Mines Forever: A Vallea Mafia Romance Story

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Nothing could mend my heart but you. When you left, I felt a piece of myself leave as well. My life is empty now that the void of not having you is constantly present. Years have passed and I still crave your touch. You are my obsession and I vow to bring you back to me. You will be mine again.

"Do you honestly believe Verena is alive? Hell she might be dead". Zyran sits across with me, his hands wrapped around a cigar as he blows smoke out his mouth. I can understand why my younger brother has concerns about the state of my marriage, but I would rather not discuss my reservations about my wife with him or anyone to be quite frank. 

I stare off into space for a moment as I try to neutralize my emotions. As the head of the Vallea Mafia, I cannot afford to let down my emotions in public. Zyran, my younger brother by 10 years, invited me out at one of our nightclubs, after we had a rather long business meeting earlier that day regarding finally taking the initiative to expand our empire overseas, in which would put us in the forefront of creating one of the most powerful mafia coalitions in the world. Being a Vallea was something I was proud to be. 

My father, Mason Vallea, trained me as young as 12 years old in becoming next in line to become the head of our mafia family. Rather than be scared of the mantle my father had placed on my shoulders, I took pride in the role I would play one day continuing our family legacy. Growing up, I did not have room to make mistakes or be coddled. I had too much on my plate to do so anyway.

Rather than attend public schools and participate in extracurricular activities such as playing football or basketball. My father made sure to hire the best tutors in the world and moved them into our estate to mold me into becoming . I had become a linguist and could proficiently speak six languages : English, French, Spanish, Arabic, and Russian. I also became skilled in various aspects of martial arts. 

I had studied Criminal Law at one of the most prestigious Ivy-League universities in the country, Ambercrest University where I graduated at the top of my class, being valedictorian. My father made sure that I was not only skilled intellectually by providing the best education possible but physically as well being that I trained for a significant amount of hours with the best martial arts instructors in the world who taught me Taekwondo, Jiu-Jitsu, and Tai Chi. 

Over the years I had mastered my skills and become the very thing my father had been preparing me to become...his successor.

As I ponder more about my wife, Verena, who I had not laid eyes on or seen in over five years, Zyran continues his rant. 

"I think you should move on with your life". 

Suddenly out of nowhere his attention wanders as his eyes linger across the room. He then admires the curvaceous backside of a petite woman as she passes by our section, her sheer black dress barely covering her round ass as she winks at me before she walks downstairs to the dancefloor. 

Rather than get aroused by the woman's bold gesture toward me, I felt numbness, the empty void of not having the one my heart still craves for, twindle in my mind constantly, being a reminder of the very thing I lost so many years ago. 

 Zyran then belts out a low whistle as he watches the woman walk away. I was not much of a talker these days and was getting quite annoyed and irritated with the conversation. Zyran had a bad habit of bringing Verena's name up constantly.

  Verena this, Verena that. I then shifted in my seat before placing my elbow on the arm of it, trying to contain my anger, which was a difficult task being that of my own brother, Zyran, one of the keepers who knew my skeletons and one I trusted with my very life would ambush me with questions about the status of my estranged marriage with a wife I once thought was dead, but her soul somehow still tampers with my mind influencing me to believe somehow, someway she will come back to me and be mines again.