My mind has been blown from this evening. Completely blown. Never in a million years would have imagined that Nico and Anthony would be friendly with one another let alone forge an alliance where they share me. Fantasy wise, I’m down for being used by two powerful men in a sexual way, but I want freedom outside of sex. I want a say, a place at their side, and I definitely don’t want to be shoved into the background like my opinions don’t matter. They both have promised to treat me as their equal in that sense, but this whole thing is twisted in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Let’s not add the fact that I found out the truth that my family truly is one of the main families that started the Italian American mafia. It explains my father’s thirst for power. He was trying to reclaim what he thought belonged to our family. I don’t care about the political bullshit of who should own what when it comes to Italian territory. The guys can deal with that, but I don’t want to be kept in
By the time we make it back to my condo, Violetta is half asleep. I think tonight was a bit overwhelming for her. It was fun playing with her, and Anthony and I are ready to have so much more fun with Violetta. However, as interested as Violetta is, she’s hesitant. She was fun when we were playing with her but the moment her orgasm crashed over her she suddenly became very aware of where we were. Maybe playing with her in public like that was a bit intense for the first time, but she has to get used to it because I don’t think either Anthony or I will be able to keep our hands off her in public or private. I might need to have one of Connie’s ladies help Violetta to embrace her womanhood. It’s not her fault her mom died when she was young. Once we get inside, Anthony and I let Violetta settle in our room. I hear the shower pop on as Anthony and I leave Violetta be for a bit. She’s overwhelmed, so it’s best to leave her be to process everything. Her life has changed yet again and this
As I stand in the mirror looking at myself in the most gorgeous gown I think I’ve ever worn I’m not hating the idea of tying the knot. The ivory dress is a princess style gown, with a sweetheart neckline. Lace makes up the bodice while the skirt is made from tulle and lace. There’s a gorgeous matching lace trim vale. The freight train of reality has struck me hard. I’m getting married to Nico, but I will belong to both him and Anthony. Equally their wife and queen at the same time. That thought excites and terrifies me at the same time. The fancy wedding boutique is something I would never personally pick, but I don’t have a say. The dress has to come from this boutique because that’s where all the ladies of the Italian mafia go. Probably because they launder money for us. Still, standing in the lavish boutique surrounded by dresses that don’t cost under ten grand makes a bit uncomfortable. I don’t even want to know how much the dress cost. They don’t put price tags on the dresses, b
It’s been a couple of weeks since Nico, Violetta, and I have all agreed to be a united force to reckon with. It seems insane to think the three of us are going to do this let alone make it truly work. In the normal world what we are doing being in this poly type relationship would probably be frowned on by most people. However, this is the illegal underworld and there aren’t many rules if any at all. There’s an advantage to being in the underworld, one that I don’t think VIoletta appreciates yet. Speaking of Violetta, both Nico and I are a bit concerned about her. She’s adjusted back to a regular sleep schedule, but without her job she doesn’t have much to entertain her. It’s clear she misses it. It’s clear she misses it with her new obsession with medical dramas. I might not know Violetta well, yet, but I know that isn’t really her. She’s not one for TV unless it's reality. Even the books she reads are non fiction. It’s almost as if she can’t stand the fact that she lives in a world
The wedding is soon, and I’m oddly looking forward to it. I can’t believe I’m looking forward to marrying Nico and Anthony. Well, Anthony I won’t be legally married to, but that’s just semantics. Those two possessive men will be all mine just as much as I will be theirs. As much as I’m looking forward to my life with Nico and Anthony, I still wish I had some purpose other than being their wife. I know kids are in our future, and while I want that it’s not all I want. I have to assume that I can have some life outside of wife and mom. Nico and even Anthony have to know it’s important for me to have more. Maybe when the time is right I’ll ask them about going back to work as a nurse, or something along those lines. I hate to think I wasted all those years getting a nursing degree for it to end up collecting dust. However, I have to admit there are perks to the mafia life. Call me a pampered mafia princess but I can’t deny it’s nice living with an indispensable wallet. Part of the reas
While Violetta is getting her sex lessons from Dedria, Anthony and I are off to meet someone a little unexpected. I’ve conducted plenty of business in the burlesque with my dad, but never with him being the party I’m negotiating with. Anthony found what I needed to confirm suspicions that something wasn’t right with my dad. His health has declined, and for good reason. The asshole has colon cancer. He’s hiding his cancer treatments that aren’t working. The doctors even told him not to bother with treatments because the chances of it working are slim. However, my father moved forward with the treatments. “Before we go up against my father, you are positive of the information you have. It’s not that I don’t trust you Anthony, I just don’t want to give my father a reason to poke holes in our alliance because he will. He will be furious with our union, but he’s ill and we can give him what I know he craves most; a peaceful death.” I know my father fears death, but even more he fears a pai
