Married to the mafia boss Series

Angelo

Everyone wants to see the pictures at the office.

Anastasia is busy in my office reading a book. I leave her in there locked as I take care of busy in the room across the hall. My Consigliere, Captains, and closest men are in the room with me as we come up with a plan.

I can’t deny them from seeing the photos, it’ll only lead to more talk and distrust toward me. They pass around the photos and make lewd comments. They ask me if she was a good fuck and when they are going to get their turn.

They ask me how tight of a virgin she was and how loud she screamed.

It all makes me sick but I have to sit their, grin, and nod my head.

“Very tight and very loud,” I answer them back.

They pat me on the back. Even though I didn’t lay a finger on her, in this moment, I feel like my father and brother. Luca was accustomed to beating women. He was a sadist no doubt, I remember the bruises and marks on Arabella when they were briefly married. I remember the marks on my mother, too. I remember how self-conscious she was about covering them up.

But makeup could only do so much.

My father and brother left their marks and took pride in it. It repulses me to think about hurting a woman like that. I could never understand the mentality. Thinking of the women in my life getting hurt, Liliana and Viola, I would kill anyone who tries to hurt them in a heartbeat.

My mind wanders to Anastasia and someone hurting her. If those pictures were real…

If anyone touched her like that, I would lose my mind.

Christian and Piero take pictures on the burner phone and send it to all the contacts we have in the Bratva.

“Let all his men see what a whore his daughter is now,” Christian comments making everyone laugh.

“That wasn’t a part of the plan,” I try to say as calmly as I can but my aggregation is clear in my tone. My hands clench the edge of the table and my body tenses with the need to throw myself at Christian and choke him.

“Boss, this is a better idea,” one of my higher ranked men comments. “It shows how serious we are.”

“It’ll anger Vasiliev more!” I slam my fist down. “Now all his men will be watching his next moves closely. He’ll be less likely to give into our demands because of his goddamn stubborn Russian ego.”

“We’ll wait for his response,” Piero clears his throat. Suddenly no one finds the situation amusing or funny.

“I want one of his warehouses attacked tonight. We still everything and kill as much as we can. Blood for blood. Carlo, Nario, and everyone else will be avenged. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Boss,” they all collective say.

“Dismissed,” I shoo them away.

They file out one by one leaving me to my thoughts and the ringing that has me on the verge of a complete meltdown. It’s painfully obvious my men don’t see me as their boss. They screw around and disobey orders.

They’ve seen Anastasia in a way that makes my blood boil. Although staged, she was in a revealing outfit and tied to a bed. My bed. Most of my men will think of that photo tonight while with their wives, a prostitute, or their damn hands.

Revulsion once again runs through me and I have to push the sickening feeling deep down.

Don’t let it affect business, I try to tell myself.

Anastasia is exactly where I left her. My office, on the couch, and her nose in one of the books I bought her from our trip to the mall.

I stand over her blocking her reading light. She looks up at me and I ask, “How is it?”

“It’s a good part, you’re disrupting me,” she focuses her attention back on the book.

I chuckle. At least she’s keeping herself occupied.

My phone buzzes at my desk and it’s a message from Antonio. I sigh knowing it’s probably something to do with warning me more about how dangerous having Anastasia with me and friending her is.

He sent me a photo. It’s the photo of Anastasia tied to my bed and a text saying-

Antonio: What the hell did you do?

Angelo: It’s not what you think.

Antonio: I’m not understanding your intentions. Do you even understand them?

Angelo: What the hell are you talking about?

Antonio: Do you love her?

Angelo: No I don’t love her!

Antonio: Like her?

Antonio: The pauses in your response tells me yes.

Antonio: I’ve seen your arms.

I throw my phone away from me. I’m not in the mood to be lectured by him. Again.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Pushing my energy elsewhere, I start to plan the attack on the warehouse. I want this done tonight as quickly, efficiently, and victoriously as possible. I run my plans by my Consigliere first as he runs through it and adds changes for the better, but not without my permission. We fix a few things together before I push the orders giving the mission to one of my strongest soldiers, Gynni, to run.

I take Anastasia’s book out of her hands, folding the page down to save her spot. Before I’m able to sign first, she jumps up snatching her book out of my hands as she signs, “You don’t dog ear pages, you monster!” Fire is aflame in her eyes.

“Are you hungry?” I ignore her attempts at scolding me.

“Can we have chocolate cake for dinner?”

Her request surprises me, but I smile. Why not have chocolate cake for dinner? “Sure,” I oblige grabbing my phone to text Isabella about our dinner plans.

“Also, I’m going to need the second book in the series.”

“But you’re only halfway through,” I raise an eyebrow.

“So? As soon as I’m finished with this one, and I will be finished soon, I want to start book two right away.”

“Fine. But we can stop on the way home.”

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