❝𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒.❞
˜*°• 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Victoria Russo grew up in a world full of money, crime and powerful families. Being a part of the Sacred Eight families, she knew what it mean...
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THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE
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VICTORIA KNEW WHAT HER AND LORENZO'S LIVES HAD CHANGED THE SECOND HIS DAD DECIDED TO STEP DOWN, because being the mafia leader wasn't easy. To be honest, living in their world wasn't easy and it didn't matter if you were a leader or a gang member. On top of Lorenzo becoming a leader, an even bigger target was put on their backs now. And everything would fall on Lorenzo's shoulders—not that he was unprepared. Because he was. He had been getting ready to take over since he was twelve, listening to every word of advice his dad had, attending all the lessons, and more. But now he had other responsibilities to think about because Victoria was in his life. It didn't matter that it was a marriage of convenience, she was still his wife. Becoming the leader meant that everyone was in much greater danger than before. His family. His friends. Victoria. Everyone.
Victoria, being from the Sacred Eight family, always had a target on her back. Lorenzo too. But now it was even bigger. Their enemies would want them dead now more than ever. This was how their world operated.
Lorenzo looked down at the curly-haired girl standing next to him as they were waiting to enter. Her curly hair was styled into a high, messy bun with a few hair strands left loose around her face. She was wearing a stunning lavender evening gown, crafted with shimmering sequins that caught the light beautifully, strapless and fitted bodice hugged her torso elegantly, creating a sleek silhouette. The gown had a dramatic thigh-high slit on one side and the skirt flowed gracefully to the floor, ending in a small train. Her nude heels gave her a few more centimetres of height, but he still had to tilt his head down to look at her and he liked it. It took everything in Lorenzo to keep his hands to himself and not run them through her body because she looked so fucking beautiful and hot in this gown. She always looked gorgeous, but tonight, for the first time in his life, Lorenzo couldn't keep his eyes off her.
"You look beautiful," he complimented her, fixing his lavender tie. Her eyes met his and she gave him a small smile.
"Thank You. "
"Good evening," Lorenzo heard his dad's voice and found Victoria's hand. Victoria flinched when she felt his hand gently grab hers, but let Enzo place her hand on the crook of his arm. "As you might know, the time for me to step down has come."
