"The necklace alone around my neck is worth a million dollars, what makes you think I'd ever fuck you for a thousand?" She shot back as he let out a deep sensual chuckle.
"Smart girl" his finger pulled out from between her legs and he leaned agains...
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Sofia Zanetti - POV
After a long break away from my family, I finally returned back to New York City.
I had spent the last six months in Italy, Sicily to be exact. The town where both my parents grew up in.
My father had moved from Sicily from a young age after his initiation to the mafiosa.
When he turned 21, my late grandfather had him married to Arianna Giordano. My Mama.
My Mama, was said to be the most beautiful girls in her area, she still is till this day. She had men lining up at her fathers door for her hand in marriage, but he accepted Marco Zanetti's. Well Mariano Zanetti's proposal, on behalf of his son. After the wedding, my mother moved to the states and ever since, our lives were glued in New York.
I cherished my time in Sicily as I couldn't always go and visit. I hadn't been ever since I was a child. Only this time I had been permitted to go alone. Not completely, I still had my guards with me but without the family.
I had stayed with my Nonnas in her little home by the beach. I loved every single bit of it, from the sound of the ocean to the smell of fresh Italian breakfasts you'd wake up to.
My Nonna lived alone, she preferred to as she complained New York made her get more wrinkles so she would only visit during the holidays.
My father, Marco Zanetti, was known as The Notorious, Don of the Zanetti Mafia. He ruled this family for decades after the death of my grandfather.
This family meant everything to my father, he protected it with his all, no matter at what costs. Us Zanetti's were powerful, dominating a huge part of New York. The criminal organisation had the police on their payroll and judges at their ready. To the public, the Zanetti's dominated the real estate business, hotels, clubs and law firms. But in truth, behind the curtains, my father run the criminal organisation like a sly cat. Never had he been interrogated or caught. Obviously he had people who took then blame for him but he made sure to bail them out with a week tops.
I had two brothers, an older one and one who was my twin. The eldest was Santino, typical overprotective brother. He was a few years older than me, making him 26. Santino was next to take over my fathers role after he retires from the position. But we all knew my father would never give his position to his son while he was still alive. It was death which would call my brother up as Don. And so far, my father had a pretty solid life ahead of him.
Then there was Sebastiano, or Sebastian as we called him, my twin brother. He was older by the minute but liked to act as if he was a good year older. Typical twin antics. Sebastian didn't care much about not taking over after my father, he preferred working alongside them rather than be in charge. He liked to be mysterious as he liked to say.
Sebastian was what you call a mastermind. He was a tech whiz but didn't think twice when getting his hands dirty. He lived for that. He was a killer ever since he was a teen. My father had always given him the task as assassin. He killed in silence and left the scene without a word.
