Sienna
The Dragonetti estate was a sight to behold!
Dante’s parents had impeccable tastes and you could see it by the opulent architecture, art and perfectly manicured gardens.
“You have a beautiful home, Dante,” I say as I take everything in.
“Thank you, but it will be your home too from today forward.” He says and we arrive at the reception to greetings from our fellow friends and family members. As per custom, we greet everyone individually as they give us their good wishes and felicitations.
“Brother, you have a beautiful bride,” came the voice of the man who accompanied Dante to my parent's home back in Chicago. This man was lean and well built, with the same intense green eyes and dark hair as Dante, and I recall him being Dante’s best man.
He picks up my hand in his and kisses the back. “Bella,” he says and I blush at his compliment.
“Thank you,” I say as a smile plays on my lips and he winks at me.
“Are you flirting with my wife, Nico?” Dante asks him, but the man named Nico only rolls his eyes.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, brother.” He says.
I turn to Dante. “Is this your sibling?” I ask him, and he nods.
“Domenico is my younger brother and underboss. He lives and operates from this mansion.” Dante says, not even glancing at me. Oh, well, this is a revelation then; we would share a home with his brothers.
He turns to Dante. “Did you see DiMarco’s daughter? She’s a fine piece of work and I have my sights set on her with regards to you know what.” Domenico says and Dante shakes his head.
“Let’s talk about that later,”
Domenico says his goodbyes, and we continue to greet the rest of our family members. I met Dante’s youngest brother, Dario, as well - he was only 18. By the time we concluded with our welcoming, it was already 12pm, and I was starving.
Dante leads me over to our table and pulls out a chair for me to sit down on. When he sits down, our feast starts and family members give their toasts. During this, I realise that I have not seen Carmella at all; she did not even come to wish Dante and me well. I knew she hated him, but she was being disrespectful to him in his own home. I would have to chat with her later.
Dante was silent throughout the entire feast, and it was really bothering me, but what could I even talk to him about? I do not know his likes or dislikes, so I just kept quiet throughout it all. When I look through the hall, I finally see Carmella and offer her an affectionate smile, but all she does is nod at me, and now I am convinced that something was wrong. She must honestly hate being here.
4 pm and we are called to have our first dance - Dante takes me by the hand and I follow him onto the dance floor. He puts his palm on my exposed back, leading me into our first dance as Unchained Melody plays. During our dance, my heart was thumping wildly, but I managed not to show him how nervous I truly was.
I note that Dante was an excellent dancer and felt comfortable as he led me in our dance. He remained silent through it all and it frayed my nerves to the bone already; was this a punishment of sorts?
By the end of our dance, my father cuts in as well and an hour or two later I found that I had danced with practically every man at the wedding!
Dante was nowhere to be found, and I put it down to a family matter requiring his attention. Domenico was such a flirt, but I do think I will get along well with him. He is fiercely loyal to his brother and his family, which I suppose was a good thing; he would be my protector here as well.
Dario, on the other hand, was completely different from his older brothers - he was sweet. He was so pleasant during our dance, asking me to please take care of his brother because apparently he had been through a lot and needed this in his life. Hmm, I would have to do some digging into this then. Seems there was a history behind Dante Dragonetti.
I requested the ladies' room and asked Dario to show me the way to the bathroom; he obliged immediately and we chatted about flowers on the way to the upper rooms. He was such a pleasant kid to talk to and reminded me of Davide’s innocence, which was taken by The Outfit. I really wished they would not force children into this way of life, but this tradition was in our blood and had to be adhered to and respected.
“Dante...” Dario and I stop in our tracks as we pass a room and hear this; it sounded like a woman in the throes of passion... and she was calling out my husband’s name. I move toward the door to open it, but Dario stops me.
“Please, he isn’t really like this. Let’s go back.” He says, trying to defend whatever Dante was doing on the other side of the door, but all I do is push his hand aside and open the door.
I wish I had listened to Dario and turned back. Then I wouldn’t feel as broken-hearted as I did when my eyes settled on them in the room together. Dante had Carmella on her knees, and he had rolled up her hair around his fist as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed as she moaned out in ecstasy. So was Dante’s as he thrusts into her hard.
“C-Carmella?” I called out and her eyes shot open. Dante opened his eyes lazily, but he continued to take her from behind with his eyes focused on me.
“Dario,” he warns, and Dario tries to grab me by my arm, but I yank it away before he can.
“What is this?!” I exclaim, striding towards them, and Dante finally pulls out of her and zips his pants up.
Carmella gets up and straightens her dress before looking at me. “Dante and I are in love,” she says and my eyes widen at this. “It should have been me marrying him today, not you, Sienna.”
I stare at them incredulously and shake my head, not believing what I was hearing, and decide to turn around. I walked out of the room and tried to put the scene behind me, but it was playing on repeat in my head.
I was to give this man my virginal body tonight after I had discovered him having sex with the woman who I trusted above anyone else. The worst part was that I had no say in the matter. Dario takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. Afterwards, we enter the wedding reception again in silence.
***
Dante
Sienna had just caught me fucking her cousin, and it was right in time, too. The broken look in her eyes was enough to make me cum all over this whore in front of me. Carmella walks toward me and slips her arms around my waist.
“Now we can be together, she knows.” She says, and I shake my head at this.
