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, and now the utter disrespect towards me on my wedding day.
No one truly loved me, it seems. I was alone in this world now with no friends or family to call in times of need and completely at Dante’s will.
“Sienna,”
My heart stops beating at that very moment when I hear his voice and feel his closeness. Dante took a seat next to me and I turned my head to look at him, noting that nothing was out of place.
There wasn’t a hint of infidelity on him. He grins at me. “What happened to ‘you may have as many women as you wish’?” He asks and I feel a burning in my chest.
“I didn’t think it would extend to my family, Dante,” I say as I turn to face him. “Does the Dragonetti family have no honour running through their veins? I knew I married into a ruthless family, but I certainly did not anticipate this disrespect.” I spit out through gritted teeth as I tried to control my now rising anger. Dante clenched his fist and I could tell he did not expect those words to leave my mouth.
“Is this how you speak to your Capo?” He asks and I cock my head to the side.
“Is this how you treat your wife?” I fire back and keep my expression impassive. “If you want to put that fist to good use, you better do it now because I would rather die than stay married to you for a second longer. You disgust me.”
I say and get up from my seat intending to leave because I could not stand to be that close to him any longer, but he grabs my wrist.
“Sit down, Sienna, or I will take that statement to heart.” He warns and I could tell from his deadly tone that I have crossed the line. I slowly sit back down and look straight ahead. Dante would not stand for my disrespect either, and I had a feeling my wedding night would be more painful than expected.
The reception goes on for a further two hours before Dante decides it was time to call it a night. He takes me by the hand and leads me towards the mansion to the cheers of his brothers and soldiers. But when I looked over at my parents, the both of them looked as if their world was crashing down and Davide was standing off to the side with his fist clenched.
No one wanted this marriage, me even more so.
Dante leads me up the stairs and I am once again taken by the beauty of the interior; The Dragonetti elders had beautiful tastes. We come to a stop outside a gilded door with the Dragonetti emblem emblazoned on it in gold; The red dragon breathing green fire into the crest. Wow, this family was extremely proud of their name.
He opens the door and leads me inside to a beautiful room decorated in gold and warm honey brown accents, but the awe of the room couldn’t stop the growing trepidation in my chest; I am about to give my virginity to the man who buried himself deep inside my cousin a few hours ago.
Dante stands with his back to me. “Sienna, you understand that I have to do this, don’t you?” He asks me while removing his jacket and tie, and I am genuinely surprised by his question. Of course, I understood.
“Yes, I do,” I answer him, and he turns around to face me. He walks toward me, and my heart drops right into my stomach. This was it.
Dante looks down at me and removes the veil from my hair and throws it to the side, then he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a knife and turns me around - my back to him. He runs his finger down the opening in my dress and I immediately feel the goosebumps as they form all over my skin.
The next moment, my dress was a pool at my feet - Dante had cut the straps with the knife he held. I feel his lips running over the skin on my neck while he plants kisses there and I couldn’t help but gasp at this. Then he proceeds to remove every pin in my hair until it cascades over my shoulders in long curls.
Why was he being so gentle after literally insulting me?
“Dante,” I start and turn around to face him, “you don’t need to be gentle with me. Take what you came for and get it over with.” I say and walk towards the bed, but he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me back, slamming me against his chest. I let out a gasp when we collide and he cups my cheek and tilts my chin up to face him, then kisses me.
This kiss felt different - the one in our courtyard was out of curiosity, the one in the church was to establish possession and dominance, but this one... this one was soft and sweet. He gently caresses my tongue with his and I couldn’t help but follow his lead because his kiss demanded it - demanded submission.
He fists my hair in the nape of my neck and pulls me in for a deeper kiss. I could feel his arousal against my abdomen when I wrapped my arms around him. Dante breaks off the kiss and then looks me in the eye.
“I know I don’t have to be gentle with you, but this is your first time giving your body to a man. Might as well make it enjoyable or you will only have poor memories of this day.” He says, but I could see the frown that crossed his brows as he says this, as if he didn’t expect those words to leave his mouth.
I couldn’t form any words, either out of fear or arousal. He picks up his knife again and cuts open my corset until my chest is laid bare to him. It drops to the floor, and he does the same to the panties I had on. What was wrong with just pulling it off? Or was this another Dragonetti custom?
He gazes at my naked body, and I immediately feel a blush forming on my cheeks. I avert my gaze, but Dante tilts my chin up again and forces me to look at him.
“Do not look away from me, Sienna. I need your eyes on me at all times. Do not think about why we are here - look into my eyes and enjoy what I am about to make you experience.”
I nod and he leads me over to the foot of my bed and sits me down before laying me back on the bed. He lays down next to me and leans down for a kiss but I suddenly stiffen at his kiss as I think back to what I had witnessed earlier. I pushed it down and tried to calm myself; I had no say; he was my Capo and husband and I had to submit to him willingly.
Dante caressed my body with his warm hands, tracing his fingers over my stomach and breasts before running circles over my nipples with his thumb. This was a weird sensation - disgust and arousal. He breaks off the kiss and gets on top of me before leaning down and planting kisses on my neck and over my breasts.
I couldn’t help it - I moaned softly at this. No man had done this to me before, no man had ever touched me like this before, and I knew he would be my first and last. Then he did something strange - he started kissing, heading downwards, planting kisses over my stomach and ending just above my mound. Then he pushed my legs open, and looked up at me and I could see the lust filling his eyes.
Oh, God - don’t tell me he’s going to do what I think he was!
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
Sienna “Oh, come on. I’m sure you haven’t been outside of this estate since you got here three months ago.” Luciano says. He was again trying to convince me to go out for coffee with him, but after Dario’s warning last time, I was wary of being alone with him. He’s been at the mansion for five days now. Dante had asked him to stay, as he would be home in a few days. “Okay, let me sweeten the deal. We could also go visit the New York Botanical Garden?” He says and immediately my mind goes blank. I have been wanting to visit the gardens since I arrived here! Luciano could see that he won because he wore a smirk and held out his arm for me to take. “Shall we?” He says and I lace my arm with his. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr Andretti,” I say and he nods proudly. I didn’t want to be alone with Luciano because I didn’t trust myself around him. He was gorgeous and handsome and made my heart beat faster whenever I would see him. It was probably the loneliness getting to me. He was also