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Inevitabilmente mio.

HER POV:

My Benito. I could see him from two blocks away even without putting on my glasses. I couldn't wait to meet him.

Getting out of the car, I look at Don Salvatore Abelli and Don Nico Russo. They were already waiting with their families at the gate. Nico was with his wife, his dear dear wife, Elena. The Sweet Abelli he was going crazy for. And beside them was my Benito.

I reached them and Salvatore reached out to hug me. And I hugged him back. "Don, quanto mi sei mancato."

I then hug his wife, Celia, and going to Tony, Adriana and finally Elena with her husband. "Sweet Abelli, ma bella come stai? Nico! Non sei felice di vedere tua sorella?" I said, smiling so hard that even the Sun would become blind by it.

"Sure did miss your loud voice. " he said, and Elena slapped him hard in the head. They're the only ones that could make me laugh.

I turned my head to a particular person. Benito. I frowned. "Benito. Why so serious today? Che è successo?" then I look at the Don for measure. He's shaking his head at me, "That's not Benito, Donna Afrodite. That's his twin, Leonidas."

I arch my eyebrow questioningly. So, he dared disrespect me? "Where is he, Nico?" I asked him while looking at Leonidas.

"Afrodite- It's best if you stay here." He said in a weird voice.

That's when I turn my head to look a him properly. Is he trying to fool me? La Donna?

"Ace." I said.

He didn't move. But his eyes flickered up.

I retreated my gun from my right thigh and calmly walked to the last floor of Abelli's house. Nobody tried to stop me. They didn't say anything. They knew not to deny my demands.

Once there, I slammed his door open and shot her in the middle of her eyebrows, while looking at him in the eyes. He fucking got to know Donna Afrodite. "Ciao, Benito mio." I said while giving him my innocent smile. And then I tuned around, getting away from his room.

NO POV:

Donna Afrodite was the only female mafia capo who ruled all the mafias combined together. She came from a male dominated family, in fact she has only her mother Cristina Russo, grandmother and her older sister. Plus, her other cousins. But they weren't relevant to her. She had four older brothers. And her father was the notorious Romano Petrov, the don of the Italian-Russian mafia. She was the youngest in that family, and the most treasured.

When one day her father blew her perfect bubble telling her that she had an important role for the mafia world. Giving her a letter, a document written by her grandfather, the former Don of the Italian-Russian mafia, stating how he had passed to her the duty to become la futura Donna and the future head to the Italian-Russian mafia, or the so called "PRIME MAFIA", the first mafia ever founded and the only one that could keep every other mafia under control, other than the Greek one.

But, there was also another thing to this demand. She'd become la Donna and than marry the heirs of the Greek-Italian mafia.

Her father tried to find a loophole to this letter, and tried to change her destiny, but she knew he couldn't do anything. And so, five years ago, when Afrodite was only an innocent and sweet, eighteen year old girl, decided to accept the duty.

And that's when her empire began.

BENITO'S POV:

She entered the room, smiled at me with her perfect lips and shot the girl that was awfully riding my cock, while looking at me.

Fuck. I can't say that she didn't make me hard as fuck.

Ugh, I have to clean myself up. It's fucking weird to have a girl die on top of you meanwhile her pussy was fucking your cock. Thank god I always put on a condom.

"BASTARDO. Che cazzo stai cercando di fare, eh????? She can fucking ruin you. She will ruin us! Because of you. And you're here playing with whores up and down as if you're looking to get killed. Are you fucking insane? Or do you much prefer my gun killing you now?" Nico said, furious as hell.

Well, I get it. I'm supposed to marry la Donna and I'm disrespecting her as if she won't be my future wife and as if she won't make me future Don of all mafias. But, I don't get why she doesn't refuse this goddamn marriage.

"Get the fuck out of my room you assohole. Can't you see I'm getting dressed?" he looked me as if that was the last thing I should have said in this world.

He was about to say something else when Elena, my cousin came and took him out meanwhile covering her eyes.

After getting dressed, I go downstairs to have a drink. She's on the top of the table, my uncle Salvatore leaving it to her, to respect her. And she's smiling and loving to my family, as if I didn't just ruin her reputation with what I did.

"Good evening everyone." I say and get a glass, fill it with whiskey and sit down in the table.

Elena scoffs at me and Adriana too. But I don't pay attention to them. I look at her. And then meet my brother's eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I glare at him.

Celia gasps out loud, meanwhile Don says "Benito, boy behave."

"Brother. Missed me?" My twin brother says and smirks at me.

HER POV:

My Benito finally gave us the pleasure to come and stay with us at the table. Little bastard thinks I can refuse this contract. He doesn't know that our future was already written by our grandparents and we couldn't do anything about it.

