Scott
─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Forgive me Father for I have sinned..." I let out a laugh, sitting in a confession room of our church, "Last night, I indulged in some adult activities with not just one, but two lovely ladies—Ms. Antonella and Ms. Kiara," I paused for a moment, waiting for his reaction, before continuing, "I seek your forgiveness and guidance to overcome my sinful desires.""Scott..." the warning in Father Linus' voice was not lost on me.I tried to conceal my laughter, "Ms. Antonella was a stunning blonde, and Kiara, a luscious brunette, had quite the impact on me. Ms. Kiara's bosoms were nothing short of lovely, and I couldn't resist their allure. I admit, Father, I am a weak man who couldn't resist straying off God's path.""Scott Mancini!" Father Linus was probably livid by now.I raised my hands in a surrendering manner even though I knew he couldn't see me through the other side of the confession room, "I can't remember the exact details of it as I had indulged myself in heavy drinking but what I do remember is being completely mesmerized by the impressive curves of their ample derrière. It was as if they were practically begging to be noticed, and needless to say, my naughty side couldn't help but take notice. Oh, how I wish I could rewind time and relive that moment again!""Scott, I don't need to hear every little detail of your indecent anecdotes. I understand your troubles and pray to God that he'd forgive you and lead you to God's path," he said all that in a single breath and then sighed, "Now, is there a real reason why you're here?"I frowned, how the fuck does he always know? I closed my eyes and slumped my head back, "It's fucking stupid.""Do not curse. You're in a church."I groaned, "When was my last confession?""A month ago, you also haven't visited me again."I raked a hand through my hair, "I know, Father, I've just been busy.""If there's something weighing on your heart, you know you can tell me. It will never leave this confession room, Scott," he said in his fatherly soft tone, the one he always uses on me."It really is stupid, Father... Lorenzo asked me to be the godfather of his daughter," I told him.There was silence on the other side and I wanted to laugh. Father Linus was probably thinking about what drove Lorenzo to ask someone like me to be the godfather to his daughter. Honestly, I was thinking the same thing."I don't see a problem."I let out a dry chuckle, "Me? The godfather to a little girl? I mean, shouldn't a responsible and morally upright individual be chosen to look after such a precious gift? I don't think I can protect something so precious. Given our line of work, if something happened to Lorenzo and his wife, I'd be the one to take care of that baby girl. And I don't think I deserve it or deserve her.""Scott, Lorenzo trusts you. He knows you, my son, he knows that you won't turn your back on him or his family in the time of need."I shook my head, "Exactly, Lorenzo knows what I am, who I am. If I had a little girl, If I were ever a father—which I wouldn't be—I'd never trust someone like me to take care of my daughter.""Why do you think that?""Women are precious, they are to be cared for, to be protected and I'm a prime example of how not to treat women. And I know that I accept who I am. But this, this feels like a big responsibility, Father."Again silence greeted me."Scott, If you hold a belief that the little girl in question is a precious gem that is beyond your worth, then maybe, just maybe, you are the perfect person for the job. Your heart knows the true value of her worth, and it takes someone with a big heart to cherish and nurture such a precious soul."I raised an eyebrow, this was getting too sentimental for my standards. I had no idea what had gotten into Father Linus' head today because he knows I'm not the emotional kind.I shrugged, "Whatever, I guess, I'll give it try."That made him let out a laugh, "The christening is tomorrow.""Thank you for the reminder."I sauntered out of the confessional booth, holding back a grin as I made my way out of the church. Despite being labeled as the devil's spawn by Father Linus countless times before, I still enjoyed coming here every now and then. The old man had a soft spot for me, even if he refused to acknowledge it.I remember the time when he said to me, "I bet if I sprinkle some holy water on you, you'll turn into ashes and go straight to hell."Niko's mother, Anastasia Costello—the woman who raised not only Niko but me too forced us to go to church with her every Sunday. I guess that's how it was now a part of my sinful routine. No one really knew about it, not even Niko knows that I still swing by the holy house and confess my wrongdoings, that I sneak to the confession room once in a while to wipe my slate clean. It's bad for my street cred.I whistled my way to my car, many