Dedria is making things so much easier for me. I’ve only met with her twice and both times we simply talked. It feels good to have someone validate my feelings about sex. I’m nervous. I know I shouldn’t be, but I am. I’m intimidated by Nico and Anthony with a lot of things. It’s not just with sex, it’s life in the underworld. They have power, influence, and men to back them. I hate feeling powerless because that’s exactly how my father made me feel. I appreciate that they are trying to be better than my father. Anthony and Nico aren’t my dad and they aren’t their father’s either. They are trying to do better, and I want to be at their side helping them. I’m going to my third session with Dedria. We meet late at night while Anthony and Nico are off conducting dirty business that I’m positive I want nothing to know about. I will confess there are parts of this life I definitely don’t want to know about. I like that they are giving me the option to pick and choose what I want to be a pa
I’m not surprised that Nico’s father is being difficult. He is still refusing to give Nico Don. At the point, Nico has to make the choice to end his father’s life. I know that it is hard for Nico to make that call. I can tell he still has respect for his father. I don’t sense a love between them much like there wasn’t love between my father and I. Something I plan to do differently with children. I want the three of us to be present parents, but I will not force it on Nico and Violetta if they aren’t overly fond of the idea. Somehow I have a feeling they will be on board with it and want to be present too. The three of us are striving to do better than our parents. To do that we have to weed out the bad apples. We have a week until the wedding. Nico and I are using Violetta’s sexual goddess lessons. I think it’s adorable she needs help embracing her sexual side. Dedria is right when she calls Violetta a unicorn. It’s not Violetta’s fault either. The men in her life made sure she was
Weeks have passed since a new treaty has been made between the Irish, Russians, and Italian families. I’m still confident in the choice we made and I’m happy that Misha was so accommodating and understanding of my terms. Misha is really jolly and I kind of like him for it. He also throws the guys off, which I personally find funny. Misha is a breath of fresh air compared to the normal stuffy mafia guys. No offense to my kings, but they can be stuffy mafia men when they want to be. Nico and Anthony might be stuffy mafia men on occasion but they are never stuffy with me. That’s why I find it a little ironic as I look at my bloodwork confirming my recent suspicions. Pregnant. I’m not surprised with all the sex we have been having. It’s not like we were exactly aiming for it but in many ways we were. I’m happy and I can’t wait to tell my kings, but I’m going to hold off. I notice my levels are getting higher quicker. This is the third blood test I’ve done because I can’t believe it. The
Last night we had the meeting with the Irish and Russians. Misha agreed to all the terms we set up for the arranged marriage between our kids. We had a contract drawn up that we all signed detailing the arranged marriage since our children aren’t old enough to get married yet. Also, we don’t have a daughter yet, but something in my bones tells me it won’t be much longer. Violetta has been talking more and more about having kids especially since Sofia is close to popping in the next month give or take. With the treaty signed we can start getting to work on putting up blocks and other things that will make it harder for the Mexicans to bring in their sex trafficking. We all don’t want them to think the can do whatever they want in our city. Especially if they are encroaching on our territories and business. We have had an understanding for years in the underworld not to fuck with on anothers business . The Mexicans don’t care about the unspoken rules that have been set in place. That’s
Mac looks at me dumbfounded. Never in a million years did either of us think we would be having this conversation. To be honest, I thought I would be talking with Mac on how to fight against the Russians. Instead, I’m talking to him about an alliance with the Ruissians. Mac is silent letting my information soak in. While I wait for Mac to get over his initial shock of the situation, I think about last night and how satisfying the whole evening ended up being. Violetta smooth talking Misha was great to witness. It made her even more sexier which I didn’t think was possible. Then finally fucking her at the same time was is a high I will always enjoy getting off on. All three of us enjoyed it, but I understand it’s not something for the every day sex play we tend to engage in. The thought of kids has of course crossed my mind several times. I know the three of us are ready to introduce kids into the picture when the time is right. With all the sex we have it’s bond to happen. The three
