It was simple.
He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend.
Now there is no going back.
I'm his wife now and he is my husband
His Donna.
My Don.
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"I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he decl...
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Arensio POV
"So where are they now," I asked.
"They're sleeping right now sir," Marco says to me.
"Where's the body?"
"We disposed of it,"
"Okay. How was she?"
"She was fine sir. Did it like it was nothing," he replied. "Make sure she's okay for transport," I tell him. "Yes sir," he says.
I hang up.
"We should have a bachelor party," Giovanni says.
"No,"
"Why not?"
"I can't lose focus right now,"
"Oh come on. You have enough on your plate. Let loose a little,"
I ignored him and continued my focus on the task at hand.
Ronnie Milovich.
My men caught him taking photos of me and Valencia. When we found him he was in the middle of snapping photos of Valencia and her friends on their trip.
We grabbed him and dragged his ass to our warehouse.
"I'm just saying that a party to retire your single bachelor image is much needed," Giovanni adds.
"Enough about the bachelor party,"
"Such as buzz kill," he grumbles.
I walk over to the furnace and put on the protective glove. I grab the end of the branding poker and pulled it out.
Ronnie shook with fear but the chains held him in place. "Please," he begs.
"I was just following orders!" He screams.
"And I admire that. What I learned from you and your brothers is that you are fiercely loyal to Micheal. However, loyalty is a double edge sword. On one side you can always count on each other..." I say walking closer to him.
"But it can also be blinding," I press the hot brand of my family crest onto his left eye. Giovanni and Luca held him down as he jerked, shook, and screamed.
