Married to the Mob: Detroit (Excerpt)

Married to the Mob: Detroit

When Clarissa stepped on the deck, all conversations ceased. She looked at each and every woman out there like she would slap the shit out of them if they stepped out of line with her.

"Hello, Clarissa. You look nice," Cinzia, Adriano's wife, said.

Cinzia had always taken a liking to Clarissa, but she was also scared of her. Everyone in the family knew that Clarissa was a street girl and she never tried to hide that fact, either. The other females weren't used to and didn't like the fact that she was so outspoken. The fact that Clarissa saved her husband's life made Cinzia have a new respect for her.

"I know," Clarissa said dryly.

She didn't have time for the shadiness or two-faced females. Cinzia had never tried to hold a conversation with her in the six years that she had been around, so she didn't want her to try to speak to her now.

"That was rude. She gave you a compliment, so the least you could have done was say thank you," Alessa, Alessandro's daughter, said.

Jesus, please help me to refrain from slapping this bitch across this yard, Clarissa thought as she as threw her hair in a ponytail.

"Alessa, leave her alone. Why do you always have to say something to her?" Andrea asked with an attitude.

Every time the family got together, Alessa made it a point to mess with Clarissa. Usually, Frankie was around to save her but he was a little preoccupied at the moment, so this would be the perfect opportunity for Clarissa to go after her.

"Why did your brother have to marry her ass and bring her and her pansy ass son around here?" Alessa retorted.

Before anyone could blink real good, Clarissa had literally jumped across the table on Alessa and was punching her dead in her face. At that moment, Clarissa didn't give a damn about her being the Don's daughter or Frankie's cousin. She went too far when she brought her son into the conversation.

Andrea ran back into the house and down to the basement. She knew that she wasn't supposed to disturb the men while they handled business, but she needed Frankie to come get his wife. She busted into Gianni's forbidden room in the basement and didn't flinch once at all the blood or the man sitting in the middle of the room as Frankie disfigured his face.

"Frankie, you need to take a timeout and come get your wife before she kills Alessa!" she yelled.

"What?" he asked as he snapped out of the trance he was in.

"I said, Clarissa is upstairs doing a number on Alessa, and no one can pull her off of her!" Andrea yelled again.

"Shit," Frankie cussed as he took off running with Gianni and Adriano right on his heels.

When the men got outside, Davide, one of the other Capos had already broken it up and was holding Clarissa as she fought to get away from him. Frankie looked over at Alessa and her nose was bleeding and she had a gash under her left eye.

"Let me the fuck go!" Clarissa yelled.

"I'll take care of her," Frankie said as he grabbed his wife and took her in the house. She calmed down when she realized Frankie was the one holding her now.

"Don't say shit to me, Francesco. Just give me the keys to the damn car. Me and my kids are gone," she said, out of breath.

"So you're not going to tell me what the hell all this is about?"

"Take a wild guess, and while you're doing so, give me the keys!" she yelled.

Frankie had to bite his lip as he pushed Clarissa up against the counter and grabbed her by her throat.

"You need to calm the hell down and remember who the hell you are taking to," he said before he let her neck go. He reached into his pants pocket and got the keys, handing them to her.

Clarissa didn't utter another word as she watched him. Frankie had never really put his hands on her, but he wasn't above choking her a little when she got too far out of line. That's how he dealt with her attitude whenever she forgot who he was. Clarissa wasn't a fool though, she knew how far to push Frankie and what he would let her get away with.

"You can go, but my kids will be staying. You won't mess up their fun just because you don't know how to let this childish foolishness go," he said sternly, his accent becoming thick.

She wanted to object, but she thought better of it. But then again, Alessa did just insult her son and called him out of his name.

"Bella can stay, but Khalid is coming with me," she said.

"Maybe you didn't hear what I just said. Do you need me to repeat it?" he asked.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "No. Can I go now?" she asked sarcastically.

"Please do. That attitude just might get you in trouble. Go straight home," he said as he handed her his car keys.

Frankie couldn't do anything but shake his head at his wife as she stomped away and out of the house. The same things he loved about Clarissa, he sometimes hated. Sometimes she was too outspoken and didn't know when to keep her mouth closed.