There was seriously no honour amongst members in The Outfit, the fact that this girl was so easily swayed by me proved it. All it took was a few whispers, and Carmella was more than ready to betray the woman she deemed her sister. What a pathetic family.
I take her arms from around my waist and grip her wrists. “No.” That is all I say as I straighten my tie and cufflinks, and I see the confusion in her eyes.
“No? Why not? She already knows we love one another, Dante. You can leave her and we can finally be together.” Carmella drones on, and I cup her cheek with my hand before pressing down hard.
“Listen to me, you whore, Sienna is a Mafia Princess, soon to be my Queen. You are trash and will never compare to the likes of her or her beauty. I do not love you. You were a means to an end, a tool needed to hit Sienna where it hurt the most, and you were more than amenable to sell her out for a few sweet nothings whispered in your ear. You were the person she trusted the most, and now with that trust shattered, Sienna will feel like she has no one.” I say and see the tears welling up in her eyes; God, I hate a weak woman.
“You betrayed your own cousin for a pity fuck, and all I can say is that you and your family disgust me. Get out of my sight before I do something so much worse than grip your cheek.” I threaten her and see the tears flowing down her cheeks as the realisation hits her. She steps backwards, hurt evident in her eyes, and she turns around and runs out of the room.
Finally,
I dust off my pants and discard the used condom in the bin before heading back to my wedding. My plan was coming together gradually.
Sienna I was seated at our table when I saw Carmella rushing out of the mansion and heading straight to her father’s parked Mercedes. A few seconds later, the car speeds away. My mother had prepared me to be a mafia wife, she raised me not to talk back and to speak when spoken to, but what my mother didn’t prepare me for were the betrayal and heartbreak. Carmella had been seeing Dante behind my back all this time. That was probably how he knew we would be at that specific café where he waltzed in with the blonde. They had played me for a fool and I was none the wiser. My heart might as well be made of glass because the one person I trusted irrevocably shattered it. Trusted even more so than my own mother. And yet, no tears came. Is this what absolute heartbreak felt like; a numbness in your chest and difficulty breathing? Because that is what I feel like right now. First, my father hands me over to one of our world’s most brutal mob bosses, my mother ignoring my pleas for help, an
Dante *Trigger Warning - Sexual Violence*What was I doing? Why was I being so gentle with her? Her body belonged to me by right and I could destroy any chance of her ever enjoying sex again, but that look she gave me before I kissed her had done something to me. It was the look of a virgin knowing she had no other choice but to submit to her husband, and then she had to go and say what I had been thinking. For some reason, I wanted Sienna to enjoy what I was about to do to her and what she was doing to me. Her body was gorgeous and bent to my every touch and caress, it was said the Vincenzo Princessa was beautiful; but whoever said that had clearly never seen her naked. No words could express how gorgeous her naked body was - and it was all mine. Her pure body and soul were mine. I nudge her legs open and look down at the gift presented to me; and how exquisite it was. Her virginal scent clouded my mind, and I could tell she was aroused by the faint wetness at her entrance. I had t
Sienna He tricked me. He allowed me to let my guard down and tricked me. I watch Dante leave, and as soon as the door closes, I rush to the bathroom and clutch my abdomen in pain. Reaching the shower, I open it on full blast and get underneath the freezing water. What had happened to Dante just now? It was like he snapped and then didn’t care if he hurt me or not. Why did he tell me he would be gentle with me, only to completely ruin me in the end? It was as if his plans were for me to let my guard down just so he could tear me in two. And that’s exactly how it felt; I felt the tearing as he thrust into me gently at first, then without abandon. Did he truly want to hurt and ruin me that badly? I still do not know what I did to him to deserve his malice. If he wanted me to hate him, well, he succeeded with flying colours. I take care when I wash myself down below and finish up in the bathroom, then head to what I assume was our shared walk-in closet. The one I had back home was noth
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 Dante doesn’t come to bed that night or any other night that follows. Dario, Domenico and I seemed to be getting into a routine at breakfast time; I cook for them while they keep me company. I have truly grown to love the two brothers as my own; they make me laugh and are both fiercely protective over me. When Domenico got asked to accompany me to the supermarket for a quick run to get a few things, a man had touched my arm by accident and he flipped and broke the poor guy’s hand! I was adamant that I would pay for the surgery afterwards, but Domenico, or Nico as I call him now, refused and said Dante would freak out. Dinner time was a different routine: They usually got home just after 6 or 7, cleaned up and we would eat around the table. Dante was always silent but the other two always had stories to tell me. They made my staying here worth the while. I also got to know them better: Dario was a collector of rare knives and had about 50 different tactical ones on display in
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
Dante Traitors, all of them. My brothers seem to have forgotten who Sienna was and why she was here. All it took for her to crawl into their hearts was food and gifts - they were weak. I come to a stop outside my study and punch the gilded door repeatedly, letting my frustrations out and pretending it was Aldo Vincenzo. The bastard did despicable things to my Lenore before murdering her, things I didn’t even want to think about. She suffered immensely. And for what exactly? To send a message. And what was it with her coming into my study and personally bringing me dinner? What was her plan, what was her game? Why was she being so nice to me when I was awful to her at every turn? I continue to punch the wall, my blood running down the gilded door when I hear someone approach from behind and knowing it was Sienna who followed me. “Dante!” she says with a gasp and runs towards me, taking my fist in her hand. I look up at her with disgust. “Are you sure you want to be near me right n
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