MRS MARCELLO

Arya and Leonardo were on their way to the villa in the newly wedded couple's car.

The silence between them was getting louder and louder each second.

"Mrs. Marcello", Leonardo said with a smirk.

Arya rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window.

"You know we have to share a bedroom now. The families are expecting an heir soon", he added.

Arya could feel the blood going to her cheeks as it turned bright red. She was utterly flustered and she prayed Leonardo didn't notice, but oh, he did. Nothing gets past him.

"I wonder what you're thinking about, your cheeks are very red. Like your dress", he said. Her hair was tied in an up do.

"Don't you know when you're being ignored?", she asked.

"I do but I don't care", he responded.

"Leave me alone", she said.

"You know I can't, I have to give the families an heir. Get over here", he said as he pulled her to him.

She gasped. In one move the Don had her leaning against him with her hands around his neck and one of her legs around his hips, straddling him.

'This man is crazy', she thought.

"Let me take your veil off your hair", he said and tugged on it instantly regretting their position. He could feel his cock harden under her and needed to distract himself.

"Ouch, it's pinned to my hair. Be gentle", she said as his cologne whiffed out of his chest.

Leonardo succeeded in getting it off and toss it on the seat. He removed the pin from her hair and let it down, her wavy locks cascading down her back and framing her face.

"I love your hair", a he said as he sank his fingers into her hair. He had thoughts of doing that for years but nothing compares to actually doing it for real.

Arya was confused at Leonardo's sudden softness like he wasn't trying to kick her off the altar for going against him.

"Why are you suddenly nice?", she asked.

"Because you're now my wife. I'd punish you in other ways for going against me. You punish me with your dress, very wicked", he said.

"Don't tell me you've fallen for me", she said, using his line against him.

"Maybe I have", he mumbled and she heard. Her breath hitched.

"What do you mean?", she asked.

"I've known you before you knew I existed", he answered. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "I've been a part of your life for a long time, Arya".

Arya pulled away from him and sat on the car seat.

"It's not fair the bride didn't know about her groom till her engagement", she said.

"I got you something to make you feel better", Leonardo said and brings out a red box with gold trims.

"What's in there", she asked.

"You'll know soon enough".

The car came to a halt and Leonardo stepped out with Arya. The guests were moving into the mansion and exchanging pleasantries with the bride and groom's families.

Arya's eyes fell on her mother and she ran to hug her. Her veil was off but she was still in the dress.

"Arya, we've missed you terribly", Camille said hugging her daughter tightly.

"I missed you more, mama", Arya cried.

"I hope they're treating you well", Camille asked.

"Yes mama. Where's Dante and Antonio?", Arya asked. She got sad when she was told that Carls sent them overseas for errands. She wondered why her father acts the way he does.

"Cheer up, your brothers will reach out to you", Camille tried to cheer her up.

From the corner of her eyes Camille sees Leonardo waiting for his wife.

"I should let you go now. I'll see you before I leave", she said and walked away to look for her husband.

"Let's go", Leonardo said from behind, causing Arya to jump.

"What's your problem with always scaring me", she asked him.

"It's not my fault you don't pay any attention to me", he said in his defense. Arya rolled her eyes and they walked in.

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The reception hall was lavishly decorated, with elegant chandeliers casting a warm glow over the guests. The sound of laughter and music filled the air, as the guests mingled and toasted the newlyweds.

"Are you ready to receive your gift?", Leonardo asked.

Arya nodded and in presence of everyone, the Don bent on his knees. Everyone ceased talking and some, even breathing.

Leonardo opened the box and brought out a golden anklet with three amber diamond stones. It had a letter "L" dangling from the chain. He rests her foot on his thigh, then unclasps the chain before he slips it around her ankle and reclasps it.

Everyone clapped like it was some sort of performance and Arya's face turned bright red again. They returned to their activities and Arya used the opportunity to question her husband.

"Why an anklet?", she asked as he sat near her.

"So when your legs are around my head, you'll be reminded who you belong to".

Her mouth opened in shock. "Are you being serious right now?", she asked, outraged.

"I am", he said and leaned down to brush her lips with his lightly.

"And I will claim you as mine soon", he added as he sat up.

Arya felt her lips twitch, wanting more.

"In your dreams", she said.

"Then that's good because I am already living my dreams", he said.

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Maria went over the plan in her head over and over again. Nothing could go wrong today. The hall was filled with different people from different mafia groups. She has been in some of these men beds.

"Maria", someone called from behind.

She turned around. "Fin".

"You can't be standing in plane sight. You're not among the invite list, I snuck you one and if the Don finds out then it's over for me", Fin said exasperated by her actions.

"Relax, I know what I am doing", she gets tired of his whining. Leonardo never whines.

"But Maria, the Don has released you, not that he held you captive in the first place. I have had my eyes on you for years, consider me", Fin said. He had also felt love for Maria but she only wants the Don.

"Fin, try to understand. We have each other and trust me, you'll have me once I get what I want", she said, obviously lying.

"Not just that. I want to marry you and be your husband; be anything you want me to be", he said.

Maria sighed inwardly. They had both forgotten where they were standing.

"Maria, what the fuck are you doing here?", a voice interrupted their conversation.