All Chapters of Mafia's Vice: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna I am in heaven right now. Whoever designed this garden was a Godsend! Every flower planted grew all year long, so the estate always looked beautiful and bright from the outside. I walk towards the winter garden section and sit down on the marble bench built there. This would be my new mecca; this garden would be where I would get lost in. The crocus flowers and snowdrops looked beautiful amongst the frost, and I found myself lost in thought as I stared at them. Reminiscing over my old life I would never get back, the old connections which I now knew were fake, and my parents, who I would never see again. Carmella’s misdeeds were still fresh in my mind, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I remembered the poison to her tone yesterday. I had loved and trusted her like a sister, and she gave me up for a person like Dante, who probably only used her. I am not sure how long I sat in the garden like that, but the next second I heard incessant shouting. “She can’t have gotten

Sienna That evening, I prep a few dishes that I would be cooking the following morning. I was still pretty riled up from this morning’s events and keeping out of the guys’ way. Not that I knew if they were home, anyway. I cleaned up the mess with the Christmas tree in the living room and noticed that, luckily, their gifts were still intact. Good, the gifts amounted equally to over $1.5million, so them being ruined during a stupid argument would have surely made me cry. It was 7 pm, and I had the dinner table set, but no one came into the kitchen to eat and by 8 pm, I covered all the dishes and went up to bed. It seems this morning has left a bitter taste in everyone’s mouths and being Alpha men; they refused to be seated at the same table due to pride. Deciding against my better judgement, I grab Dante’s plate from the warmer and put it onto a tray to take to him in his office. I knew I was setting myself up for disappointment, but my mother always said to treat those as you want to

Sienna Two months later and early February weather chilled me to the bone. You would think since I grew up in Chicago that I would be used to the cold, but nooo. I cannot stand the cold! I was seated in the winter garden again and had decided to bring along my charcoal and sketchpad so I could take my mind off things for a bit. I haven’t seen Dante and Nico in over a month - they have had to go away to deal with family business upstate, but I had a feeling that they involved pleasure in at least 60% of their exploits; Alcohol, women, and cigars were their poison. The fiasco of a Christmas dinner was still fresh in my mind and Dante’s words cut as deep as when he first spoke them. I cursed my father for marrying me off to him but knew that this was how things worked in Cosa Nostra - it required obedience for women to survive. Dario has been keeping away from me as well and I wondered if Dante ordered him to since we were growing closer every day. I used to think I had an ally in Dar

Dante I watched my brother as he continued his attempt to woo Sylvana DiMarco. He’s had a hard-on for the petite blonde since he laid eyes on her at my wedding, but she wasn’t having any of it. She could see through his flirtatious bullshit right away. We are currently in New Orleans because he wants this woman, but I am more interested in the connection it could forge with her father, Giuseppe DiMarco, Padrino of the ‘Ndrangheta. Giuseppe and my father had issues previously, but from what I’ve heard, he is dying of cancer and his son, Stefan, would take over when he dies. Hopefully, Stefan would see eye to eye with me and we could start a new partnership without past bullshit. My phone rings, cutting through my thoughts, and I see Dario calling me again. My little brother has been calling me non-stop and telling me to get home because he doesn’t trust our uncle alone with Sienna. Why should I care? Would I even give a shit if he had to fuck my wife? I unconsciously tightened my f

Sienna I was fast asleep when I felt an arm snake around my waist and knew Dante had returned to our bed. He requires my body to meet his needs, and clearly, that was all I was here for. His hands go in between my legs and he runs a finger up my slit, testing my wetness. But obviously, I had just been half asleep. My eyes wrenched open; something was wrong. Dante’s hands were not soft, they were calloused and hard, and he always smelled of Bottega Veneta... not sandalwood. I jumped out of bed and switched the light on, only to find Luciano in bed with me. What the hell?!! “Luciano?!” I asked, incredulously. Why was he here? What did he think he was doing??? “What are... why are you here??” He looks at me with a wounded expression. “Now, Sienna, you need to stop being such a tease and give into what I know you want.” He said, and I took a tentative step away from him. I shake my head. Out of all the times to do this, he tries it with Dante sleeping in the same home as us. “I thin