"Kill me," she rasped, her voice hoarse. It was confusing; didn't she want this, didn't she want me? What an actress. My laughter turned bitter. "That would be too easy," I smirked before letting go of her neck and dropping her to the floor. I crouched down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at me. "I'm going to torture you, destroy you, but never kill you. After all, you'll have to sleep with me eventually. You are my wife now," he mocked me cruelly. Jennifer Nelson, the fearless Russian capo's perfect and pure daughter, finds her life changed when she's married off to form a treaty. Her new husband, Alexander Alfonso, is known worldwide, especially to her. The treaty wasn't the only reason he married her-he wanted revenge. Eight years have passed; has anything changed? She didn't expect to last long in the marriage. How far will she go to survive? Does she even want to? Alexander Alfonso, the ruthless Italian capo, is known for his cruelty. After something devastating happens to him, it haunts him for eight years until he gets the perfect chance to make the person responsible pay. He thinks he knows everything about her, but all his studying might be wasted when she reveals her truth. Even the most evil people have a traumatic story that shaped them. How far will he go to make her pay? Does he even want to after learning the truth? TW: This story contains triggering topics of many sorts.
This house choked me, maybe it was because I could still hear her sweet laugh and her precious voice as they ran through the many gardens that this house sported or, maybe it was because that monster was alive and living here, yet she wasn't.
We were all silent when I heard light footsteps and a laugh so delicate it could have belonged to an angel. However, I knew who it belonged to, and she was no angel. I hated her being able to laugh so freely it infuriated me, made me see red.
The round table separated the 4 of us, it had been placed on the balcony of Nelson's home office. The view of Madrid was rather amazing, yet it couldn't compare to my views of Sicily. Although the fresh summer breeze relaxed me a bit, I was still in the mood to kill.
What was the meaning of his invitation? More intriguingly, why invite Papa? He retired from the business ages ago, maybe it wasn't for business. All I know is, I have no time for it.
I stare at the man who sat before me, so the rumors really are true, Capo Nelson really is getting old. His eyes were aged, yet they still held their cold and emotionless stare. His head that once held his brunette locks was now quickly balding with his remaining hair a deep grey. His skin was now wrinkled. However, he sat tall.
He was staring right back at me, but when he realized I had noticed he quickly looked away. Damn right, he knows better than to look at me like that. Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to pierce his skull but in this case, it would cause an unnecessary war. Which wouldn't be ideal right now, I didn't need to stake our treaty.
He was testing me, stupid old bastard. I was tempted to bark something at him, to make him explain his plans, however, I manage to stay calm. "Respect the timing, my son." My father's words blare through my ears.
There are many differences between me and my father, making us nothing alike; one of them being I'm worse, much worse than he ever will be, my reign will be far more successful as I become more powerful than the rest.
Everyone knows I'm not a very patient man. But he doesn't deserve the pleasure of me twitching or squirming. I sit tall staring back, the tension between us rising.
His time is nearly over, the crown on his head would soon be passed onto his oldest son, Martinez. I can see it, Why couldn't they just announce it already?
Looking around, I see their men dressed in suits, guns resting in their holsters and earpieces snaked around their ears.
I knew I should have come with more men, instead, my father insisted on only bringing Enzo, Marco, Matteo, Roman, Diago, and Stanley with us. He had assured me no more were necessary. Stupid old man, I know he knows why we are here, he must know at least something.
Glancing around again, I notice Enzo, Stanley, Roman, Diago, and Marco guarding the arena. There are far more Russians on the other side, even more below us. To put it simply, we are trapped. Matteo stood tall behind us, while my hand traced the holster beneath my tailored suit.
Yes, I came somewhat prepared.
One wrong move from the opposite and they wouldn't know what hit them. But he wouldn't touch me, he wouldn't dare.
The history of our families runs deeper than overlooking the blue. Crueler than the dark clouds towering over the sky. One I don't wanna talk about.
I'm on their ground, in their territory. Not to mention, I'm outnumbered. If they were in Italy, my area, they would all be following me.
My rules, My reign.
Nobody challenges me.
Nobody speaks back.
They all fear me, as they should.
They all pathetically kiss the floor I walk on.
Over there, I am God, I am Satan, I am the leader of all leaders.
I don't own just my Mafia, I own them all; Capo Di Capi.
Fuck yes, I am worshipped more than a god.
Back in Italy, I am the law.
The.Fucking.King!
But here, I am a guest.
Like old times.
"Alfonso." The old bastard greets with a curt nod.
About.Fucking.Time!
"Nelson." I greet back, my voice laced in dominance, while I return the nod.
The old man glares at his son, who is glaring in absolute menace at me. I quickly return the favor, I don't avert my eyes, and nor does he.
"I don't agree to this agreement!" He whisper shouts to his father.
"It isn't your decision! You aren't don, I am!" The old man shouts in dominance, silently threatening his son.
Martinez sighs before standing down.
