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
Serena The mission was simple enough: get close to the youngest Dragonetti in order for us to infiltrate. Simple. Easy. I had him in the palm of my hand, ready to pounce… So why was I lying in Dario Dragonetti’s arms right now? Last night he called me up, after being quiet for a few weeks, and asked me out for a few drinks. Naturally, I obliged since this was my job. But after a few glasses of wine, alcohol lowered my inhibitions, and I found myself kissing him. We made our way to a hotel room, and before I could change my mind, Dario was inside of me. The more I tried to will myself to stop, the more I enjoyed it. Sex with Dario was out of this world; he made me cum so many times before he eventually did. Then afterward, he held me close, and we passed out. That’s how I ended up here. But the problem wasn’t that I didn’t want to be here; it was the fact that I had been deluding myself for so long. I wanted Dario so much more than I would ever care to admit, and now that I had hi
Dario The gates to our estate open, and I make my way inside. I knew my brothers would want to know whatever happened last night, and I had a lot to tell them. After switching off the ignition, I run inside and head straight to my brother’s study. I knock three times, then enter and notice that everyone has gathered and is waiting for me: Dante had Sienna standing next to him, and Nico was seated in his wheelchair with Sylvana standing behind him. Nico and Sylvana still doubted me. They didn’t think I had it in me to eliminate someone I so clearly liked before. But they don’t know what Dante put me through in the basement of our estate. Our father did things a thousand times worse to my older brother, so the training I went through was nothing compared to the training I know he went through at the hands of that monster. My brother went easy on me, if you can put it that way. “Let’s get started,” Dante said without hesitation, and I nodded. “From what I made out of last night, Sere
Serena I remember when I first saw Dario at the hospital. He had just been in a cage fight, and no one was there to treat him, so I did. His face did not match his bloodied fists at all; in fact, he looked so innocent, as if he couldn’t hurt a fly. But I heard about his reputation: Dario ‘Babyface’ Dragonetti - the innocent and youngest Dragonetti brother, was also the deadliest, especially with a knife. In one evening, he took out all the soldiers at DiMarco’s mansion with a single blade and killed half of the Bratva soldiers when they invaded his home. So no, Dario isn’t as innocent as he looks, and I am starting to see that for myself. My brothers haven’t been in my face after I spoke to Pappa about what I did, but I knew they thought I was a spoilt brat and that my father was going easy on me. I don’t think he’s going easy on me at all; I mean, he sent me right into our enemy’s territory; how spoiled was I? Work has thankfully kept me busier after my night with Dario, so I did
Dario The woman hops on top of me, riding my dick as if she was churning butter. It’s been almost two months, and instead of seeing Serena again, I was now fucking some of her friends and hoping the word gets back to her. These sorority girls have no shame, and I love it. I knew that I was deluding myself while doing this because the only woman I wanted hopping on my dick was Serena, not all these randoms who would so happily spread their legs for an attractive, rich guy. My cell phone rings for the fourth time, and I see her name flash over the caller ID again. Why won’t she give up? She’s been calling since yesterday but doesn’t seem to get the picture. I throw my phone down and get up, turning the whore on top of me around so I can take her from behind. She moans out loud, and I slam deeper into her, wrapping her long red hair around my fist, and she cries out my name. “Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth; then, as I cum, I grip her sides hard and breathe out a sigh of relief. W
Serena What the fuck am I hearing? I’ve been trying to call Dario for the last two days now, but he keeps killing the call and when he finally answers, it's to let me listen to him fucking someone else?! No fucking way, I will not let him get away disrespecting me like this, and to think..! I look down at the picture in my hand and feel the tears slipping down my cheeks. How could I have been so stupid as not to use protection? That was not like me at all, even though I was drunk, I still used my pill daily and when I did have sex, I always made sure to use protection. Is this what he wanted? To make me fall pregnant with his bastard child?! I’ve always wanted children, but not like this…. Not like this. When I see him again, he will not live down this disrespect. I cannot have this child, not with the position I’m in. I wanted to at least tell him before I got rid of it and before I delivered him to my Pappa. Now, more than ever, I will kill Dario Dragonetti and not go back on m