Primed for Sin (18+)

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Dante

"Dante! Wake your ass up, stupido!" I felt a slap to my cheek and I scrambled out of bed to find the source. Ah, Davina. My lovely sister.

"I could put a bullet between your eyes." I snarled at her but she didn't budge. Per usual.

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard that one plenty of times. You mean like the bodyguard that we had to clean off of your floor while you laid high off your ass in your bed?" She sneered in disgust and I shrugged, walking over to my dresser to retrieve my clothes.

As I pulled out boxers and a dress suit, Davina scoffed, "So what, your girlfriend took off a year ago and you completely shut everyone out? Wow, what a piece of shit you both are."

Something inside me snapped and all I saw was red. I dropped my clothes and spun around so fast; I know I gave her whiplash. I slammed her against the wall and the picture frame beside her head fell to the floor, shattering upon impact. I pinned her arms beside her head and she smirked, "What? Hit a nerve?"

"I will gut you like a fucking fish, sister or not, I do not care," I growled in her face, spit clinging to her face in the process and her eyes narrowed at me.

"I see you're still as high as a damn kite. Go fix yourself. You need help." She said and I kept my hard glare on her.

"No, what I need is Riley," I said lowly and she scoffed again.

"Get your head out of your ass, Dante. She's gone willingly. All of the people around you are suffering and have been for a year!" She spat and I wrapped my hands around her throat, slowly cutting off her breathing ability as I watched her face turn red.

"Do not talk about her!!" I roared as her eyes filled with fear and her face started turning a beautiful shade of purple.

"Dante, you don't want to do this. Please, man, let her go." Rodolfo said calmly as he entered my room and I glared at him before dropping her to the floor, leaving her in a gasping and sputtering mess.

I stomped over to my clothes and grabbed them up before going to the bathroom and slamming the door shut. I'm so fucking sick of people thinking because I miss her that I've let my guard down and they can talk to me as reckless as they please.

I turned the water on hot and stripped out of yesterday's clothes. I walked into the water and as it cascaded over top of my body, tears welled in my eyes and I silently wept for the love of my life. I just want her back, I'd do anything to get her back. Anything...

~*~

"Identity matched with Dimitri Sokolov and his guards in Volchansk, Russia. It's a small town, no one would expect a big Russian mafia leader down there. My guy is currently running prints and scoping his isolation down there. He'll get with me at the end of the day and have a verdict." Marco Salvatore said, sitting down and Rodolfo nodded.

"Romano." My uncle said and Lorenzo stood up.

"My team and I are ready for whatever is being thrown at us. We take care of killing the Russians and more specifically, Dimitri Sokolov. We're heavily prepared." Lorenzo said firmly and Rodolfo gave him a hard stare.

"You said you were prepared last time, boy. Are you sure?" Rodolfo questioned and Lorenzo nodded in confidence.

"We have more men this time and the plan will be followed to a T. There is no room for mistakes and my guys know that. In and out, quick and simple." Lorenzo informed us and everyone surrounding the meeting table nodded in agreement, except for me.

"If you so much as put one bullet in the wrong direction, the next bullet fired will be from my glock into your temple," I warned him nonchalantly and he nodded.

"Understood, boss," Lorenzo said as he sat down and Rodolfo spoke.

"Alright, meeting adjourned. Same place tomorrow at one." I announced and stood up, rubbing my temples as men filed one by one out of the room. Uncle Rodolfo patted my back and I looked up at him.

"I'm proud of you," Rodolfo said and my eyebrows connected in confusion.

"Proud of me for what?"

"For the way you're handling her being gone," Rodolfo said lowly as if he's treading carefully around me and I snorted.

"You do realize I'm either high or drunk every day, there's not a week that at least three people die because I'm angry, and I'm a mess, right?" I said sarcastically and Rodolfo walked to the meeting table, sitting in his chair and motioning for me to sit next to him so I did.

"There's something I've never told you before." My uncle started and the suspension build up in the room was almost unbearable.

"I had a wife. Her name was Francesca." He stated and my eyes widened.

"I never knew you were married. What happened?" I asked and sadness fills his eyes as he looked towards the wall.

"Those damned Russians. We were at a cartel ball to discuss with the Mexicans the way we were going to do business with our drugs and guns. The Russians crashed the party out of jealousy that they weren't included in the deal and my Francesca was a casualty." He said softly and I could almost see his heartbreaking as he told me this story.

"She was the love of my life, she was pregnant when she died. Six months along with our daughter. I didn't know how to live with myself after she died. It was my fault she was caught up in this mafia shit to begin with. So I resorted to drugs and alcohol every day until the pain was so numb I couldn't feel my fingertips. When I decided to sober myself up, I visited her grave and from that day forward I swore to myself that Dimitri Sokolov would die." He finished and I was almost breathless.

"We're going to kill him, zio Rodolfo. I swear on my life he will die for all of the things he's done." I growled and meant every word of that promise. (Uncle.)

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