Valencia Cilento unwillingly married the Capo of the most dangerous Mafia in the world to get away from her abusive ex. Kian Lo Verde, the king/boss of the Italian mafia only sees Valencia as a tool but soon realizes that he's falling harder than he...
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Songs: Broken by Isak Danielson, Cinnamon by Lana Del Rey
"Father, please!" I cry, falling to my father's feet. "Don't leave me with him! I'm begging you please!" I cry hoarsely, tugging at his navy blue pants.
"Piccola stronza," my father hisses, kicking me across the small room with his black dress shoes. (Little Bitch)
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(what room looks like)
I grunt in pain as I look up to see Ivan. He smiles down at me evilly. His light brown hair flopping down on his forehead and his grey eyes piercing through me. They are all dressed nicely except for me in a tight shirt and jeans, but everyone knows what's behind these expensive facades. I look back at my parents as they look down at me.
"This is the best for you, dear." my mother says haughtily, hanging slightly at the last word as she wraps her arms around my father's.
"Don't call me that! You put this upon me! You-" I scream. I am interrupted by a pulling as Ivan grabs a fist full of my brown hair, pulling me to stand up next to him. I grab his hands, trying to make him let go but he won't. I get up on my feet and Ivan places a hand on my waist harshly as I try to pull away. I elbow Ivan and he grunts. He swings his hand and slaps me across the face, sending my head the other way.
"Be careful dear Valencia. I wouldn't be such a brat when you're with me. I don't want to hurt you." he whispers in my ear.
"Liar." I sneer at him. His jaw ticks in frustration but doesn't do anything.
"You know what to do with her I assume?" my father speaks suddenly.
"Of course Mr. Cilento." Ivan says with a smile.
I stand there is shock as I just realize what my parents, my own parents just did. They sold me for their benefit. I don't know what to do because they won't take me back. Tears slide down my already wet cheeks as I stare at the men shaking hands.
"We will talk soon, Mr. Sarracino."
Ivan nods and shakes his hand firmly before having my parents leave for that last time out of the office and out of the big house that I stand in in New York.
"Don't worry love. You'll never see them again. They trust that I will teach you right." Ivan smiles.
"Teach?" I question weakly.
His eyes darken at my question and his smile becomes less warm. I gulp down the panic in my throat but it won't go away. My heart feels like it's beating out of my chest from just thinking of what might happen.
"You're going to learn to be my perfect pet for everyone to see." he says, like he's proud o fit as he grabs my hips and pushing my closer to him so I'm flush against him.
"Wh-why?" I ask.
"I'm a powerful mafia man. I need a woman as my obedient pet so I don't look weak." I just nod, scared to my core. He leans down and smashes our lips together as I reluctantly obey his actions.
I have no choice, begging, wishing, I had one at the moment. Couldn't a fairy godmother float down suddenly and save me like in Cinderella?
One never comes though and I experience the first day of what hell actually feels like. The worst part is that I have to deal with walking on egg shells for the rest of my life when I wake up naked for the first time in a stranger's bed, unable to call for help....
