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
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
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
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
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
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
I’m holding my nephew, Trey. He’s adorable, and it has me excited for my own. When Violetta told Nico and I she was pregnant, we all were so thrilled yet that wasn’t the biggest surprise we found out. Violetta soon found out she was not only pregnant but pregnant with twins. We had paternity testing done. It didn’t matter who the father was, but we need to know only to ensure both family’s carry on it, not just name but blood as well. Blood and names mean everything in the underworld. That’s when we got an even more shocking surprise. One twin is mine and the other Nico’s. It’s incredibly rare, so rare Violetta is thrilled to be living a medical marvel. We will do a paternity test when the twins are born to confirm that the blood test was correct. Normally, we wouldn’t go that extreme but with how rare our circumstances are, it’s best to confirm the so called medical marvel. Still, twins are crazy enough and as I bounce my nephew I wonder how the hell we are going to handle two babies
Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married. I’m next in line to be the head of the Russian mob once I get married to Antonia in a month. The arrangement is that we will get married when she is twenty. Her and her twin brother, Leonardo, who goes by Leo and will be the next leader of the Italian mafia, turned twenty about two weeks ago. Our wedding has been in the works for years so most of it has already been planned by Toni, her mom, and
Walking onto the dance floor to have my first dance with Max as man and wife feels pretty amazing. We are finally married and the alliance is as official as it gets. Dancing with Max we stay silent completely lost in each other’s eyes. Somehow I’ve found a way to let my walls down with Max. My walls aren’t completely down but Max is slowly breaking his way past the walls into my heart. When Mona crashed our rehearsal dinner last night, I was so upset. The worst thoughts went through my head and all my fears began to rear their ugly heads. Then I locked eyes with Max and that was the moment my fears melted away. We were united and it felt good. It felt right. It also felt good to rip into Mona. I can’t believe the audacity and I’m also worried she might actually be crazy. It doesn’t matter because Max is mine and I am his. “You look stunningly beautiful, Princess.” Max compliments as he slowly twirls me around the dance floor. “Thank you, Czar. You are looking incredibly handsome yo
It’s the night of our rehearsal dinner. I can’t believe Toni will finally and officially be my wife tomorrow. Our wedding has been in the making for years so for it all to actually be happening is a relief. Our whole wedding is to soldify the Russian and Italian-Irish alliance. While everyone has honnored the alliance the alliance won’t be a hundred percent binding until Toni and I are married. A lot of people have been anticipating our wedding because it means peace will always remain between the alliance. Essentially, neither side will be able to back out, and while neither side has never once mentioned backing out it was still an option that hung overone’s head like guillotine. So, here we are at the rehearsal dinner celebrating the marriage and alliance on the roof top of the casino. Toni is currently mingling with our guests as her mom guides her. Being a mafia wife isn’t easy, but being a mafia wife to the head leader is an entire role in itself. Being my wife is like being a p
I almost don’t recognize myself in the mirror in the beautiful, elegant wedding dress. I chose a satin Ivory off the shoulder princess silhouette. The back of the dress has pearl buttons that close the dress. All my jewelry is gold with pearls. Even my taira which my mom said is a tradition that she is starting since she wore one for her wedding. I appeased her because I do like the idea of a tradition and so did Angie. I don’t mind partaking in a wedding tradition. I did opt for no vail. It’s overrated in my opinion. Lucy, Roxy, and Angie are my bridesmaids. They will be wearing off the shoulder A-line dresses in a pretty dusty pink color. I’ve picked out their pearl jewelry to be similar to mine. I’ve gone for a vintage like vibe for the wedding. My mom has a darker rose pink dress with pearl detailing for her dress. Today is the final fitting for all of us as the wedding is officially five days away, and I’m only slightly freaking out. My fears aren’t with the wedding itself. I k
“Ready to be mine, Princess?” I inquire, leaning into her as my one hand grips her chin making her look me in the eyes. Her eyes glazed over from the pleasure I just gave her gaze at me. “More than ready, Czar.” She purrs as I adjust her position so we can be more comfortable while we fuck. “Rough and hard, Princess?” I ask as I nudge her entrance with the tip of my cock. “Of course, Czar. Like we know another way.” She teases, leaning her face closer to mine as I slowly push inside of her. “You’re right, we will never be gentle.” I confirm, as I roughly push past her barrier while my lips devour hers. I begin to move in and out of her at a rapid pace. Every time I slam into her I do it has rough and hard as possible to the point where her head is hitting the cabinets just enough to rattle them lightly. I nip at her lips through our kisses as we both get lost in the passion and desire that has exploded between us. Fuck, Toni feels amazing and finally fucking her is a devine as I
