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, Japanese, Mexican, and Irish mobs or whatever they choose to be called each have parts of the city. The Italian’s clearly have more territory, however, the divide in our own territory has always been in issue. One I fear that might lead to the other ruling illegal operations might come for us. I already know the Russian’s are eager to gain the Italian territory. Even if the territory the Russians desire are technically the DeLuca’s responsibility, it still doesn’t bode well for my family. I need to find a way to meet with Nico. Maybe enemies isn’t the way to go anymore. I fear what that might mean for the Italian mafia keeping its strong grip on the city.
Nico won’t let Violetta go, and neither will I. So that’s problem number one I suppose. Nico is a hot head. That Italian temper is strong in him and Violetta has the stubborn nature of a typical Italian woman not wanting to be told what to do by men. Violetta’s need to escape the mafia life is a problem because she’s never escaping this world. There is only one way to truly escape the underworld and that is death.
So, I have two people I have to deal with on different levels. Nico will mostly take forever to see reason and Violetta, well, who knows with her. Either way, I have my work cut out for me in more ways than one. There’s a knock on my office door. I’m in my private townhouse at the moment. I head over to my door and open it to find Lorenzo, my friend and trusted second in command.
“I take it you know Nico snatched Violetta this afternoon?” Lorenzo questions as I let him in.
“Yes, thankfully Violetta was smart and texted me on the burner phone. Impulsive asshole.” I reply before I start pacing.
“You knew neither of them would make this easy. You need Nico if the Italians plan to keep their reigning rule as top dog in the city.” Lorenzo reminds me, heading over to my wet bar.
“I know. Nico is never going to give me Violetta. He will wage a civil war to keep her, but I don’t want to give her up. I know they have a history I can’t compete with, but she was mine before I knew she was also his. I shouldn’t have to sacrifice everything. I have given up a lot to become Don. I thought the one thing I had nailed down was having a wife, but Mario had to be a greedy dick. The hope was that Violetta would come to me naturally, and she still could. However, it’s harder with her being in Nico’s clutches now.” I vent my frustrations.
“Why don’t you two just share her?” Lorenzo suggests, helping himself to some brandy.” “She was promised to both of you so toss her back and forth if it means avoiding a civil war. I know you don’t want to give her up, but you might have to. It might come down to what’s more important to you. Your family legacy or a girl you only know through stalking her. It’s harsh, I know, but that’s what it might come to.” Lorenzo explains.
“ Sharing that’s something I guess.” I ponder out loud. I never thought about sharing my violet with Nico. I might have to, but do I want to? It’s not the worst idea because it is a compromise for both Nico and I, but Violetta might not see it that way as she is determined to be her own free spirit that might get her killed in the underworld where women are to be displayed as prizes.
“With how stubborn Violetta is, she might need two men to put her ass in line and she has the perfect two lined up.” Lorenzo adds, taking a sip from his glass before her pours me one as well. “Either way, you have to figure out what matters the most to you. I know you want Violetta, but is she worth the hassle? You have so many other women who would jump at the chance to be your wife” He says bringing me the glass he poured. I nod my head in thanks as I take it before I down the whole thing in one gulp.
“I know I do, but I don’t want those women. I want Violetta. I know that sounds foolish, but I can’t help it. What I need is to talk to her and Nico. Nico might not even be aware of the danger the Italian mafia is to losing its rule. He’s so consumed with becoming Don that I don’t know if he realizes there is war about to blow up his front door. A civil war between the two of us fighting over Violetta is not something we need right now. Not when we have enemies waiting to strike at any sign of weakness.” I say, setting the glass on my desk.
“Sounds like you need to have a meeting with Nico. I would meet with Nico first before you have Violetta join your discussion. That’s if you decide to even include her.” Lorenzo questions going back over to the wet bar to put things away while he finishes his drink.
“See if you can reach out to Nico’s second in command. Maybe we could use him to help get to Nico in a civil manner. I don’t want to ambush him because that might come off as a threat which I don’t want when I’m there to talk about peace.”
“I’ll see what I can manage. For now, I suggest you get some rest, Boss. At least you know Violetta is safe from our enemies.”
“True, she is at least safe with Nico. I know he will keep her will protected. It’s better than her being vulnerable on her own. Still, let’s keep eyes on Violetta the best we can and maybe in the meantime she will text me. I also think of other ways to meet with Nico in case his second in command turns out to be a bust.”
“You got it, Boss. Don’t forget you have dinner with your sister and her fiance tonight.”
I groan. “Don’t remind me. I hate that little leach she got knocked up by. I don’t trust him at all.”
“Don’t worry I have eyes on the leach. He is certainly not to be trusted. He’s not been properly vetted.”
“You know we can’t properly vet him.” I remind Lorenzo. I would love to properly vet the leach my sister started dating around the time I killed my father. I knew that killing him would mean I was responsible for Sofia. She is eighteen going on nineteen with no direction in her life. She started dating some Irish boy named Conner Conely. It didn’t take long before she got pregnant. My sister swears she’s on the pill and that they used a condom, yet she still got pregnant. According to the doctors it’s rare but does happen, however this is the underworld and nothing happens without reason. Rare is often a term for suspicion. I can’t doubt my sister is pregnant because I’ve seen the sonogram pictures I also question. I’ve had it confirmed by doctors I trust. The conception of the child is what I question. I can’t rule out that Conner is a potential spy the Irish planted.
“I know, but maybe just a little.” Lorenzo suggests.
“No. Tempting, but no. I need to get ready for this bullshit family dinner. Keep me posted on everything.” I direct.
Lorenzo bids his goodbye and leaves me in my office. I sigh in frustration. There is too much at risk right now. I’m tense. Too tense. I need a good fuck, but it’s hard when all I want is the one woman I can’t have. The one woman who is in the hands of my enemy. By all rights, Violetta is my enemy because she is a Calla. It seems it’s falling upon Violetta, Nico, and me to carry on our family legacies. The question now is, can we unite to save our asses or are we doomed to be knocked down from the top tier?
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
The melancholy sound of beeping machines almost sends me to sleep, but I fight the urge and take a sip of my canned espresso. Night shifts in the ER are no joke, but it was the first job I was offered out of nursing school so I took it. I took it because I’m determined to earn my freedom from the man who keeps me as his ward. Enzo DeLuca is a man my father worked for. He was Enzo’s second in command of the DeLuca mafia until my father betrayed Enzo to the rival mafia family, the Ronkas. Instead of killing me or selling me into sex slavery, Enzo took pity on me mainly because his son Nico advocated for me to be his father’s ward. Nico DeLuca is determined to make me his wife, and maybe there was a time I wanted that. However, I want my freedom more. Whatever plans Nico and his father have for me are purely for their gain only. I don’t want their plans. I want my plans. I want to be free from the violent world the mafia is shrouded in. I want to help people, maybe even become a doctor
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.
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