Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“I do not want to be a Mafia Queen!” Rosana announced after barging into Sergio’s study. He was working but paid attention to her at the same time.

“I cannot agree to your rules and watch people die all the time. They are humans and make mistakes. I cannot be your queen if I have to be heartless and do the things you do”

“One of the things I do is give you org@sms, Bambolina.” He drawled lazily and looked up from his laptop. “Do you not like it?”

Her cheeks flushed and she instantly felt nerves swimming in her stomach. She held her breath and looked around, just to be sure no one heard him. Damn him for always getting the best of her, she gritted inwardly.

“I… We are not talking about that right now. The point is…”

He raised one of his brows and cut in. “Do you not like it, Bambolina?”

How was she going to admit that she loved everything she did to her and craved more? No, not her, her body! Cause if it was up to her, she would never have anything to do with him but here she was, standing and squirming under his intense gaze.

“I… I do, but…”

“Then it is settled” He concluded and returned his gaze to his laptop.

“No, it is not. I made a good judgment and it backfired on me, on the men…”

“Because you refused to follow the rules, Bambolina. Now, leave. I do not need noise”

Noise? Did he just say she was making noise? Rosana thought with wide eyes. She felt like strangling him with her tiny hands or… How did he even manage to get on her nerves all the time?

“Do not call me Bambolina” She huffed with an eye roll. “I am not a babydoll!”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Sergio looked up at her and smirked. There was something about her anger and deviance that fascinated him.

“You are whatever I say you are, Bambolina. Now, get lost before I change my mind and bend you over the table. I will f*ck your brains out and you will not be able to move your legs in weeks”

That was meant to threaten her but why does her p*ssy clench in excitement at the image he had plastered in her mind? She looked down at the table, imagining what it would feel like to be bent over it and f*cked hard. Very hard.

“Do you want to give it a try, Bambolina?” His voice was dark and it sent shivers down her spine. She quickly spun around and scurried out of the study before he changed his mind.

*****

“Words have been sent to all sh*t hole, brother. Everyone knows about the introduction” Enzo announced and poured himself a glass of gin. “She is ready. She just needs to see more of the world”

Sergio was standing in front of the window. Quietly staring out of it. “Grasso Romon?”

“That pig sh*t got an invitation too. Heard he was damn happy and celebrated with his men. Motherf*cker does not know what I am going to shove up his a*s!”

Grasso Romon was one of Sergio’s men who worked for him in another headquarters. He had hired one of the skilled and powerful assassins to kill Sergio on his wedding day but he was caught before he could even make a move.

The man did not waste time confessing everything to him before his heart was ripped out of his chest. Sadly, Sergio does not forgive or forget and he was going to make Grasso Romon pay with his and his family’s blood.

“The spies around told me he was pretty shaken when you caught his hitman. Motherf*cker could not move an inch because you were quiet the whole time. His men had to make him believe you did not know sh*t before he relaxed his stupid a*s.”

It was no secret that Enzo didn’t like whoever tried to hurt his family, especially, his beloved brother. He would go to any length just to see that the person paid for it. In blood and shattered bones.

“The men says he thinks you do not know he tried to kill you, that is why you did not make any move on him. And the invitation we sent f*cking crowned his beliefs”

As always, Sergio was on top of his game, deadly and unpredictable. Now, he was going to tear him and everyone else into shreds. “I am strong!” Rosana uttered firmly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had just taken a fresh morning shower and looked as beautiful as ever, her fair skin, radiant.

Carmencita stood behind, admiring her features through the mirror. She had come to serve her breakfast and also help her prepare and relax for the day ahead. An important day in the Mafia. The day they had all been waiting for.

Rosana was a bit nervous but she managed to keep cool. She would go into the real world soon, a very dangerous and evil one, and she would see all kinds of people, good and bad, friends, and foes, all in one. A shiver of trepidation ran along her spine and she managed a gulp.

“I am strong!”

“Yes, you are, my dear” Carmencita smiled and placed a hand on her left shoulder. “You will be the strongest Queen” “That is not what makes you strong, my dear. Power is power!”

Rosana looked at her through the mirror and took a deep breath. What would have become of her if she didn’t have a woman like Carmencita? She was brave and kind, too good for her age. How did she end up there? She wondered.

Carmencita never spoke about herself. She never mentioned a husband or a child. Does it mean she did not have any? What about brothers and sisters? Rosana wondered.

“You need to have some rest. It is necessary.” She smiled and withdrew her hand from her shoulder. Rosana turned around at once and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you for everything” She uttered, squeezing her eyes shut. “You have been a mother to me”

Carmencita was startled at first but then she softened and patted her softly on the back. Rosana was also a daughter to her. One she wished was hers instead of the other who regarded her as nothing.

“Oh, do not mention, my dear. I love taking care of you”

She had expected her to pull away but she didn’t. Instead, she held onto her like a little child clinging to the mother. A sigh ripped out of Carmencita’s chest and she hugged her tenderly. She had also missed such a beautiful feeling.

“I miss my mother,” Rosana muttered, her eyes still closed. “She always tried her best to shield and protect me the best way she could. But my father was different”

“At a tender age, he had separated me from my mother and brother. She cried and begged him to change his mind but he wouldn’t. He said he was protecting me and it was for the best. I lived in the States with a distant relative. There were two men my father had assigned to watch over me. But they were not family.”

“I cried every night as a child because I missed my mother. The walls were too cold.” She sniffled and continued, still in Carmencita’s arms. “Nino was the only person that made me feel alive. We would talk on the phone all the time and make video calls just to see each other. But then I was told he was dead!”

“Nothing could fill up the vacuum he had left behind. Sadly, my father would not let me return for his funeral. He ordered me to remain in the States and I hated him more for that. Then, I was ten years old and Nino was twenty”

Carmencita listened quietly without uttering a word. She felt so sorry for the young lady and how her life had turned out to be. All her life, she had lived following her father’s orders.

“Thank you so much for everything. I have learned a lot from you!”

Finally, she pulled away and smiled, her smile as wide as Nebraska’s. She felt relieved that she had opened up to someone. Not just anyone but Carmencita who was like a mother to her. She could feel a heavy burden lifted off her chest.

“It is alright, my dear. Everything will be fine.” She smiled in return. “Now get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you”