Mafia's Vice

She’s late. Our first meeting and she was already 5 minutes late. If this didn’t signify the Vincenzo family’s slack way of dealing with the problem at hand, then I don’t know what did. I pick up my glass of bourbon and my eyes scan the restaurant; high end and extravagant, as to be expected. Politicians wooing investors, wealthy married couples on dates hoping to maintain public appearances; yes this was the perfect place to do a deal with the devil. When Aldo Vincenzo called me earlier in the week with suggestions of an accord, I must admit that I was surprised. New York and Chicago have long been at one another’s throats, but now we have a common enemy; The Russian Bratva was taking more and more of our territory, and we needed to bring an end to them. “I am so sorry for being late, Dante. We certainly were not prepared for New York traffic!” The whirlwind that was Sienna Vincenzo says and snaps me out of my thoughts as she takes a spot opposite me. I look at her with interest.

Sienna I look up into the green eyes of Dante Dragonetti, and my heart stops beating. What was he doing in my room? And why was he holding me up against my bedroom door? “D-Dante? What are you doing?” I stutter out and catch the grin forming on his face as he licks his lips. “Am I not allowed to see my intended bride?” He asks, running his fingers down my cheek, and I tremble at his touch. “Of course, you may, I am yours,” I tell him, almost adding that this was inappropriate - he should not be in my room alone. He chuckles and draws his face closer to mine. “Then why are you so terrified of me?” He whispers in my ear, his breath on my neck sending a shiver down my spine. What kind of question was that? Did he not know that he put the fear of God in everyone he meets? “I am not… You merely surprised me, that’s all. I didn’t expect to find you in my room when you are only due to arrive tomorrow.” I managed to get out, m

SiennaSunday - It was the morning of my wedding and I have been up since 3 am pacing my bedroom floor. This was it. The time had finally arrived, and I was a nervous wreck. I could hear Mama as she paced the floor above me, seemingly as nervous as I was. We had landed in New York the day before because the wedding reception was taking place at Dragonetti Mansion, a vast estate that once belonged to Dante’s parents.My family and I are currently staying at Dante’s guesthouse, because of the old tradition of the bridegroom not being allowed to see the bride before the wedding.I got up from my bed and walked towards my wedding gown as it stood on the mannequin. It was a magnificent work of art made of silk and lace, embellished with a diamond bodice and an illusion Sabrina neckline adorned with scattered Swarovski crystal beading. It had an open screen back as well. Running my fingers over the bodice, my thoughts go straight to today

Sienna The Dragonetti estate was a sight to behold! Dante’s parents had impeccable tastes and you could see it by the opulent architecture, art and perfectly manicured gardens. “You have a beautiful home, Dante,” I say as I take everything in. “Thank you, but it will be your home too from today forward.” He says and we arrive at the reception to greetings from our fellow friends and family members. As per custom, we greet everyone individually as they give us their good wishes and felicitations. “Brother, you have a beautiful bride,” came the voice of the man who accompanied Dante to my parent's home back in Chicago. This man was lean and well built, with the same intense green eyes and dark hair as Dante, and I recall him being Dante’s best man. He picks up my hand in his and kisses the back. “Bella,” he says and I blush at his compliment. “Thank you,” I say as a smile plays on my lips and he winks at me. “Are you flirting with my wife, Nico?” Dante asks him, but the man named

Dante *Trigger Warning - Sexual Violence*What was I doing? Why was I being so gentle with her? Her body belonged to me by right and I could destroy any chance of her ever enjoying sex again, but that look she gave me before I kissed her had done something to me. It was the look of a virgin knowing she had no other choice but to submit to her husband, and then she had to go and say what I had been thinking. For some reason, I wanted Sienna to enjoy what I was about to do to her and what she was doing to me. Her body was gorgeous and bent to my every touch and caress, it was said the Vincenzo Princessa was beautiful; but whoever said that had clearly never seen her naked. No words could express how gorgeous her naked body was - and it was all mine. Her pure body and soul were mine. I nudge her legs open and look down at the gift presented to me; and how exquisite it was. Her virginal scent clouded my mind, and I could tell she was aroused by the faint wetness at her entrance. I had t