Mrs Mafia and her Boss-baby

Chapter 10

Lavinia’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wedding gown. Hatred made me tightened my jaw. My hands wanted to tear the fabric, but I controlled it.

Today was the day my father had fixed. My wedding day.

The gown lay on the bed. It was sparkling. If it were another woman she would be all smiles, not me becauseu felt trapped.

“Madam, it is almost time.” Antonia’s voice came from outside the door. I had already sent the makeup artist and the hair stylist away. I did not want them in the room, it's isn't a marriage of love it's for power.

I looked at the clock. It said nine thirty. Good. Madam Lillie doesn’t follow instructions. Silvestro had said I must be there by eight. He treated orders as if they were law. Don Ricci had arranged this wedding. That mattered more than anyone else.

I stood slowly and picked up the dress. I pulled off my pajamas and tied my hair up. I stepped into the gown. The fabric fit tight at my waist and fell the way it was made to fall. I did not like how it made me look, but the dress fit my body.

I walked into the hallway without putting on makeup. People turned to look. Some faces held admiration. My hands clenched as I resist the urge to punch their faces.

I sat in the back seat. Elliot took the wheel. He pushed the accelerator and we moved toward the chapel. The car smelled faintly of leather and cologne. Elliot did not say a word, he just focused on driving.

The chapel doors were open. The room was quiet. People filled the pews. I saw faces I knew and faces I did not. Dark spots of blood marked the floor. Red stains dotted the walls.

The priest stood at the front. “I hereby declare you two husband and wife,” he said in a clear voice that reached every corner of the room.

“You may kiss your bride,” he added.

I glared at the priest and stepped back. I didn't move from where I stand but Silvestro stepped forward and pressed his mouth to mine. He did it rough and fast.

“Behave wife,” he said in my ear and then he pulled away.

The priest spoke on and on his words filled the room. When he finished he dismissed us.

Outside, a black sedan waited by the steps.

“Get into the car wife,” Silvestro said.

My mouth went dry. My hands tightened at my sides. “Do not call me that,” I said and laughed.

“I am going with my driver. Take this bad luck away from my sight,” I said and turned toward Elliot.

I took two steps but my feet left the floor. Strong arms lifted me up. I swung my legs and kicked. My heel connected with his chest. I hit him with my fist. People stopped and stared. My hands hit his jacket and slid off. His grip didn't waver.

I reached for the pocket knife in my jeans forgetting that the dress had no pockets. I had left it behind.

He opened the car door and shoved me inside. I landed on the seat and the dress bunched around my legs. He climbed in through the rear door and closed it. He locked the doors.

“Let me out now!” I shouted.

He turned the key. He started the engine and drove away.

We reached his mansion. I had not looked closely the last time I was here. I had come for other reasons before. Now I had time to look. The house had dark paintings on the walls. The sight of them made something in me settle.

Gold covered many surfaces. The window sills gleamed. Door frames and the staircase looked bright under the lights.

“Welcome to our house wife,” he said. I heard the sarcasm in his voice.

I ignored him and climbed the stairs. I walked as if I belonged there.

In my room I pulled off the wedding gown. I walked to the wardrobe and searched for something simple. I could not find what I wanted. I grabbed a plain black t shirt and put it on. The shirt hung down to my knees. I folded the gown and shoved it into the wardrobe.

I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. I thought about my men’s club and the men who worked for me. A sound at the door pulled me up.

Silvestro came in. He stood in the doorway and watched me.

“Seems you are eager to taste my c**k,” he said.

My face burned. I stood up and grabbed the vase nearest to me. I threw it at him.

He moved out of the way. The vase hit the wall and broke into pieces.

He looked at me. “Did you just attack me?” His voice was cold. He did not sound surprised. He sounded angry.

I did not step back. I held his gaze. I did not show fear.

I expected him to react — maybe hit me, maybe stab me. But he didn’t. He simply turned away and walked into the bathroom without a word.

I stayed where I was, staring blankly at the wall. The silence in the room pressed down on me until a soft knock broke through it. Before I could respond, the door opened just enough to reveal a young woman. She looked like she was in her early twenties, her face fresh and her dark hair neatly tied back.

“Ma’am, your attention is needed downstairs,” she said quietly, her head still bowed as if she wasn’t allowed to look me in the eye.

I got up slowly and followed her. As soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs, my steps faltered. My eyes widened in shock. There, laid out neatly in the middle of the room, were all of my belongings.

They didn’t even try to hide it. They couldn’t wait to throw me out.

I scanned the room, my jaw tightening. This had Aucci and Elliot written all over it.

“Who sent this?” I asked the maid, my voice flat but sharp.

She shifted nervously. “Ma, there were two of them. One was older, the other was young. They dropped everything off and left immediately.”

I clenched my fists. Of course it was them. I knew it.

“It’s alright. Just take it to my room,” I said, my jaw tightening. They would hear from me soon.

I turned away and walked back upstairs, each step heavier than the last. When I reached my room, I pushed the door open, and froze.

Silvestro was standing there. And he was naked!!