Mafia Lovers

I finally touched down in California after being away for the last couple of months. I can’t say I miss this place, but then again it is my home. Temporary home. If I’m being honest, I miss Italy. I was born in Venice, a place that held so many happy memories for me. It was a time when my whole family was together and at peace—but peace never lasts. After my mom died, our peace and happiness in Venice died with her. Now I’m alone, and regretting the choices I made to be alone. I did it all for love, but I would soon be realizing that it wasn’t love I chose over my family. Even though I left my family, I was still invested in the family business. I was still starting wars and spilling blood. Now you may ask why? Well it’s the only way I can live my life fully—how I was supposed to in the first place. You see, I’m the daughter of the infamous Vito Corleone—the Don of the Italian Mafia. My father is ruthless, cruel and heartless. He doesn’t give mercy to his enemies, quite the opposite actually. When my mother died, he got worse. My mother was the anchor to his morality and conscience. She was the light to his darkness that kept him centered. She was the only thing that brought out his good qualities—the qualities that made him an admirable father. When she died, he turned into the devil himself. My father was always so loving, but when she was taken from us, he became distant and spiteful—his once loving nature took a back seat to the beast that seemed to consume his body whole. I guess that was another reason I left when I turned eighteen, but then again I used that as an excuse for running away from my family. Beyond my father, there was my older brother, Alessandro. He was my father’s heir, the one that would take the throne once my father was ready to step down. Alessandro was trained from a young age to be the best fighter and businessman he could be. He was taught by the best—our father. He grew to become just like our father, minus the vicious and spiteful cycle my father seemed to be stuck in. My brother was loving, considering he should have been ruthless like our father. Don’t get me wrong, my brother was ruthless when he wanted to be, but never to the ones he loved. He only let the darkness consume him when he needed to deal with our enemies. Then there was me—an exact replica of my father. Ruthless, cunning, spiteful, and vicious. I may have had a pretty face and a desirable body, but I was every man’s worst nightmare. My father trained me with my brother and I made sure to remember every ounce of training he taught me. I was good with weapons, but I was better with my hands. I liked to hear the bones of my enemies break beneath my fingers. I liked to see their blood spill when I jammed my knife into their guts—and I loved the way their faces turned blue when I strangled them to death. Boy oh boy, I was definitely my father’s daughter. Alfred—my personal driver, pulled up outside of the penthouse apartment I shared with my boyfriend Liam. I’ve been dating Liam for a little over four years. I met him when I was a senior in highschool. He and his family moved to New York because his father was looking to run for the Governor position. We’ve been together ever since. I fell in love with his boyish charm and Californian good-looks, considering he was a surfer boy through and through. His blonde hair, sun-kissed tan skin and blue eyes were sexy, considering everyone in New York looked the same. His family lived in California for years, but his father was a New York native. He’s always held a position in the government in some form, but as he got older, he had his eye on the governor's chair. He won the votes four years ago—he’s been the governor ever since. He just doesn’t know that I had a hand in him winning—he can thank the five million dollars in campaign funds I anonymously donated to him. It was the most money I’ve ever wasted in my life—bummer. Years ago, I did everything I could to please Liam. I didn’t necessarily know love, but I saw it. I grew up seeing my parents deeply in love before my mother died. After that, my father never loved another woman again. When I met Liam, he pursued me relentlessly—waiting by my locker with bouquet’s of roses. Sweet notes left in my locker and backpack everyday. Romantic dates around the city and being pampered like a queen. He softened up the hard shell that always surrounded my cold heart. So when he asked me to be his girlfriend, I said yes. After we graduated, he asked me to move in with him because he was going back to California for college. By then, I was deeply in love—or so I thought. I was willing to follow him across the world if I needed to. I didn’t want us to be apart, so I left my family for him. My father disowned me after that. He gave me an ultimatum and ultimately, I chose the latter. I thought leaving with Liam was the best decision of my life. I thought it gave me an out of a life that I was born into—but I was so wrong. At first, it was a good decision, but as the years passed by, I hated my decision. Liam and I grew distant, considering he was working on his law degree and barely home. It didn’t make it any better when I would travel for months on end, hunting down enemies and spilling their blood. I should’ve stayed home and played house with him, but I had my own priorities and interests. I couldn’t stop spilling blood and getting my hands dirty. I needed it for my soul. But now was different—I made a promise to myself that I would stay home with Liam more and try to make this work. I did leave my family and burn bridges for him after all. The least I could do is put the work in and try to build a life with him. He has been talking about having kids this year, but I don’t think I’m ready. I’m twenty one, not too young to have a child—but the real question is if a child would benefit from having me as their mother. I honestly don't have an answer to that question yet. Alfred got out of the car and walked around before pulling my door open. “Thank you Alfred.” I smiled as I stepped out. He retrieved my bag and handed it to me, before bowing in respect. I waved him goodbye before walking into the sky rise building that housed our penthouse apartment. It was after dinner and the sun was starting to set. I couldn’t wait to get home and kiss Liam. If I was being honest with myself, I needed some intimacy and maybe even a little more. It’s been months since I saw him and touched him. I needed an orgasm—really bad. I had too much pent up aggression and it needed to be released with a mind-blowing orgasm. Well, hopefully he could give me one of those. Our s*x life in the beginning of our relationship was amazing. Slowly it declined, until s*x just became a way for Liam to finish and have me left waiting for more. I usually have to finish myself off in the shower. In the beginning, I was okay with Liam not going down on me. He had a problem with it, even though he expected me to suck his c**k. He was a f*****g