Italian Psycho

Sinner. That's what I was when I married Romeo Valentino Ferro La Montana. Hopeless. That's what I became when he promised me death. Shameful. Sacrificing myself to the enemy. And Addicted. As he slowly seeped into my veins.

Have you ever felt threatened that someone was going to strip you of everything you were? Every last shred of faith and goodness? How many of you have felt like this on your wedding day?

I was not raised like the rest of my brute mafia brothers. A different life had been in the making for me. Until my family could no longer with stand the ongoing war against the Montanas. The only way to suppress more bloodshed is to make a bond between families. As in marry the Russo's only daughter to the Montana's oldest son. A blood bond.

There are expectations out of a marriage to the uprising Don. More like rules.

1. We must produce a son.
2. I had to be a virgin.
3. Cheating and misbehavior has consequences.
4. I would be sworn to omertà.
5. If I were ever to disobey omertà, death was promised.

Maybe if Romeo hadn't had such a reputation, or if he weren't so unnecessarily cruel and bitter. Maybe if he were not a merciless murderer, maybe then, I could love him.

All parts in Aurora's perspective written by wildflower44441