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 ruler
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
This is a surreal moment in time. Max sent proof of my father’s dead body a mer minutes ago and I’m still staring at the picture with a bag of mixed emotions. Relief is the biggest emotion coursing through me. My whole life my father has forced his control over my life. I’ve never even known what it was like to embrace my own self because I had to bury it deep down to survive. When my father sent me to cozy up to Max, he was supposed to be just a target. A means to end. My father was promising me freedom, but I know now it was all a lie of manipulation. I don’t know the full story behind my father and Misha, but they were friends at some point. Then one day they become more enemies. I’m sure it was my father who did something he shouldn’t have against Misha. The first moment I saw Max, I was attracted to him and it made sex easier. It’s hard to have sex with someone you don’t find attractive. I ended up keeping coconut oil or unscented lube to make myself easily wet so the men I was
“Good morning, Toni.” Nat greets. We decided to only use our nicknames when we are playing. Except for Max and I because we are married and clearly in a romantic relationship. “Morning, Nat.” I reply, flipping the french toast. “Is that French Toast?” Nat questions with a smile as she walks over to where I’m cooking on my built in skillet that is next to the stove. “It is. You earned it.” I wink at her. I told her last night that her reward for pleasing us like a good girl that I’d make her favorite breakfast. She earned it all right. “Good because I was really hoping I’d wake up to it.” She says as she moves over to make herself a cup of coffee. I giggle at her as Max walks freshly showered from his work out. He strides over to me and kisses me on the lips. “Morning, Princess.” He says breaking our kiss. He glances over at Nat. “Morning, Nat.” “Morning, Czar,” I reply, flipping a couple of pieces that need it. “Morning, Max. So, is today the day you think?” She questions as sh
It’s been a couple of weeks since Natalia essentially moved in with us. She is staying in one of the spare rooms. Our house has six bedrooms, and while I do want kids, I do not want more than two. Maybe three, but that’s my limit. Of course, all of that depends on how easy it is for me to get pregnant. Although, I’m glad I have the option to even try. As a woman, I’m outraged at what Chatworth did to Natalia. He had no right to take her womb for her. He stole her chance to be a mom and he did it in such a dirty way too. However, Natalia is at peace with the fact that she can’t have children. That doesn’t mean I won’t make sure Chatwroth doesn’t pay for his crime. No one has the right to make that choice for someone else.Natalia picked the room she wanted. I made sure she got a new wardrobe and she was happy to get a new one. Turns out, Natalia isn’t terrible in her taste in clothes, but clearly her father is. She’s also a pretty nice house guest or she might be trying to kiss my ass
“Alright, Czar, what is going on?” Toni demands when she stops in front of me. “Mona asked me not to kill her, and I realized I can’t be her executioner.” I confess. “Why the fuck not, Max?” Toni aggressively questions, tossing her one hand on her hip. “Do you love her?” “What? No! It’s not like that at all. I promise you, Antonia, you are the only I love. I care about her. I hate to admit it, but I did get to know her a bit over the two years. It just happened naturally in platonic friendship way. That’s the best I can explain it. I hate myself for even saying these words to you, Princess. When I told you she meant nothing before we got married, I meant it. I truly believed it until I was faced with holding her life in my hands. I’m so sorry, I’m sure you feel betrayed and I wouldn’t blame you if you did. However, I promised I’d be honest with you, so that’s what I’m doing.” I honestly explain, hoping we can somehow work past this. Toni’s demeanor softens and the hand that was on
I can’t believe Mona is between Leo and I as we ride to stash house, and it’s the type that houses drugs. No, we have integration stash houses that we take people to integrate them. Some make it out alive, and others not so much. It’s not surprising Mona went after Toni since she’s looked at Toni as her enemy since day one. Toni is of course well trained in defending herself, it makes sense given who her parents are, but especially her bio dad, Anthony. Those two are some dark horses. Sometimes I think Toni is more morally grey than me and that just only makes her hotter. In all our scheming to take Chatworth down we never really discussed what to do about Mona. In the end she wasn’t the enemy that threatened us the most. She has always been this weird side show on her own. I spent two years fucking her, and while I never developed romantic feelings for her, I hate to say it but I got a soft spot for her. Maybe it’s because I saw the vulnerable side of her that no one else did. Mona
Once I’m done checking on everyone I head toward the kitchen and double check things. Lucy and I have hired trustworthy bakers that hold up to our standards. As much as Lucy and I would love to bake everything ourselves like we did when first opened, it’s no longer practical. However, that doesn’t mean we don’t get our time in the kitchen. After I check the kitchen, I finally head to my office to go over the next couple of weeks donut flavors since we do rotate some of the flavors, but always keep the classics. I used to the schedule for the kitchens and the front, but thankfully I was able to pass that duty to my managers who got a raise for the extra work. Lucy and I make sure our employees are fairly treated and that they are paid what they are worth. I don’t always love going to my office because of the drab behind the scenes stuff. Some of it isn’t too bad, but the office is still not my favorite place to be. I like to move around. It’s probably why I enjoy the bounce around I d
A couple of weeks ago a news article was published by a disgraced journalist on Chatworth that was only the beginning of a trail of news stories coming out to disgrace the Senator. Chatworth’s PR team is working overtime trying to save his ass, but every time they put out fire we start a new one. They are struggling to keep up and it’s starting to show, which is good for us because if we set him a blaze long enough he will have no choice but to resign. I can only imagine the spiral Chatworth is on and it makes me happy that he’s suffering because he murdered Misha. Misha was a third father to me. I adored him for treating me like I was already his daughter in law. I pictured him being a grandpa with my two dads. Max and I might be freshly married, but our families have been entwined for decades. Misha’s loss will be felt forever. I enter the bakery from the side entrance where all the employees, vendors, and other services we have like washing for all the towels, aprons, and various
Thanks to Shane for providing us with everything we need to slowly disgrace Chatworth. Trey, Leo, and I. The great thing about corrupt politicians is the chances they have pissed someone off is high. The high numbers man there is a high chance that there is someone who wants a little revenge. Leo was able to find a journalist that Chatworth seduced to get her to not publish a terrible story on him. After she slept with him, he reported her to her boss and said that she was unprofessional making advances on him. The poor woman was fired, and now she is eager to have a piece so good she can sell to her old newspaper rival. We are in the works with her and potentially a couple of others that we might be able to use to disgrace Chatworth. There are many that want to see him gone for one reason or another, so I look at it as we are doing a civil service taking out a corrupt politician. Once he’s disgraced enough, he will have no choice but to resign from his position. Once that happens he
Today is the day for the Senators birthday donuts to be picked up. I have no idea if Mona is going to pick it up or not. However, I do think she will. She will not miss a chance to harass me. She made me her enemy and that was her fault. It’s bad enough she tried to drive a wedge between Max and I, but the fact that she probably had a hand in Misha’s death is what is going to earn her a one way ticket to morg. Shane came through with dirty on Chatworth. Leo, Max, and Trey have been plotting all their movies against Chatworth. It’s only a matter of time before we disgrace Chatworth and force his hand in stepping out of office. Chatworth and his daughter have no idea the fury of revenge that is coming their way. As predicted Mona strides into the bakery wearing some trashy outfit that looks like she came from white trash trailer park show. I get that she is the shameful child because her mom is not Chatworth’s wife, but still for her to dress so trashy makes no sense. I don’t know why