The next morning things feel surreal as the last night's events replay in my mind. I’m beyond proud Violetta. She is emerging out of cocoon beautifully and in ways I didn’t see coming. The fact that she agreed to an arranged marriage for our future daughter still shocks me especially how dead set against she was to marry me for years. Technically, we had an arranged marriage. It helped that we were friends because it softened the blow. With Anthony, Violetta was promised to him too so technically they too had a type of arranged marriage it’s just Violetta didn’t know about it due to her father being a sneaky fucker. I understand wholeheartedly why she agreed. In the underworld it’s not uncommon for marriages to be arranged in some fashion. It’s perhaps medieval thinking to secure alliances with marriage, but when the rules of the regular world don’t necessarily apply to you there has to be a way to hold accountability. Arranged marriages are a way to hold that accountability. Having
The meeting with Misha went smoothly. I don’t know what came over but when he offered the alliance with the condition of marriage between our children. Well, his son and our future daughter I wanted to refuse. I wanted to scream at him and ask him who he thought he was to ask something of a child not even born. I felt everything my father shoved down my throat came rushing back. All the hard work I’ve done to undo the shit colored lenses that he put over my eyes seemed to temporarily disappear. It was when I heard Nico say we couldn’t agree to it that something in me snapped back to reality. The reality that I have control I’m not a fucking pawn and neither is my future daughter. I’m a damn queen now and I have a say in how the game is played. The truth is, we need this alliance with the Russians for a variety of reasons. We benefit greatly from it. I also don’t want sex trafficking to become something that this city tolerates. We can’t stop it all, but we can at least stop the main
Violetta slides into the town car we are taking to meet the Russians. The woman is ready for battle with her makeup expertly done by Erica I’m sure, a form fitting dark red wine wrap dress paired with a black leather crop jacket, and black heeled thigh high boots. Fuck, she looks sexy. I notice Nico soaking up our queens sexiness. Usually, we would play a bit with her before we arrived at our destination, but we are all a little unsure what to expect with this meeting. Yes, we know they want a treaty, but that doesn’t mean we will agree with their terms. The Irish are curious as well as to what an alliance with the Russians would like. They certainly aren’t a warm bunch, but then again are any of us? You have to be a bit cut throat and slightly morally compromised to live a life in the underworld. However, the Russians have a reputation for being less of friendly than the rest of us, so for them to out of the blue want an alliance, I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m skeptical to s
I’ve just arrived at the casino. Fuck, I swear sometimes I feel as if I live in this fucking place. There are seriously some moments where I would be fine if I never heard the sound of pinging slot machines ever again in my life. I enter my office and set my venti cappuccino on my desk debating if I’m about to make it an Irish coffee. Violetta has her anti anxiety pills, Anthony has his killing and torturing, and I have alcohol as my stress reliever. When you live in the old world you’re bound to have a couple of bad habits. All of us are edgy since Violetta was attacked mainly because we don't know who it was. It’s totally possible it was random, but nothing is ever truly random or coincidental in the underworld. My worry is it’s the Russians. Shit, part of me almost hopes that it is them because it would almost make things easier. If it’s not them then we might have bigger issues at hand. Not knowing shit in the underworld can get you killed. The most disturbing thing about this wh
It’s been almost two weeks since my attack. We still don’t know if the man who attacked me was associated with the Russians or perhaps another enemy we aren’t fully aware of yet. This is the downside to underworld life. It’s one of things that made me want to run from this life. For so long I fought against this life and the attack was a reminder of why I never wanted to come back to this life. It was a jolt to reality from whatever fantasy land I’ve been living in. Things were going so smoothly without much incident that I forgot about the dangers that can lurk in the shadows. There would have been a time that the attack would have sent me running for the hills, changing my name, and hiding away in fear. I’d be lying if I said if there wasn’t a part of me that felt that way. I wanted to run far away from the underworld. It was my first instinct to be honest. However, leaving the underworld would mean leaving Anthony and Nico behind, and I can’t fathom my life without them now. They
Two days ago Violetta was attacked by an unknown attacker. We thought it might be the Russians finally making a move against the bigger mafia families, but there’s no proof that is the case. We just ended our meeting with the Irish and even they aren’t sure what to make of the attack. The biggest and almost worrisome question is it wasn’t the Russians than who the fuck could it have been? It’s no secret that being in the underworld you are bound to make enemies for one reason or another. Sometimes it’s as simple as having what your enemy desires. We are certainly a target with our success of the cusinos, the Angel Clinics, and control of most of the docks. With the Italian faction being completely united and clearly we won’t be divided makes us a threat. The Russians are clearly making waves with their attack of minor mafia families it felt like they would come for us or the Irish. So the attack made us all jump to the assumptions that it was the Russians, but it might not be them wh