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 Almost a week after Luciano arrived and Dante was still not back. Luciano has backed off a bit after what happened in the NYBG, and I sort of felt relieved. He’s been here for almost two weeks now and I couldn’t help but be very fond of him and his company. We've bonded over horticulture and he’s given me good advice on how and when to start up my own little garden on the estate. I might just grow my own vegetables after the in-depth lessons he’s given me. It was 4 pm, and I was busy with dinner with Luciano helping me. Bonus: he loves to cook as well. His wife is a very lucky lady and I find myself being extremely jealous of her. “No, no, no, it has to be olive oil, or it won’t taste the same! originale modo italiano!” “I prefer coconut oil, the benefits are so much better.” Luciano and I were arguing about which oil to make the chicken parmesan with. He was adamant it would not taste the same without olive oil, but I knew how much better it tastes with coconut oil! “I’ve
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
Dante What the fuck. What the actual fuck was going on? I knew my uncle was slimy, but I never would have thought that he would do this to me. And with Lenore, my love Lenore. I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t decide to finally give in to my stubbornness and go to Sienna. I needed to speak with her, and craved her closeness after being away for so long. But this, I didn’t expect this. When I stood listening at the door, Sienna was physically fighting him off after he touched her and proclaimed that she was mine. I have to admit that hearing her say that with such conviction made me smile. After everything I had done to her, she would still choose me above anyone else. My wife was as loyal to me as my own blood, and yet I abused her at every turn. “What the fuck is going on here?” The voice of Nico came behind us and saw me with my Beretta raised at Luciano’s head, Dario flanked me on the right. Sienna walked towards the bed and leaned against the iron post while taking
Sienna I knew when Dante left that night that things had changed. The man who once terrified me with his presence now stood as a broken, defeated shell, covered in the blood of his betrayer. Everything made sense now; his debasing of me, his underhanded bouquet message: disdain, death and revenge. I was nothing but an instrument of vengeance against my father, who he assumed murdered Lenore. I truly meant nothing to Dante, and the thought hurt me more than I care to let on. But then I am taken back to that night. He called me ‘Sunflower’ as an endearment and when I had to call his brothers, I saw that his phone screensaver was a picture of me taken unaware. Why would he do that if he did not care for my existence if I were nothing more than a pawn in his revenge game? I put my coffee cup in the sink and walked out of the door to my garden. It was two weeks later, and I barely saw Dante anymore. Nico said to leave him be for now, and Dario advised to give him time. All I wanted to
Sienna I spend most of my days in my conservatory. I don’t know how Dante did it, or how he knew my favourite flowers, but this is the best gift I have ever received. Things between us are... better - improving. He slept in bed with me at night now but hasn’t tried to have sex with me even once. I think he is a bit too broken at the moment to even think about sexual needs I looked down at my phone and realised that I hadn’t made dinner yet and it was 5 pm already! I grabbed my things from the coffee table and rushed to throw something together for dinner, but I am taken aback by the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen area. Rounding the corner, I am convinced that I was dreaming, that today wasn’t real at all because standing there IN A SUNFLOWER APRON was Dante and he was cooking! “Uh... Dante?” I asked, walking towards him and trying to hold back my smile, but failing miserably. He looks up when he hears my voice and grins. “Girasole,” he starts, “I hope you like Pasta P
Dante I opened the door to our bedroom and knew that Sienna was fast asleep already. Sighing, I had hoped that the meeting with Nico wouldn’t drag on as long as it did, because I needed to speak with her again. Lately, I seem to crave Sienna’s warmth and closeness, and I’m not sure why I allowed myself to reject her presence in my life. She was pure sunlight in my world of darkness. After a shower, I eased myself into bed next to her and was careful not to wake her up. Since Luciano, Sienna doesn’t know I realise this, but she has had bad night terrors. She would shiver and awake screaming during the night and not remember anything the next day. This has made me regret making her stay for my uncle’s execution - she was not made for death. She stirred as I moved closer to her and turned around, placing her head on my chest as if it was the most normal thing to do. I smile at her night comfort with me and hold her closer, inhaling her pure scent and feeling a tightness in my chest. W
Sienna I awake the next morning with an arm wrapped around my waist and at first, I stiffen, then everything that took place last night comes flooding back to me. The image of waking up to Dante in between my legs pleasuring me as I slept will forever be burned into my mind. Last night was... last night was amazing, and that’s all I’ll be elaborating on the subject! Dante stirred and pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss on my shoulder. “Sienna,” he murmured in a voice laced thick with sleep, and I smiled as I turned to face him. He had a smile on his face as well. “Good morning,” I said, and his grin spread. “Hmm, good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I nod, nuzzling into his neck. How did we reach this point exactly?? Was Luciano’s death a blessing in disguise? Feels a bit wrong, but okay. Perhaps I shouldn’t look a gift horse in its mouth, especially since it turned my marriage into something more tolerable. T