“No, you are not the villain in my story. Not since you got rid of Mona, at least. When I thought you wanted her more than me, it made me want to hate you.” She confesses as she attempts to relax her body. I close the distance between us as I pull her to me. I secure her wrists behind her back with one of my hands. My other hand grips her chin roughly. “There was never anything between us. I used to picture I was fucking you instead,” I say in her ear, letting my words vibrate in her brain in hopes she will finally accept she is the one I fucking want. “I should not find that hot, but maybe I do just a little,” confesses with a brief pause. “I can’t say I never pictured that it was you touching me instead.” Toni purrs back. “I thought you said you were untouched?” I growl, upset she would lie about that. I don’t care if she did fool around, but why would she lie about it? I don’t like lies.“I said I was untouched by a man, therefore I did not lie. Max, I’m bisexual. I had my own f
My house is filled with boxes. I did not realize that amount of shit Toni has. She lives in a two bedroom apartment. Then again, their apartment is pretty big. Still, I underestimated that amount of things Toni would bring with her. I don’t actually care, but I do wish the boxes would disappear sooner rather than later. I’m not overly a fan of clutter. Most of it is kitchen gadgets, girl nonsense for various rooms especially the bathroom, dozens of cook books, and tons of fucking candles. I knew the woman liked candles and cook books, but I didn’t think she fucking had a treasure trove of the shit. Despite the house being in chaos, I am happy that Toni is here and making herself at home. I wanted her to make this her home as much as it is mine, so for her to embrace it makes me happy and less worried. I was worried she would hesitate or worse back out of moving in altogether. I know after the wedding she has no choice. Her parents wouldn’t let her stay with her friends after we are m
Last night with Max was amazing and we didn’t even have sex. Although, we did have plenty of touching and kissing. I wanted so badly to do everything with Max in one night but I just couldn’t bring myself to jump in full force. I don’t know if it was first time jitters of being with a man as well as the fear of not messing anything up with Max. I don’t know why I feel all this pressure now that I know he actually wants me. I hate to admit it but it’s possible that in thinking Max only wanted Mona it somehow took the pressure off me to be his perfect bride since I didn’t think I was the person he wanted. Now, I know I’m the only one he wants and I don’t want to disappoint him. I want to be pissed at him for Mona, and there are doubts that she is more important to him than he lets on. I want to give in to those fears because I can hide behind them. Hiding behind my fears of Mona and Max being in love means I don’t have to try with Max. It took the pressure off. Now Mona is history and
I drag my eyes away Max as he takes the nice black plates with a nice white print design on them to the dining area. Shit, I’m nervous about tonight going well. I want so badly to just have sex but there is also fun in making Max wait until we are married. I also realize Max and I have never truly been alone in private before in such an intimate setting. There’s also this pressure to have things go right. I don’t want to fuck anything up with Max. My future happiness rides on how this all goes. My heart swoons after Max, however, my brain is skeptical of Max. My heart trusts Max, it believes him, and it longs for him in ways that sometimes hurt in the best ways possible. My brain wants to believe it’s all a ruse Max is painting so he can do what he wants in the shadows with his Mona. I hate being this jealous and petty, but that bitch somehow brings out my worst traits and in the most horrible ways. Mona has felt like this shadow that hangs over our marriage. Even though Max has made
Time passes slowly as I eagerly await the time to head home and have an official first home cooked for me by my future wife. Shit, I can’t believe she actually agreed to move in with me. It was an impulse move to begin with, to even bring the subject up. I didn’t think Toni would agree. I didn’t realize how keeping Mona around made Toni feel like she was unwanted by me. I’m determined to make things right with her. My father would kill me if I fucked things up with Toni. My father adores her. Sometimes, I think that jolly asshole loves her more than me. Not that I’d blame him one bit if he did, because Antonia deserves all the love she can get. Antonia is close with her family. She has a better relationship with her parents than I do with my dad. Hell, I think Toni has a better relationship with my dad than I do. Toni is close with his siblings even though I know she sometimes feels like the odd kid out. I'm an only child, but I have friends. Close friends that I would die for. Igor