Dante: A Dark Mafia Romance Novel

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 | 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

A/N: I know I asked you guys to tell me if you prefer the chapters short or long but the way I'm writing the story, it's looking like some chapters might be a little longer than others and others might be really short. 🤭

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Lifting myself up from the chin up bar for the hundredth time, I allowed myself to come down, my body starting to feel heavy and tired.

Grabbing the towel from the gym mat, I dried the sweat from my abs, face and arms before wrapping it around my neck.

Not allowing myself too long to rest, I grabbed the gauze off the side and began wrapping my fists, making it tight, but loose enough as to not cut off my blood circulation. Once finished, I moved myself to the punching bag and began taking out my frustrations. As I curve my spine towards the bag in fluid and quick movements, I envision the bag as the ultimatum my father put forward to me - wishing it dead, non-existent. After a flurry of punches, I held the bag in place panting heavily, sweat dripping down my face and onto the floor.

"Something the matter?" I turned at the sound of Eduardo Cosatti's voice. Quickly turning back to the heavy bag, I began to attack it again, my punches were slower, but still hard. At this moment, I couldn't recognise him as my father. No, he was the man who was forcing me into a marriage I didn't want, with a woman I wouldn't care for, for a position I deserved. So, like the petty child I knew I was acting like, I ignored his obvious inclination to chat. 

I watched from my peripherals as he approached me, standing a safe distance from the bag with his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know why you're acting as though you have no choice here." he said, only pissing me off further.

"You really think you've left me with a choice?" I scoffed, continuing to attack the punching bag, with less precision and more frustration.

"You're twenty-eight years old. The future Boss of Cosa Nostra..." He began

"Exactly!" I said hitting the punching bag once more with enough force to knock it off its hinges, sending it flying to the opposite end of the gym. 

Gesturing to my chest, I spoke harshly. "I'm the future head of Cosa-Nostra. Men fear to breathe in my presence and yet here I am being forced by people below me to take a wife. And for what? A weakness I can't afford to have."

"Funny. Your mother's always been my greatest strength. She's the only thing that gives me strength, and when she gave me you and your brothers I had three other reasons. If not for her, I'd probably be dead now." He stated matter-of-factly. 

I sighed deeply "We're very different people. I don't want the burden of a wife. I have neither the time nor the desire to spend time with a woman for anything other than a satisfying fuck." I stated truthfully. 

He simply nodded in response and placed both hands in his pockets.

"I cannot and will not force you to bear the 'burden' of a wife. Although you of all people know exactly what is at stake should you choose to ignore this. Just say the word and you're free to continue your trend of faceless fucks with women who view you as nothing more than a cash dispenser and a means to an end." 

"And then what? Become the boss that could have been? I have worked my whole life for this, my loyalty to La Famiglia isn't questionable. I consider that title my birthright and I will have it. Not because I'm the first born, not because I'll have a wife to ensure it but because I am the goddamn Boss. The only motherfucking one capable."

He nodded and held his hand out to me, willing me to solidify what we both already knew.

I shook his hand begrudgingly and I saw the pride in his eyes as he looked at me and like all sons who sought their fathers respect and approval, I was humbled by it, but still pissed at him. 

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