heads turned in my direction even a few traditional church-going girls couldn't help but look me up and down. They probably thought I was here to threaten the priest or someone else and I didn't correct them. I earned the title of a sinner along with many others and I was very comfortable with them. The men nodded at me in respect, all of them belonged to the La Cosa Nostra. The church was ours, everyone in it was on our payroll.I got into my car and raced down the road, the music blasted through the speaker and I put on my sunglasses as the sunlight almost blinded me.And before I knew it, the police siren rang out from behind me. I glanced at the police vehicle in the rearview mirror and parked my car to the side. The vehicle stopped and an officer stepped out and approached my car, knocking on the window.I pushed the button and the window rolled down. I took off my sunglasses and the second the realization dawned on the officer's face, he let out a nervous chuckle, "Mr. Mancini, ah, I didn't recognize the vehicle."I gave him a smile, "No problem, officer."He stepped back and extended a hand in the road's direction, he was as pale as ghost, a stupid man didn't even know that I wasn't going to shoot him or hurt him in broad daylight. We're the fucking La Cosa Nostra, not idiots.I revved the engine and again raced down the road, stopping only when I finally reached our club, "Terra Cognita"I stepped out and the second I entered, the men and women nodded their heads at me as I made my way to Niko's office. I pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of my boss with his face resting on his wife's (unfortunately clothed) breasts as she sat before him on his desk—not the sight I wanted to see.Evangeline Costello wore a tight red dress, her head snapped back at the door to see who it was before her dark eyes landed on me, Niko didn't even bother to glance in my direction—that's how engrossed he was in that perfect pair of tits.Yeah, that sight of her in that skimpy red dress is fucking hot, I have always found this girl hot but not enough to betray Niko for it. But fuck, still the single sight of hers is enough to elicit a sexual response from me."Good morning to the lovely couple," I slumped in the seat before them, placing my feet up on his desk.Niko finally glanced at me, "Get out."I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I watched them. There's nothing quite as satisfying to me as ruining someone's private moment. Evangeline stepped down from the desk and stood beside her husband, leaning in to whisper something into his ear before giving him a playful wink. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their blissful ignorance. Married couples, ugh - they always think they're so damn cute.And then she turned to me, her eyes and smile still holding innocence even after everything, "Goodbye, Scott."I winked at her, "Goodbye, sweet cheeks."The moment she stepped out of the room, I turned to Niko, "We caught two outfit bastards this week again. Niko, they are planning something. You might want to set up that meeting with Salvatore Capone before it's too late."Niko dragged out his cigar, lighting it up, "He wants Joe Torrio. I'm not just handing over one of my capos. The Torrio family has been loyal to us for years. Send Capone a warning, and make sure he knows that if any of his men breached our territory again, it will be a bloodbath.""Decapitated heads of his soldiers would be enough to send that message."After that, I went out of the office and settled onto the couch in the corner as the waitresses served me drinks.And before I knew it, a blonde vixen on the dance floor already started to eye-fuck me. I nodded at her, just slightly tipped my head in her direction and she smiled at me from over her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of that phenomenal ass. And then she faced me, showing off those 34 DD stuffed in that little dress. Okay, now she totally had my attention. A girl with an ass and a perfect rack is what I'm talking about.Someone sat beside me and I looked to my side to see Lorenzo, he was grinning. God, that was a disturbing sight, I still wasn't used to Lorenzo being happy but somehow his princess and their spawn brought out a newer version of him."What?" I asked him."You sure about tomorrow?" he asked, ordering a drink for himself.I just shrugged, talking to Father Linus has helped. I was ready for it plus Lorenzo was a tough fucker, he won't die anytime soon, so their daughter will be their problem, not mine."I am, now stop pestering me about it, and let me score that blonde bombshell tonight.""She's the relationship kinda girl," he said and I raised an eyebrow, how the fuck does he know?"And how do you know that piece of information?"He lifted a shoulder, "It's written all over her."I glanced back at the girl who was now seductively sucking