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
The wedding is five days away. While I know our wedding cake is going to be a cannoli cake with cream cheese frosting and pretty chocolate designs that will be dusted in gold. I might know what our wedding cake looks like, but trying to confirm what topper to go on the cake is a whole other story. The three of us agreed to come out in a poly relationship at the reception. So, I want the cake topper to resemble that. I find it ridiculous that I can’t decide on a damn cake topper from the catalog in front of me. “Can I weigh in?” A sweet voice from my side draws my attention from thoughts. Sofia tagged along with me today, and I’m happy to have her with me. She’s a sweet girl who is so naive. Sofia lives in a bubble and she believes in a fairytale that I want to tell her is real. However, she’s young. Freshly eighteen and totally clueless about the real world. Sofia is another example of the women in the mafia world. Sofia is surprisingly thrilled to have a baby, but she also believes
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
I’m unbelievably happy to be in scrubs again with a stethoscope around my neck. I still can’t fully wrap my mind around the fact that Nico built this clinic for me. Yes, he found a way to do some illegal things with it, however, I actually agree with him on assisted suicide. Obviously, there’s a process we have developed to screen patients and their families to ensure this is truly the patients choice, and that they are sound of mind. Just because we are doing illegal things doesn’t mean that we don’t need to have checks and balances in place. Especially with the morally grey area that assisted suicide falls in. Besides the morally grey area of the Angel of Death Clinic, the legal side of things are also going well. I love that we are able to help a vast amount of people who might not have gotten care due to finances. That’s one of the hardest things I had to process as a nurse was watching people not be able to afford medical care or medicine. I know I come from a privileged backgr
I pop the champagne as Violetta passes out flute glasses. Both Angel Clinics opened today. The Angel Clinic for low income families and really anyone who needs medical care is a true success. The papers even wrote a glowing piece on the Angel Clinic and the positive impact it already has on the community. Meanwhile the Angel of Death Clinic is scheduling patients. The best part of all of this is watching my sweet Little Dove, my Butterfly glow with happiness. She has such a passion for helping people and she chose to do that by becoming a nurse. Knowing my ambitious Violetta she is already plotting to further her career somehow. The clinics aren’t just great for Violetta, they have turned out to be a great place for Erica to thrive as Violetta’s assistance. I also love how they are forging a friendship. I’m proud of Erica and how she has completely turned her life around. She even snagged herself a good man in the form of my best friend. I don’t care if they are together. They seem t
I can’t believe I’m at my little sister’s wedding less than three months from my union. She’s young and I still don’t fully know how I feel about her marriage being used as an alliance with the Irish. I suppose I thought I was better than that. Better than using my sister as a pawn, although she does seem like a willing pawn. I suppose her being in love and happy eases whatever strange guilt I might feel. Even now Sofia is beaming as she dances her first dance with Connor. Everything, even the ceremony took place on the ferry. This whole river cruise is elaborate and totally on par for my secret diva of a sister. None of this is a surprise to me. Sofia has always been a hidden diva. She kept it hidden because I think she was afraid of being judged by our father. She was always eager to please our dad and in some ways I was like that too as a child until I started receiving his less than ideal parenting style. Sofia knows nothing of what our father did to us. It’s better that way. S
Things feel busier than ever as I help Sofia with last minute details to her river cruise wedding. At first, I thought the river cruise was over the top, but it’s grown on me and I’m actually looking forward to the day. Sofia is positively beaming with joy. She found a beautiful flowy dress that hides her small baby bump. The girl is on top of it with plans and even baby stuff. I’m very proud of Sofia and her embracing mafia wife life. I still can’t believe I’m a mafia wife to not one but to dons. I fought so hard for years against marrying one Don and now I have two. Two Dons, my Kings who share their power with me. They will not let me fade into the background. I love them for giving me a place at their side. It’s clear I’m not the docile mafia wife that is happy to shop and spend money. Sofia is totally content to be that type of mafia wife and it’s what clearly makes her happy. It goes to prove that even mafia wife’s can be different. It’s nice to have a variety of us because it
The three of us head straight to the bedroom the moment we get home. I can’t wait for our house to be built because our sex dungeon is going to be fucking fun. For now we have Nico’s condo which somehow is working. It’s certainly not a permanent solution, but for now it doesn’t matter because my focus is entirely on the naked Butterfly in front me. Thankfully, Nico has a king size bed but in our new home we are going for a custom big bed that will be built into the wall. Violetta is touching herself, putting on a show for Nico and I as she rubs her clit with one hand while her other hand plays with her nipples. We enjoy watching her touching herself and she does too. I love watching Violetta spread her wings both in the bedroom and out of it. Nico and I are naked standing in front of the bed watching Violetta. Playing with her before we got home on the way back was fun. She sucked both our cocks but neither of us came. Turns out we like edging ourselves along with edging Violetta. It