Sylvana I am dazed by the sunlight creeping through the curtains when I open my eyes, but even more so by the heavy arm draped over my waist. Looking down, I see Domenico’s tattooed hands and blush - oh. Flashes of last night play over in my mind; my submission, his head in between my legs, the belts... The way he handled my body was nothing short of pure ecstasy, and it made me wonder why I rejected the way he made me feel. But now… what would happen now that Dante knew we had been pretending? Would he clamp down on Domenico or make him disrespect and debase me? God, we didn’t think this through. What if Dante decides to finally get rid of me now? Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick. I slowly removed his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of the bed, noticing that I was still naked. Rushing to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature before I get in. My mind drifts back to Dante’s words; “If you succeed in this, and only then, will I accept you as
Sylvana I’m standing outside Dante’s office, waiting to be let in. He’s been in there for a while now, along with his two brothers and consigliere, the one who married Domenico and me. I hope they hurry it up because the bodyguards they’ve stationed to guard me have been leering at me this entire time. This is understandable - to them, I am the enemy. “Do you think the boss would mind if we slap this ‘Ndrangheta bitch around while we wait?” “Nah, she deserves it.” I hear the discussion between the two of them, and my entire body freezes up. They better hurry up in there before I get murdered out here. As if they answered my prayers, the door in front of me suddenly opens and Domenico gestures for me to come inside. Breathing a sigh of relief, I nod and walk inside, ready to face whatever Dante had in mind for me. As usual, he was seated at his desk in the middle of the room. Dario flanked him to the left and his consigliere, Alessandro, was to his right. Domenico was standing next
Domenico I don’t understand it. Why am I so upset? Dante has given me a way to be with Sylvana without prejudice, and here I am worrying about… what exactly? Staring aimlessly at the car project Sienna got me for Christmas, I decided to walk towards it and get my mind off things. Or at least try to. “Wanna talk about it?” The last person I wanted to see right now stood behind me; my brother, my Capo, and also the bane of my existence. I turn around to face him and as soon as our eyes met, my anger was quickly replaced by confusion because standing behind me was not a fierce mafia boss - but one who oozed guilt. I shake my head and answer honestly, “Not particularly.” Then I resume what I could only explain as imaginary work. This was not a good time for the two of us to be in the same room together. I fear I might just snap and do something I would regret later. Why was I so worked up? Why did I have this feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach? Dante walks towards where I sto
Sylvana Domenico stares at me as if I could disappear right then and there. “Please stop looking at me like that. I can do this.” I tell him for the hundredth time, but all he does is stare at me the same way. No matter what I say or do, he still looks at me as if it was the last time he would see me. We were in our bedroom the night before I was supposed to meet with Abraham in town. I was ready for it, pumped up and excited to be of use to the family, but being around Domenico now made me doubt myself. He’s been sulking like this since the week before and not even a talk with Dante eased him and it was starting to piss me off. “Fine! I’ll call it off if that is what you want then they will never accept me as a Dragonetti and we will never be together.” I say and storm off towards the terrace, but he pulls me back by my wrist. “Let go of me, Domenico. You got your wish.” I say and try to pull my wrist out of his grasp, but I knew the act was futile. When I turn around to face him,
Sylvana Half an hour has passed, and we’ve not managed to catch up with Capobastone Falcone or the rest of the ‘Ndrangheta at all. Dante wasn’t losing his shit, and it was confusing the hell out of me; they took Sienna and were doing God knows what to her right now. Why wasn’t he freaking out like I was?! I’ve heard the rumors of Falcone’s treatment of women, especially enemy women, and if the rumors were true, then Sienna would be dead by sundown. “What happened to the men who you put up to watch and guard her?” I had asked, and suddenly all eyes were on me. Dante frowned at the question as if he never thought to ask it before I did. “There were two men with us when we entered. I didn’t see them when we returned from the back, Dante.” I said, remembering my thoughts of that moment and how it felt strange for them to be missing along with her. Domenico went to look for them and found them dead in an alleyway a block from the cafe. Why would Abraham call the Capobastone, anyway? He
Domenico “Sylvana, get down!” I exclaimed, raising my gun and shoving my wife behind an SUV.FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! How did this happen? They didn’t know that we were following them, and yet they still prepared themselves for an ambush. As soon as we snuck up to their loading dock, they opened fire: Dante went down after being shot in the side, Sylvana got shot in her leg and they still fucking had Sienna. What the hell are we going to do?! This is a bloodbath! “Nico,” I hear Dante calling me from his hiding spot a few feet away from me. “Stop freaking out - Dario is on his way with his men. We need to keep calm and until then get as many of those fuckers as we can.” I nod, the fog lifting from my thoughts at my brother’s words. He’s right, there is no point in freaking out right now and we need to take down as many of these assholes as we can. They declared war by taking the Dragonetti Queen and would pay in blood. But first I needed to do something, so I knelt next to my wife and pull
Sylvana It’s been close to 5 hours and our men are still in surgery. The graze on my leg was stitched up and the bullet in my arm taken out. Sienna was fine, a bit beat up, but it was nothing life-threatening. I watch her, clutching the rosary at her chest and quietly crying. This was personal, so I didn’t intervene or interrupt. “Sylvana,” I hear Sienna’s soft voice as she calls out to me, so I stand up and walk over to her. I take her hand in mine after taking a seat and she looks up at me. “They will be fine. They’re Dragonetti’s and have been through so much more than this.” I tell her, hoping to inject some positivity. Her face crumples up, and she starts to sob, “I didn’t tell him… He doesn’t know yet…” she says through her tears, and I take her in my arms, frowning. Then it clicked. “Sienna, are you….” I ask, knowing the answer, but she nods anyway. “I found out yesterday. Two months along. I didn’t know how to tell him, or how he would react. My doctor says it’s a miracle
DarioOne Year After The ‘Ndrangheta Ambush “Fuck sakes, Dario! Pay attention to this shit!” My brother, Nico, calls out as I help him with his physio. I had again been daydreaming, and he almost slipped as I helped him through the parallel bars. “Sorry, Nico,” I mumble and help him finish his set and sit him down in his wheelchair. “This is the worst fucking thing for a mafioso; being unable to walk.” He says, taking a swig of his water bottle. I had to admit that what he says is true; I could not imagine being incapacitated like this. Our line of work requires us to be quick and mobile, so I get Nico’s anger and frustration at not being able to do what he was born to do. “Are you going to tell me why you’re so spaced out lately?” Nico asks, staring at me. Was it that obvious? I shrug, “Dante wants to make me underboss when I turn 21 after you and Sylvana take over Long Island.” I say, recalling my brother’s words. Nico grins and slaps my shoulder, “Fucking Underboss of New Yor