SOFIA
If someone had told me I would be getting married to the most feared Mafia boss, Antonio Cattaneo, I would call you deadass crazy. Marriage was never in my plans, especially not at 23 fucking years old. I had always dreamed of pursuing art in Paris, but of course, family comes first. My father dragged me back to this prison disguised as a mansion, and my misery was only heightened by my step sister's annoying voice banging on my door.
"SOFIA!"
I could kill Chiara right now if she keeps banging my door. I could already imagine the satisfaction of putting a bullet through her pretty little blonde head. Chiara was always protected from the danger and bloodshed of the mafia world, Daddy couldn't bear a single scratch on his beloved Chiara, while he delighted in degrading me at every chance he got.
I agonizingly got up from my bed and combed my wild red hair, inherited from my mother. She disappeared four years after I was born, leaving me in the care of an abusive father who treated me like a burden
I went downstairs for breakfast, thanking Maria as I sat down to eat. Maria had been with our family since my mother's disappearance, and I was grateful for her presence.
I had tried to find my mother, but my search was put on hold when my engagement to Antonio was announced. Today, I was to meet my future husband to discuss the details of our engagement. To say I was scared would be an understatement. Antonio kills people for sport, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through my head if I displeased him. Does he truly not have a heart?
ANTONIO
I received the most disturbing call in my 30 years of living last week. My grandfather called to tell me I would be getting married to Carlos Venditti's daughter Sofia. Then he began his sermon on marriage strengthening the ties of the mafia, blah blah. All I heard was bullshit, total fucking bullshit.
I didn't need anyone to strengthen my Mafia. I was the most feared and the most successful mafioso in all of Sicily, New York, and Seattle.
I definitely didn't need anyone by my side or any connections to run this mafia. I built the Cattaneo Mafia up to this point all by my fucking self, and I would be damned if any living being thought otherwise. I would put a bullet through their skull and leave them to rot.
I ran my hand through my dark hair and called up Vincenzo, my second in command and my cousin. "Where are my shipments?" silence "I said where are my fucking shipments!" Silence again.
"If I ask one more time Enzo", Rossi hijacked them and killed 5 of our men, "Do you have his location?" Yes our men have tracked him down as we speak, Antonio I can handle this, you have a meeting with your future wife I know how gramps has been up your ass.
"That's not your decision to make, you are to answer to me not the other way round, send me their location." Enzo sent the location. It was going to be bloodshed today.
Rossi crossed the wrong man, and I'm gonna make sure HE FUCKING REGRETS IT.
I got to the location to see Enzo already had Rossi's men surrounded. I told him not to touch them, but he fucking pummeled their faces, they were unrecognizable. I'm going to have a talk with him about following orders.
"We are sorry we didn't know the goods belonged to Antonio," one of Rossi's men said.
My heartbeat quickened as the rush of adrenaline surged through my veins. The satisfaction of eliminating my enemies, one by one, was unmatched. The Venditti family would soon learn not to cross Antonio Cattaneo.
I adjusted my watch, readying my sniper. "Now you have 10 seconds to get to the door." With a satisfied smirk, I cleared my throat. "RUN." One by one, the gunshots rang out.
"Take them to the basement, we still have plenty of use for them. Enzo, follow my fucking orders when I ask you to do something, no questions asked, capishe?" I didn't bother waiting for his reply. I got in my black McLaren.
I had a date with my future bride, I wouldn't want to make a bad impression on Venditti's daughter now, this is going to be a long ass day. Cazzo!