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 anticipating finally bringing her home.
My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door. “Boss, one of the men assigned to keep an on Dove has reported to me something you need to know.” Jullian, my head of security and best friend informs me through the door.
“Come in.” I reply before Jullian opens the door and walks into my office, making sure to close the door behind him.
“One of the men assigned to Dove at the hospital said she got a visit from Anthony fucking Ronka.” Jullian informs me his voice is laced with displeasure.
“What!” I rage as my fist slams onto the desk in front of me, rattling the wine glass and bottle which are set very close to some paper documents that happen to be a bit important..
“I know, it’s not something you want to hear. I was informed they didn’t talk for long, but it appeared he gave her a phone. Probably a burner.” Jullian continues to deliver bad news, but he’s not the one I’m angry at.
“Why the fuck is Anthony making a move on my Dove?” I demand, tossing the wine glass against a nearby wall.
“I don’t know. We’ve always suspected that Mario might have also promised Violetta to Anthony. He was playing both Dons. Not to mention Anthony is now the head of the Ronka family mafia. He doesn’t have to abide by any rules or agreements his father set in place while he was in charge. You need to push your father to give you Don.”
“I know, Jullian.” I seethe. “The asshole won’t hand me Don until I’m married.”
“I think it’s time you rush that wedding with Violetta or seriously think about pushing your father out in other ways .” Jullian points out.
“I know. I didn’t think Anthony Ronka would make a move on my dove. That definitely is a problem because I can’t have Violetta taken from me. She means far too much to me. It’s not even about the marriage at this point. It’s about the fact that she is someone I need in my life. I don’t like the idea of Anthony tempting her away from me.” I confess.
“I know, Boss. Think about what you want your next move to be and let me know. I’m on your side and I will only follow your orders.”Jullian responds.
“Thank you, I will.” I say as Jullian leaves my office.
I don’t like Anthony trying to make a move on my dove. I’ve always known it was a possible that Mario had promised Violetta to Anthony. He was playing both families. The Ronaka and DeLuca’s have been enemies for decades now. I’m not really sure why our families hate each other at this point other than territory. Anthony is freshly appointed Don of his family. He has an advantage right now with being Don. I don’t want to be enemies just because our families have been for years, but I swear if he steals my dove from me, I will wage war.
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
I have to admit I was surprised Nico reached out to me. I thought for sure I was going to have to trap him into a meeting using Violetta to do so. However, it seems Nico is aware of the threat we face. That’s a good thing because I’d like to avoid elimination, which is the only way that the other families of the underworld would be able to take our reigning position. So, if the two of us can come to some compromise where Violetta is concerned and have a united front, we might stand a chance of preservation instead of intinction. Of course, this whole thing could be a trap, but somehow I doubt it. While the Ronka’s and Deluca’s might not always see eye to eye, Nico hasn’t personally attacked my family. HIs father has but my father also is guilty of attacking our so-called enemies. The problem is the Italians need to get over whatever pretend fake civil war that has been going on for decades. Our enemies have noticed our divide and they simply waiting to strike. The Russians love to at
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