on the straw of her drink, "The only sentence I see written all over her is that she is ready to be fucked."Lorenzo shook his head, "Do you know that most girls prefer long-term relationships over casual sex?"I smiled and replied, "Well, I guess they're lucky to have you for that. But, in case they are looking for someone for a night, they can always count on me."Lorenzo chuckled and said, "Sorry, my friend, but I'm a happily married man now. Only my wife gets to have me.""Oh, Denise is one lucky woman!""Delilah."I grinned, I just did it to piss him off, "I know. Now if you will excuse me, I have a very beautiful woman to unwrap.""Man, don't you think you should stop whoring around?""I don't consider it whoring. I just have fun with it. And unlike actual whores, I don't get paid for it."Lorenzo shook his head once more, letting out a disappointed sigh. I know why that was, he always said that I was disrespectful toward women, but little did he know, my love for them was boundless. Why would I subject just one woman to the wild ride that is a relationship with me when all of them deserve a little bit of my love? Who needs just one when you can have them all, am I right?As I glanced back at the stunning blonde, her eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but feel a spark down there. She leaned forward in her chair, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage, and I found myself unable to look away. With a smile, I raised my drink in a playful toast, silently inviting her to join me for some fun.Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Ugh, I was so irritated with these stubborn waves! I've been trying to tame them for what feels like hours, but they just won't listen to me. Every time I think I've got them under control, they spring right back into their wild, unruly state. It's like they have a mind of their own!Frustrated with the situation, I yanked my hair back and secured it into an overly tight ponytail, causing a throbbing ache to pulse through my head.I decided to dress up a bit today, usually, I just throw some clothes on and leave for college but today it was Lorenzo Vitelli—the Cosa Nostra's enforcer's daughter's christening. Now that I've hit twenty-one, my mother is on my case about dressing up, as if that's the only way someone will notice me and ask me to marry them. Can't she just let me enjoy my life without bringing up this outdated and sexist idea that my only value is in my appearance?According to the Cosa Nostra standards, I was quite old as most girls were married off a
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I adjusted the cuffs of my impeccably tailored suit while we eagerly awaited Lorenzo and Delilah's arrival with Aurora. Across the room, Delilah's brother was stationed with his entourage of guards, casting doubtful glances in my direction. However, I remained unfazed by his skepticism.As Niko stepped inside the church with Evangeline and the little Masimo in her arms flanked by their guards. He flashed a grin at me. It took all of my self-control not to flip him the bird right then and there. But of course, being in public and him being my Capo, I had to resist the urge. I rolled my eyes as Father Linus disrupted my thoughts with a throat-clearing sound. "What now?" I questioned irritably.He replied with a vague, "Oh, nothing. Just feeling proud."I scowled at him and demanded, "Proud of what exactly?"He responded with a saccharine tone, "Of you, of course. For taking on this huge responsibility."I let out a laugh, shaking my head, "I'm only here because I kn
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Why did he wink at you?" Chiara asked for the umpteenth time since we left the church. As we lounged on her bed, I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning view above us. The glass ceiling showcased the twinkling stars, creating a breathtaking sight that left me in awe. Her bedroom was a masterpiece, and I couldn't help but admire every intricate detail of it.I squeezed my eyes shut, "I don't know, he was probably trying to annoy us or something." "He didn't even bat an eye at me, which is surprising considering I fit the bill of everything he usually looks for in a woman," she said shaking her head. Her tone was laced with bitterness as if she couldn't understand why he wouldn't be attracted to her. "But of course, he was staring at you the whole time. It's not like you're his usual type or anything," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And to top it off, he even winked at you and smiled," she emphasized each word, making sure to let me know how hurt sh