hypocrite, but I let it go. Now, he’s become even more selfish in the bedroom—so much that we need to have a conversation about it. I deserve an orgasm just as much as he does. I’m sick and tired of faking my moans, considering I didn’t use to fake it years ago. What the hell happened to us? I stepped into our private elevator and scanned my keycard before taking it up to our penthouse. I haven’t called Liam today. He doesn’t know I’m coming home, but I’m sure he’ll be happy—maybe even a little surprised. He’s pretty good about giving me my space, especially when I leave for months on end. I just tell him I’m leaving for business trips and he fully believes me. I haven’t come clean about my real identity yet. To him, I’m Carina Brooks—an alias I created years ago to make sure my background with the Mafia was never discovered. He just thinks I’m some trust fund baby that lives off of their parents wealth. I mean that’s not too far off, but I do make my own money on occasion—especially since my father cut me off after he disowned me. Sometimes, I take jobs as a mercenary and take out people for my employers. The cash is good and it’s a great way to keep my blood lust at bay. Most days, I see myself as a monster because I can’t stop spilling blood, but I know nothing else. It’s in my DNA. The elevator pinged loudly before the doors opened. I released a deep breath, happy to finally be home. I was gonna take a nice-long bubble bath and then ravish my boyfriend and hope he can make my legs shake while I scream out in rapture. Ah, that sounds nice. I stepped into our penthouse, looking at the familiar space where Liam and I have lived for the past couple of years. A small smile graced my lips as I thought about the happy memories we've shared here. Before I could take another step, unfamiliar garments caught my eye. They were sprawled out all over the floor and by the look of them, they were women’s clothes. Lacey pink bra—the size of melons. Bright pink lace thong—the size of someone with no ass. A tiny black cocktail dress that definitely wasn’t mine. “What the f**k?” I muttered out as I became furious. Before I could call out for Liam, the sound of breathless moans filled the space of our penthouse. I balled my fists and walked toward our bedroom, realizing the noises were getting louder. The feminine moans were piercing and sharp, totally making me nauseous. Then there were Liam’s grunts that I knew all too well, followed by the shrill cries from an unknown female. My jaw ticked as I processed everything. I reached back and tied my curly hair up, knowing I didn’t need it in the way once I attacked the both of them. There was no doubt in my mind that Liam was betraying me. The real question is, how long had Liam been betraying me? That bastard! He had some nerve cheating on me. ME of all people! I approached our slightly ajar bedroom door. I peaked in and saw a blonde bimbo riding my boyfriend while he squeezed and fondled her huge implants that were inevitably called breasts. She bounced her flat ass on his mediocre c**k, making him grunt out in pleasure. She threw her head back and screamed, totally faking how much she was enjoying this. I should know, he was my boyfriend—I faked my moans too. My nostrils flared as rage started to bubble up inside of me. He was so f*****g dead! I waited a couple of seconds, hearing his grunts deepen as he grew near his orgasm. Before I knew it, he was pushing her off of him and spilling his seed on her expensive implants that looked terrible. They were like the size of watermelons on her small and petite frame—It just didn’t look right. I looked closer, finally seeing that Liam didn’t even wear a condom while he f****d this slut. My rage finally took over me and wanted his blood. I kicked the door open, startling the both of them. Liam looked like a deer in headlights as I stepped into the room, seeing them in a compromising position. “What the f**k?!” I roared out “Carina.” He breathed out, “I can explain.” “Explain?!” I coldly laughed, “Explain what?! How your f*****g some slut raw on our bed?!” The woman whimpered as she covered herself with the silk bedsheet I picked out by hand. “Carina.” Liam begged as he scrambled out of bed and threw a pair of his boxers on, finally covering himself up. “Just let me explain.” “f**k you and your explanation!” I yelled back as I charged him, punching him right in the face and knocking him to the floor. The blonde bimbo screamed and ran out of the room before I could get my hands on her. “You just f*****g hit me!” Liam yelled out as he touched his nose, seeing blood coating his fingertips. “Oh, that's the least I’m gonna do to you!” I raised my leg and stomped his face with my boot, knocking a tooth out. “CARINA!” He screamed out as I continued to kick him, landing blows to his ribs, making him cry out. He coughed up blood as he rolled around on the floor. I could hear his pathetic cries as he tried to get up, but he was too hurt to pick himself up. “Pathetic!” I snarled, “And to think I wanted to spend my life with you.” “You b***h!” He spat, making a cold smirk grace my lips. “Oh Liam, you have no idea.” I mocked as I dropped to my knees and grabbed his arm, “I am one evil b***h and you will finally realize who you just betrayed!” “Let me go!” He struggled to break free but that just fueled my rage. I trapped his arm before twisting it around his back and using all of my strength to snap it. The sound of it breaking brung me much comfort, along with his cries of pain. I let go of him and stood up, looking down at my handiwork. “I will f*****g kill you!” He cried out, making me laugh. “Do you know who my father is?! We will f*****g destroy you!” “Your father’s the governor, not f*****g God.” I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. His cries were piercing and made me even more annoyed. I lifted my leg and stomped my foot down on his head, finally knocking him out. “About time you shut the f**k up.” I muttered out as I looked down at his pathetic state. How did I stay with him for this long? Maybe because of his good looks. He had a nice physique and I always liked to watch his muscles flex with every bit of movement he made. His sun-kissed tan skin and blue eyes were desirable, along with the bleach-blonde hair on top of his head. I guess I was just too vain to realize he was a fuckboy and nothing more than a bad lay. I sighed out as I looked down at him, “Such a bummer. I wasted so much time on you.” I kicked him in his ribs again for better measure before walking away. I grabbed a duffle bag and filled it with important things I wasn’t gonna leave. I popped my personal safe open and gathered all my valuables before stuffing it into my bag. It was time I finally left this place. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Alfred’s number. “Miss Carina, is everything alright?” “Alfred, prepare the jet. We're going home.” I ordered before hanging up the phone. It was time I finally went home.