife because after Violetta was born, her mom started fooling around with one of the men under Mario. I don’t know all the details, and to ask my father about it now, I doubt I would get the truth. My father used to tell me everything. I was in on all his plans and secrets. Two years ago my father started to become paranoid that everyone was trying to kill him, even me, which at the time I thought was crazy. Over time, it’s gotten worse. I think he’s losing his mind from years of doing terrible deeds. My father has done some serious fucked up things that I never agreed with. My fath
My heart beats hard as paranoia begins to fuel my adrenaline. The first thing I do is grab the burner phone from my side dresser. Then I grab a pair of my skinny jeans with a red rose colored t-shirt before I grab a cotton black bra and pantie set. I dash to the bathroom and make sure I lock the door. My hands fumble with the phone. It’s a black flip phone that brings me back to being a teenager for a moment before the panic of my reality takes back over. I flip the phone open and text Anthony. 911! Nico just showed up in my apartment while I was sleeping. He’s forcing me to leave with him. What should I do? I hit send and set the phone on the counter and begin changing my clothes while I wait for Anthony to text me. Why am I texting Anthony? I have no fucking clue, but I feel like a stray dog who just got caught by animal control. As I finish dressing, the phone lightly vibrates. I snatch the phone up desperate for a way out. Of course he fucking did He’s impulsive when it comes to
I sorely underestimated how quickly Nico would react to me visiting Violetta. He’s desperate to marry her, but why now? I think it has something with him getting Don from his father. It makes the most sense. It’s not ideal that my violet is back with Nico. At least, she had the good sense to text me on the burner phone. She might not trust me, but she did reach out to me in desperation. So, I’ll take it. Nico acted impulsively, which means he must be feeling desperate. I might be able to use that to my advantage. The hard part is going to be getting Violette away from him. I know he is going to keep her under lock and key. I might have a chance to steal her back at Nico's grand birthday party, but that’s months away. Even then it might be hard. He clearly knows I’m in pursuit of Violetta. The feud between the three families has been going on for decades. The three Italian families have been fighting for control over the Italian parts of the city for far too long. The Russian, Japan
Against my better judgment I let Nico take me out to dinner instead of getting the food to go. I realized that would mean going home sooner with Nico, and I prevented that for as long as I could. However, now we are home, well, Nico’s home. Nico has four homes. One, a condo in the best part of the city. It’s his private place and that is where he has has taken me thankfully. The Second home, is also in the city, but it’s the Ronka home where his parents reside. Nico is an only child which is partly why I think he liked having me around when we were kids. I'm an only child as well, so I guess in some way we bonded over having no siblings . The third, is the Ronka’s family manor in the country. It’s beautiful. The fourth is the Ronka family villa in Italy. Nico takes my backpack and begins making his way to his bedroom. I know the lay out of this condo well. Part of me thinks Nico intends this to be our place. When he bought it he made sure I liked it. He has brought me here every chan
I’m in my study nursing some vodka on the rocks while I flip the burner phone in my hand contemplating what to do with it. The truth is, I know I need to talk with Anthony. There’s a lot at stake right now and I’m not talking about me getting passed Don by my father. There’s enemies lurking waiting to take down the top dogs. Unfortunately, Mario’s greed and poor choices continues to effect us. He gave the other underground families the key to wedging themselves in our operations. The Russians and Irish have always primarily been gun and other illegal weapons. They fight over weapon territory and distribution. The Mexicans obviously have their drugs that they use as their main operations. The Italians stick to illegal gambling, brothels, and those types of scenes. Of course, there are other underworld families like the Japanese that prefer to keep to themselves and do their own thing. Mario wanted to be the top dog, the top family, the top everything. His goal was to be the only rule
After my bath I change into the silky black nightgown that has been laid out for me. There’s no panties or thong so I guess that means Nico wants easy access to his goods. Although, he did say that he wouldn’t have sex with me until our wedding, however, that doesn’t mean he can’t touch me in sexual ways. Not that I would be mad about the sex part with either Anthony or Nico. Both of them, though, that appeals to me, but there is no way that will ever happen. They hate each other. It’s only eight o’clock. I’m not tired. Usually I would clean my apartment, do my food shopping to have it delivered to me because it’s what’s easiest for me, and probably doing laundry. Adult things that I currently find myself no longer needing to worry about as my warden will make sure I’m taken care of. Nico is definitely my warden, but he’s more. I hate that he's more, but I can’t help my heart from wanting him. I love him even if I try to deny it, which is why I find it so strange that I’m equally dr