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I don't know if it was deliberate but my mother has chosen the most hideous dress anyone could ever ask for. This dress is so plain, it looks like something an Amish woman would wear. Long sleeves, full skirt, and white color - it's almost like a uniform. And what's with the cape on the bodice? Is it supposed to make me look more pure? Like some kind of symbol of innocence? It's ridiculous. Who cares what I wear? I am who I am, with or without this dress. But I suppose I'll wear it anyway, just to keep up appearances. The white color symbolizes my virginity. Never been touched. Never been kissed. No one has ever seen how I look like underneath all these clothes. All of a sudden, the situation became terrifyingly real. The thought of getting married and moving in with a complete stranger, becoming his wife, and bearing his children, whether or not I truly loved him, filled me with an overwhelming sense of dread. My heart felt like it was sinking to the bottom of
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I flinched as another loud bang came from downstairs. Mama had been yelling for the last hour since I told her that I won't marry Aldo. She was hell-bent on forcing me into this marriage but I won't give up too, not until I find someone who'd let me be my own person too instead of just a wife and a mother. The door creaked open and Grandpa peeked through the gap. I managed to give him a feeble smile. "I won't marry him, Grandpa..." He entered my bedroom and came to sit beside me on the bed, he wrapped an arm around my back, "Do you have anyone else in mind?" I shook my head. "Benedetto Gambino?" I scoffed, "He is just like Aldo but younger. Benedetto is controlling and he is with a different girl every single day. You know how much I hate men like this." Grandpa sighed, shaking his head, "The Cerones are very powerful, I don't think he will let this go easily. This will bruise their egos." I turned to him, "You can talk to Capo about this, can't you?" "He
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I sat on Chiara's bed as I watched her get ready. I hadn't told her about my interaction with the underboss at my engagement, she will try to gauge every single detail about it. knowing that Chiara would relentlessly pry for every minor detail. Our exchange was unremarkable; we merely conversed, and he offered me a cigarette—nope we shared a cigarette. "Look, Allegra, all I am saying is Aldo is probably a really good match, I mean they are financially way more stable than you guys—"I groaned, "Money is not a problem, Chiara, we do just fine, Grandpa earns more than enough but we do charity a lot, there's a difference. I'm not looking for a wealthy partner to take care of my financial needs."She faced me, putting on a lacey red, push-up bra, "Then what are you looking for?" I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, "I'm not even looking for anything, I just don't want to get married to anyone." "But you are getting married in a week," she
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─She slapped me. My face turned to the side and I glared at the wall. This girl had the nerve to slap me. Me? Who the fuck does she think she is?! With a lazy and calculated move, I finally turned my face to her, only to find a spark of fury igniting in her eyes. It was as if she was begging for a taste of my power. As if she didn't know who I was and what I am capable of. As if she didn't know I was the one who truly held the reins. She still dared to slap me. It's clear, she played with fire, and now she will bear the consequences.I grabbed her wrist with a firm grip, the same one she used to slap me, and forcefully pulled her towards me. As her eyes widened in terror, a smile spread across my face. It's about time she learned to fear me because that little Miss "Holier Than Thou" obviously thinks she can just slap me and get away with it."Don't ever try that again if you want to live," I threatened in a low voice But instead of cowering away from me, she stuck h
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I felt a knot in my stomach as Mama shut the door behind her. Grandpa kept looking at me as if I hadn't committed the worst crime in the history of crimes. "I just wanted to have a few good moments with my best friend before I got married—" The words were still in my mouth when a harsh stinging slap collided with my cheek so hard that I lost my footing and my body slammed into the nearby wall. The sudden impact on my cheek sent a searing pain through my face as if flames were licking at my skin. The force of the slap was so intense that I felt my jaw pop out of place. It was as if the world had stopped for a moment, and all I could focus on was the burning sensation on my cheek and the throbbing pain in my jaw. I could hardly believe that Mama had hit me with such force, and the shock of it left me reeling for a good while.The sting from the blow Mama inflicted on me had me crumpled to the ground. It wasn't the first time her hand had come down on me, but this was