All Chapters of Married to the Devil of Chicago: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Viviana’s POV"I have no choice but to lose my virginity tonight."The brown-haired girl froze with the bedsheet she had been folding lying limp in her arms, her mouth gaping open, "You're going to do what?" She finally screeched.I continued to pace up and down my room, biting at my nails as my mind raced, "It's now or never."Imelda glanced around nervously, as if someone would magically appear in the middle of the room. "When I said we should think this through, I didn't think this was where your mind would go to. Antonio will kill you if you tried it."Tears welled in my eyes, and I flopped down onto my unmade bed. "What choice do I have? How can I give that monster my life and my purity all at the same time? I can't. I can't marry him."To my embarrassment, a choked sob slipped out of my mouth, and I hurriedly slapped a palm over my mouth to muffle the pathetic sound."Oh, darling," my maid's eyes softened, and she rushed over to where I sat and dropped down to her knees in front

Viviana’s POV"You look beautiful, child, and that dress is a true sign of your purity."I bit back the hysterical laugh that threatened to burst out of me, trying to keep myself from squirming at the ache in between my legs."Thank you, Papa." I kept my gaze down in a sign of deference.My grandfather didn't like to hit me, because I scarred so easily, and he didn't want anything to spoil the show he put up of flaunting me to the other family heads and capos. But he often starved me and locked me up for days at the slightest sign of my disobedience.His hand suddenly lashed out and gripped my jaw painfully, jerking my head up."Do not embarrass me today, Viviana," he warned, eyes burning with hatred. "Everything I have done has been for this moment. I could have easily left you to die with my slut of a daughter and your useless father, but I didn't. I took you in and raised you since you were a year old. You will repay me by submitting yourself to Sergio's will. If he asks you to jum

Viviana’s POV "Luca Vallario," he finally said. I blinked at him, wondering if I was supposed to recognize the name. I knew all of the mafia capos, dons, and major players, but I had never heard of a Luca Vallario. "What do you want with me?" I asked, "If you're hoping you can use me to take down my grandfather or..." "Oh, don't worry, Viviana," one corner of his mouth hooked up, "I don't have any interest in taking down your grandfather. You're of more worth to me than to be used for the likes of Antonio." My mind scrambled, trying to keep up with his cryptic words, "I don't understand." "I know." I felt a pinch against my wrist, and when I glanced down, I saw that while I had been caught up in his dark gaze, he had succeeded in wrapping a length of rope securely around my wrists. I gaped at my bound hands and then snapped my head up to meet his. "You bastard," I hissed. "We're going to be late; let's go," he tried to pull me along, but I stood my ground, almost tum