The old man leans back in his seat. "I have a proposition for you." He waits for my approval to continue.
"Go on," I say arching my eyebrow slightly.
"We both know enemies are rising, getting stronger by the day." He begins.
What he is saying is true. These bastards are on a mission to destroy us, to destroy me, To destroy my empire, my legacy, my birthright.
"I want to be more than allies." He announces.
"Are we not?" I spit, my voice coiled in hatred.
My father clears his throat as if something had gotten stuck in it. It reminded me of his presence. Nelson gives my father the slightest nod, ignoring my outbreak. What the fuck is going on right now?
"I want the Nelson's and the Alfonso's to be United. Rumour has it that a newer, stronger, larger enemy is rising. However, no one knows who. But that bastard is on the brink of making us, enemies." He spat angrily.
"Are we not already enemies?" Benjamin asks referring to my mafia and his fathers.
"We are not pointing guns at each other Benjamin!" Nelson sighs.
"It can be arranged," I smirk at Benjamin.
"I'm on board," Benjamin replies.
"Stop it both of you!" Nelson exhales holding the bridge of his nose in outrage.
"Show some respect!" Matteo growls.
"Watch it! We don't wanna start aiming guns do we now?" My father shouts at Matteo.
I need to get out of here as soon as possible, the Russian breeze is beginning to fuck with my brain. All I want is to pull the trigger and spill blood.
"So how do you suppose we get stronger? Are you gonna hand me the throne?" I asked tilting my head to the side while I study him. I always have the upper hand in any deal, whether it's alliances or drugs or prostitution or weapons. No matter what, I always win. Considering the circumstances, I don't know what he'll offer.
He has nothing to offer unless it's sharing in his long list of business.
The old man shook his head closing his eyes and for the first time, I notice something troubling him. Nothing dared to trouble the ruthless Russian Mob boss. He was the murderer walking into your life and ruining it. My stomach pummels at the worst imagination.
Once he finally opens his eyes, he stares directly into mine. "I am not giving you the throne, I am giving you something more precious than my mafia." He spoke his voice laced in regret and sorrow.
To say I'm confused would be an understatement; because my brain doesn't understand what could be more precious than his Mafia and its power. I can get shares from anyone.
"I am giving you a piece of myself." He sighs.
"Stop talking riddles, Nelson!" I growl.
It happens so fast, I almost miss it. Benjamin grabs a gun from under his jacket and points it at my head. However, Matteo is faster and he points his gun at Capo. Roman and Diago have theirs on Benjamin. Papa curses under his breath as I sit back and relax in my chair.
I know I'm outnumbered, but I also know they wouldn't dare shoot.
"Drop your gun Benjamin!" Capo demands.
"He disrespected you!" Benjamin shouts keeping his gun pointed at me.
"Roman! Diago! Drop your fucking weapons!" Father demands, they almost do but stop themselves remembering that they only take orders from me, and they no longer take orders from him.
"Drop the fucking gun now Benjamin," Capo demands, Matteo hesitates but finally lowers it.
I silently signal my men to put them down to as Capo signals his to do the same.
"Tsk, Tsk, Didn't know Russians treated their guests like this," I smirk.
"Don't disrespect me, boy!" Capo warns.
I chuckle in response.
"You haven't stopped testing my patience since I got here, So tell me what is it you want to do." I glare at him.
He takes a deep breath before announcing," I want you and Jennifer to get married."
"Don't defy me Nessa submit yourself to me." he said in a threatening voice. She was shocked at how stubborn he is and not even trying to understand her vulnerability. "No I'll never do this. I don't want this, please." She cried out this time joining her hands in front of him and also trying to clutch her dress. "You have to because I bought you and I can do whatever I want with you." He evilly smirked while gazing up and down at her and her gaze again went to her cleavage and now she was looking like a irresistible temptress to him without doing anything. "Please you are not my soulmate, my forever love." she said sobbing out again trying to make him understand. 'What is this nonsense soulmate or forever love?' he thought and scoffed loudly. These things are nothing to him and now it will not matter for her too because he the one who will matter for her now. He strode towards her and held her jaw in a tight grip and gritted his teeth. "There is nothing like that. Forever is a lie and even there is something like this I'll be that for you. " He spat at her aggressively not even liking a bit that she will be with someone else. "No leave me please I beg you." she pleaded him again and now it made him go crazy knowing why she is resisting him because she thinks he is not his soulmate or his lover. Even if any soulmate of her is out there he will not let him be alive. He will kill him with his own bare hands and give him that much painful death that any man will think hundred times to even lay their eyes on her. "Yes you will beg me to don't stop after I'll fuck you till your submission." He said and left her jaw throwing her on the bed. *** An innocent girl Vanessa Orwell is abducted and sold to the Italian mafia boss. Morgan Price the Italian mafia boss bought and kept her with him without her will. But her everything starts attracting him towards her. What will he do when suddenly he starts feeling something for her?
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