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
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
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
“I feel better.” I say, turning back to the boxes of goodies. “Good, Princess. Now, grab some of those rum cream filled donuts of yours and feed your Czar,” Max directs as he sits down on the couch, making himself comfortable. “Yes, Czar.” I reply, picking up the donut of his request before heading over and straddling him. I put the donut to his mouth and Max takes a bite. I have to catch some of the cream from falling out. Max takes my fingers with the cream and licks them. “I can’t wait to lick cream from other places from your body.” Max comments, licking his lips. “Oh, really now?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Yes, that’s so, Princess.” He answers before I offer him another bite of the donut. Max takes a bite of the donut. Shit, feeding him is hot. “What does my Czar want for dinner tonight? “I like those Italian sausage meatballs you make with garlic, white wine, and alfredo sauce with fetchanie noodles. You can pick everything else that goes with it.” Max answers after che