Sienna Dante tells me it’s okay, that we can worry about having children at a later stage, that this does not make him love me any less… But I couldn’t help it. I felt incomplete and broken like I wasn’t a woman anymore because I could not reproduce. “Sienna, you’re forgetting about the 20% chance your body will have. We will work this out, we will find a way. It kills me to see you like this.” Dante says as he joins me on the bed. I was still laying on my side after 14 days because my back was still tender. The stitches were starting to itch, but the doctor assured me that it was a part of the healing process. At least they were dissolvable. I sigh and look up at the man who has come to mean so much to me. “I know. Please allow me to wallow in my self-pity for a while, Dante. I will be okay,” I say, but I wasn’t sure if I was trying to reassure him or myself. He gives me a tight smile. “Okay, but please do not forget if it wasn’t for you, we would all be dead right now.” My eyes
Sienna It has been two months since the invasion, and everyone has been acting strange lately. I had a feeling it had to do with their revenge plot, but I knew better than to ask what it entailed. Dante was extra snappy, Nico was extra jumpy, and Dario… Well, Dario is still pleasant. He usually joins me when I go for my walks around the gardens, along with two other men. Dante has been more protective of me since we admitted our feelings to one another, and I have to admit that it is quite annoying. I understand his need to protect me, but three bodyguards? Overkill. “What’s going to happen to your fighting now?” I ask Dario as we take a late afternoon stroll through the garden. It was mid-July, so the weather was warm and lovely. I know it has frustrated him at having to cancel his last match, but Dante forbade him to fight until he’s healed. The fight with the Russian took a lot out of him. He shrugs, “I don’t know. I’ll have to wait until I’m at 100% before I touch another pun
Sienna Sighing, I clear the table and walk the corridors to Dante’s office, shaking with a wave of unknown anger. I knock three times and hear his answer of “Avanti,” before I enter. He looks up from his laptop and frowns when he sees me. “Sienna?” he asks, and I close the door when I walk in. The anger was still burning hot in my veins so I walk around his desk and claim his lips like he always does me. I’ve never been angry enough to do this, and normally I would let it go, but not now. He meets my kiss in the same vicious way, and I taste blood as our tongues intertwine. I straddle him and rip open his shirt, melting into our violent kiss and what this anger was doing to my body. Dante senses my need and lifts me up, knocking everything from his desk and putting me down. He then pulls a knife out from his gun holster and stands in between my legs, cutting my dress open and exposing my semi-naked body to him. I turn around on purpose so he could see the scars left from my assaul
Dante I looked into Sienna’s eyes and knew I could trust her with this, trust her with my lie and my truth. She might see me in a completely different light after she finds out that I am not who they made me out to be. The thought alone scared me half to fucking death, but I needed to tell her. She needs to know. “Before I became the man they call il Drago, I was very much like Dario, who took after our mother. My father saw my kind heart and decided to rip it out and burn it from my body.” I take her hand and move it across the bumps that mar my chest and back. “These scars all over my body are from what is known as Dragonetti Blood Training. Before we become made men, they train us to shut off our emotions through daily torture administered by our Capo. In our case, it was our father. He always saw me as weak and would repeat the term with every burn, cut and hit my body took. Dario somehow snuck into the basement one night at the height of my torture and saw what was being done t
Domenico I spot her through her bedroom window as she gets herself ready for bed with her long blonde hair tied up. For three nights now my brothers and I have been camped outside the DiMarco’s estate, watching them and learning their habits. From 7 pm, Sylvana goes into her room and gets herself ready for bed, by 8 pm she turns off the lights and quiet descends over the mansion. Even though she hasn’t officially taken over from her father, she commands the household and rules it with an iron fist. This is the woman who gets my cock hard by the mere thought of her, a fucking mafia boss and heir to her father’s dynasty. No other woman would ever sate my needs after being with her - and it pissed me off. She orchestrated the attack on my family and nearly had Sienna and Dario killed. I wanted to have her tortured and disposed of, then I would have my hands washed off her. But no, Dante had other fucking things in mind and now we were watching the woman who would forcibly be my wife.
Sylvana This can’t be happening. No, no, no! Didn’t the stupid Russians dispose of them? What did we pay them for?! The man who I tried to get away from now had my hair tangled in his fists and was pulling me towards a waiting car outside our mansion. I tried to push him, try to fight him off, but it was of no use; Domenico Dragonetti was stronger than I could ever hope to be. “Stop squirming or I’ll be forced to knock you out and trust me I am pissed off enough to not be gentle, Sylvana.” He says through gritted teeth. When he says my name, a shiver runs up my spine and I am disgusted with myself. The elder brother, the one who terrified me, had gone into my father’s room to ‘leave a message’ as he said and returned with bloodied hands. The sight alone broke through me, but I wasn’t about to show it, especially not in front of Domenico. He pushes me into the SUV and a few minutes later; we drive away - away from my father and away from my home. I look down at my shackled hands an
Sylvana Domenico opens a door and shoves me inside. He locks the door behind us and stands there, looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest. “Why are you doing this, Domenico? Just kill me already,” I say, turning towards him and wrapping my arms around my body when a chill runs up my spine. He scoffs. “That’s what I suggested, but my fucking brother would rather see me suffer along with you,” he says, looking at me with disdain. Wow, what happened to the Domenico that obsessed over me? He walks over to me and drags me into a massive walk-in closet. “Sienna picked this shit out for you, go shower and clean up.” He then turns around to walk out and stops at the entryway. “Oh, and don’t think about trying to escape or kill me in my sleep. Since your little attack, Dante has beefed up the security detail and any sharp object in this room has been removed. You can fashion nothing into a weapon either. Try anything, and I won’t hesitate to make you sleep next to your headless
Sylvana I dressed down in a pair of jeans, a white blouse and some flats… then I waited. What else was there to do but wait? Sitting on the enormous bed, I drew my legs up to my chin and breathed out a sigh. Domenico came in here, and as soon as he saw me naked, something snapped in him. The worst part was I allowed it to happen. I didn’t push him away; I didn’t stop him. So, it wasn’t fair that I put all the blame on him. Craving Domenico’s dominance is one thing, submitting to him is another altogether. How did we even start talking at the wedding? One minute I was angry at my father for bringing me here, the next Domenico was fucking me against the wall of a guest room. My father did not train me to be a Mafia Princess, saving myself for my wedding day. No, I quite enjoyed casual sex, but the one time with him was anything but casual. Once I got a taste, he was embedded in my mind and wrapped in my senses. Now look at me; a prisoner. I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I