Sylvana Sienna held my hand and led me to Dante’s study. It was 7 pm and Abraham had left a few minutes ago. I’m not sure what awaited me in there, but I was prepared. “Don’t worry, Dante won’t do anything rash. He needs you now,” she says, trying to calm my heart. Trust Sienna to something like this. We reach a pair of huge oak doors and Sienna knocks three times before Dante’s voice came from the other side, telling us to enter. I follow her inside and notice that Dante was not alone; Domenico and the youngest brother, Dario, had joined as well. They look at us with surprise. “Dante, what the fuck?” Domenico asks when he sees me. It seems as though the older brother wasn’t as forthcoming as I had thought. Dante leans back in his chair and gestures for Sienna to come to him, letting her sit on his lap as soon as she gets there, then he whispers something in her ear and she nods. “Sylvana has something to tell us about Abraham Solanzo.” Dante starts, finally letting me know why I

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

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 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

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