"Benito. Leonidas. That's enough." I said to them both. They immediately turned to look at me and stopped killing eachother with their eye-glaring.

I smile happily, and look at Salvatore. "Salvatore. My father should not find out about what occurred today. And neither about what has happened before. If he does find out, he'll do half of what I was about to do. "

He nods at me with a serious face and says "Donna, I'm sorry. We won't let it happen again."

I don't aknowledge his words and raise my hand indicating for the other women to get out of the room. Once they do, I start, "Benito. Do you know who I am?" I say without even looking at him but continuing to eat the food Celia has done with her mother in law.

He doesn't respond. So, I raise my hand again and say "Kneel".

He, growling lowly, gets up from his seat and kneels at my feet. With his head down. His jaw clenched and his teeth gritting. His ears red.

I lower the fork down and swallow the food down. I turn to look at him and raise my hand toward him. He understands and kisses my ring. "Bene." I caress his hair and head as if he was a pet. Because he is. He is my husband and only now he's understood it.

Fedeltà

Now what truly makes me curious is what’s behind those beautiful brown eyes…

It is really hard for me to understand his intentions. Sometimes he’s cold and crude with me but there are also times when he is calm, soft and he even initiates affection towards me. Because of this, exactly I am dubious of his actions.

As in, do you love me or do you not love me?

I don’t want to continue living like this anymore; loving you while I’m trying to understand what’s worth doing and what not. I’m in a conflicting position with insecurities that I never had before but finally you had the urge to make me have them. It’s outrageous to think that I love you but at the same time I hate you. And I’m not particularly talking about that kind of hate that engulfs your very being and claims your soul, plaguing it with negative faith. No, I’m talking about that moment where one’s behaviour is so beautifully wrong, making you infatuated to it in a way that brings you to respectfully hate that person. But make no mistake, dear readers, hating that person doesn’t mean that I’m not burning with a raging fire within my heart and mind, roasting those little rational thoughts that have been remaining in my tiny skull, instead I am suffering in misery while stopping this hate towards this person, because it’s paradoxically sweet of him to have that demeanour with me.

I’m the one to blame. Because I never ceased to live without him in my routine. As in I dived into his lifestyles and matched my own rhythms to his, sacrificing my freedom and empowerment. Isn’t this such a cruel world?

Perfect cruel rational world. That seeks to confine us into narrow roles and expectations, and we defy those limitations. At least that’s what a normal person seeks to proceeding.

Instead, I am doing the opposite. Aren’t I ashamed of my own actions and ambitions? I seek to have a love life and I search for it in every single corner of the streets I walk through. But, I’m absolutely not embarrassed of my intentions, I am exhausted of all the limitations imposed upon me by an outdated script of delusional MEN of an old fashioned world. Now, I come from a quite antique century too, but I never seek to follow these outdated “laws”…

But he is the man of his times, the one that lives in danger and commands his inferiors, putting them to submission and protecting his dear ones.

I am one of his dear ones. His first priority. He has proven it to me. Several times. And I’m not talking about something that happened some years ago… No, I’m talking about two days ago;

We were seated in the back seats of our car, the driver could not particularly listen to our conversation, but we were having a small quarrel about something that had no means to whatsoever… But he was getting angry, not at me but he had been bothered by several affairs that day and he had no patience whatsoever to deal with tiny little stupid issues that I created in the moment just because I wanted a bit of his attention…

He raised his voice at me. He had never done it before.

And at that moment, I turned my head and looked out of the window. He stopped his sentence. And stopped talking.

When we arrived home, I waited for him to open my door and I got out the car. With my head raised, I was headed to the door. He followed behind me. Stayed behind me. Never dared to say something to me.

Once inside our room, I closed the door and only said one word “Out”.

The next morning I woke up, did my usual routine and headed to my kitchen to have breakfast. I saw that he had already prepared breakfast for me. And then, he had went to meet his men.

After that I had gone out for a stroll in my garden.

I had thought I had been all alone. But there was a presence behind me. That person put their hand to my mouth and blocked my arms, locking them behind my back. I didn’t fight.

My husband came. Out of nowhere. He was there. And he shot that other man in the middle of his forehead.

Unbothered, I turned around and got back to clean my hands in the bathroom. He comes behind me too. He cleans his hands after me and he dries them.

I feel his hard and big arms gripping my waist and hugging me to himself. And I melted in his sculpted body. I turned my head to his head and softly pecked him to his lips…

You see? How could I ever hate him? He is my sweet, perfect, dangerous Salvatore.

My only boss and my husband.