GemNoir

“You need my help, Tesoro. You choose. A marriage with me or be torn apart by them” His voice was cool as though this wasn't a matter of life or death.

I didn't want this life. My father had gambled a lot and left me with a lot of enemies and now I needed the help of Don Vincenzo LaRosa who was my high school bully and now the Don of the most powerful mafia family in Italy if I was going to survive it.

It was just a marriage of convenience but I realized something. He wasn't helping me out of a good heart. I had been sold without my permission to him. I was the mafia's pawn.

Sold to the Capo

I stared at the letter in my hand, wanting so badly to tear it up and watch it blow away the pieces of paper into oblivion but instead I stared at it thoroughly, reading through it for what felt like eternity.

So it was official, the Bratva wanted a fight. Why? Revenge. Technically they wanted just me, I knew that Don Julian wasn't interested in the rest, he was still pissed about the fact that I hadn't died in the blast that felt like ages ago and now he wasn't going to take his time.

Leaving the house would be a hassle, I got a spy who was able to find this out. This letter. I intercepted it before it could get to whoever Julian was reaching out to here.

SIGNS OF A CLASH