Loving the mafia prince ( book #1 of loving the mafia)

Chaptor 14

"Where the fuck where you?!" Luciana asks in Italian, stopping in her tracks as she had been pacing back and forth moments ago worried her husband had ran into trouble. "Don't Lucia, i had a long night." Vincent answers back, not wanting to hear her nagging right now.

"You were fucking that bitch weren't you?!" She exclaims, Vincent suddenly grabs the women by the throat. "Do not make me angry Lucia!" He spits out darkly, he unhands her making her fall to the ground clutching her throat, he hadn't even pressed hard.

Vincent and Luciana were married not by choice, it had been an arrangement and so will it be for their children.

They had no choice in this just as they hadn't when they were children. You didn't always get what you wanted in the mafia, "So what your not going to even answer your wife, is it because I haven't been able to give you a forth child?!" She says in English, her accent thick. Mentioning their little girl made Vincent clench his jaw in anger. Mentioning the child was something that should never be done in this family, the dead stays dead.

"Enough Luciana." He calmly says, pouring himself a cup of wine, soon footsteps down stairs were heard. "Father, where were you? We had to handle the trade ourselves." Luca says, "Good, it will be your duty one day." He answers, even though Luca was younger than Victor, he was the more responsible one. The one that'd rule over not only this city but the government,

Vincent had already made a name for the mafia, among other criminals. But now it was time to make a name to everyone, everywhere. Rich or poor.

"You didn't answer my question." Luca says coming closer to his father, "I had some business I had to care for elsewhere." He answers setting down his cup of wine, walking up stairs into his bedroom. Luca followed after "father what are we going to do about the Russian mafia, they've been getting a little to carefree with us recently." He questions

"Don't worry, I already have an plan, go and take care of your mother. I have business I have to attend too in a moment." He answers, Lucas clenched his fists

He was always leaving, leaving his wife and children behind. To fuck around with whores.

It was his fault she died.

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"Cecilia, you don't have to be here darling." Cecilia's boss says his hand moving down to her ass. Under her short skirt, she smiles an threatening smile grabbing onto his dick tightly "I insist sir, I can't miss any work." She says smiling, the middle aged man was blue in the face, he lets her go. "Of course, well get to work then." He says wiping the sweat from his face

Cecilia walked over to the bar, grabbing drinks that she's supposed to give out. Ignoring the constant stares and ass grabs she goes on about her day, she needed to make money more than ever now to get her siblings away from that horrible place. Even if that meant she'd lose her identity.

She sets a drink down, going to the next table after. There was something off about today, she didn't know what but she sensed danger. "Cecilia! I have an favor for you." A co worker comes up her hands up, begging Cecilia

"Do you think you could waitress for these men for me, their so scary." She says, Cecilia knew she shouldn't of, she had enough of the drama. But she was in desperate need of money, usually 'scary' men such as these wanted women to dance, 'show themselves off' a little, as they put money in their clothes. Rich men like those were the best to con.

So she agreed