My Mafia Daddy Tastes Like Sin

The tattooed man

ARIANA'S POV~

"È tutto?" inquired the man who had accompanied me, the butler responded with a swift nod.

"Two maids will come to attend to her, and then she will be brought into the mansion. But for now, she needs to go," the butler stated.

Humiliation instantly engulfed me. I had experienced embarrassment before, but this was the first time I had ever entered a wealthy family's home only to be met with such degradation. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I bit my lip to hold back my emotions, repeatedly clenching and unclenching my fists. I could feel the butler's gaze on me, waiting for a reaction, but I remained silent.

The men who had brought me in signaled for me to follow them outside once again. With my head hung low, I trailed after them like a lost sheep, my hands trembling as I fought to contain my emotions. Shame consumed me, and I wished the ground would swallow me whole.

I hated my father with every cell in my body. He was the reason I found myself in this terrible situation. I should have been out on the streets, searching for a better job to earn money for my mother's treatment and to start a business, but instead, I was being paraded around like a disease-ridden object.

The armed men patrolling the house continued to cast curious glances in my direction, clearly wondering why the newly married bride was waiting just outside the mansion’s door. My face grew hotter with shame as I struggled to maintain my composure.

The two men who had led me out had separated from me, making several phone calls as they joined the other men. I saw two maids approach me, carrying disinfectant, sanitizer, a towel, and a transparent jar of water. Without a word, they gestured for me to sit on a nearby pavement.

The maids put on disposable gloves before tapping my feet, signaling for me to remove my shoes. I complied, biting my lip as they began their work. After disinfecting me, they produced a pair of slippers and motioned for me to put them on. They then left me sitting there, feeling like a fool.

"The godmother would like to see you now," one of the men informed me upon his return.

I rose slowly, my vision blurring with tears as I avoided making direct eye contact. I followed him, my breathing uneven.

"Please sit," the man gestured. "I'll go get her."

I didn't bother to respond, eager for him to leave so I could rub my arms. My heart felt as if it were slowly freezing.

He swiftly disappeared from sight, and I didn't hesitate to rub my arms.

"Excuse me, miss, would you like some cookies or freshly made pear crostata?" a maid interrupted, breaking my solitude. "Godmother said you look malnourished and would prefer you choose pear crostata."

My sorrow swiftly transformed into anger. My lips pressed into a thin line, my gaze turning murderous as I glared at the girl. Were they playing some sort of game, or had their so-called godmother genuinely made such a remark?

"Excuse me?" I snapped, prompting her to look me in the eyes. "Who is this godmother?"

Her eyes widened slightly at my tone before she shook her head. "She's Capo's wife, and I'd advise you not to speak to her in such a manner. She's the heiress to—"

"Ahem?" Someone cleared their throat, interrupting her.

I noticed the maid stiffen before turning to face the figure, who glared at her with disdain. The maid gave a quick bow before scampering away.

I shifted my focus to the dark-haired girl, who wore a short gown that exposed her thighs and balanced on 4-inch heels. Everything about her body part screamed fake. So many plastic surgeries!

"Do I resemble your lost mother, girl?" Her gaze drifted down to my attire before her face contorted with scorn and disdain. "Who are you, and what are you doing here? Did you lose your way to the pig farm?"

For a moment, I was struck speechless. It took a few seconds for my brain to comprehend her words.

"I didn't lose my way. I'm waiting for Don Domenico," I finally managed to reply, averting my gaze. This b***h smelled like trouble, and I didn't want to get entangled in anything that might cause me to lose my composure. Numerous questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers, and I had no interest in bantering with a girl who looked like plastic.

"Huh?" she said, her tone dripping with scorn "Are you the new cleaner or something? Why are you looking for my fiancé?"

The girl's words struck me like a bolt of lightning, causing my body to tense as a wave of shock rippled through me. My heart raced, pounding fiercely against my chest as if trying to leap out of its confines. My eyes widened, mirroring my horror.

For a fleeting moment, it felt as though time stood still.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, utterly bewildered by the situation. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had gone from being sold by my father and betrayed by my best friend to losing my virginity in a one-night stand with a stranger. Now, I found myself facing yet another unfathomable circumstance – my supposed husband had another fiancée?

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of there.

"Don't you dare walk away while I'm talking to you!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Before I knew it, I was being dragged back by my arm. I winced as her fingernails dug into my skin, pulling me with a force that made me stumble.

"Mother of grace! Are you insane?" I shrieked, regaining my balance. "Are you trying to rip my arm off or what?" Damn! Her grip was agonizingly tight.

The girl glared at me as she approached, her eyes burning holes into my skull. Before I could process what was happening, a stinging slap landed across my face.

I gasped in shock, reeling backward until I collapsed onto the sofa.

"Ragazza inutile!" she spat in Italian, her voice laced with venom. "How dare you, someone far beneath my status who could never afford even the laces of my shoes, talk back to me here..." She pointed an accusatory finger at me, her gaze darting around the room in search of something. "Where are all the damn guards? They need to throw you out right now before I kill you with my bare hands!" Her face turned beet red as she yelled, trembling with rage.

My ear rang, and the taste of blood filled my mouth once again. I could feel that my healing wound had been torn open.

Ariana, stay calm! The angel within me kept screaming, trying to soothe me, but I was too enraged to be stopped by mere words.

The devil inside me rose, whispering for me to rise.

I didn't care if I was listening to the devil or not. The next thing I knew, I lunged at the girl. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I would never tolerate someone hitting me so hard that they drew blood.

I slapped her back, watching her eyes widen in shock—likely because no one had ever dared to hit her before. I heard her screech before she lunged at me.

"b***h!!!" she screamed, and the next thing we knew, we were on the floor, snarling and hitting each other, pulling each other's hair.

I refused to let go of her, just as she refused to release me.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached us, but I still wouldn't release the b***h. I was determined to make sure I beat her up so that the next time, she would never treat anyone like a piece of s**t again.

"Stop it! Basta!" I heard a woman order at the top of her lungs, but neither of us relented. I tightened my grip on her hair until I felt strong arms pulling me away. With a tug, I was lifted away from the plastic b***h and held apart from her.

The plastic b***h was restrained as well by one of the guards while she thrashed, attempting to get a hold of me. I threw her a smug smirk before allowing the guard to drag me farther away from her.

"Let her go!" an order was given, and my eyes shifted to the woman walking toward me.

For a moment, I was frozen in disbelief. The woman who stood beside the plastic b***h looked young and attractive, her robe barely concealing her youthful figure. However, her voice betrayed her age, and her cold eyes and curled lips made it clear that she loathed me.

But why?

"This is the girl Domenico married?" she said, addressing the man restraining me. "This is the slum girl Domenico picked? How glad I disinfected her, she would have made you catch a virus, Angelica!" She spoke to the girl, rubbing her back.

Angelica collapsed to the floor, crying and picking up strands of hair that had been pulled out during our struggle. My smug smile vanished as I realized the damage I had caused.

Oh s**t!

"Shh, don't cry, don't cry, dear," the woman shushed Angelica, leaving me utterly confused. "Falle inginocchiare!" she commanded, and the guard forced me to my knees. I gasped in pain.

The woman crouched to my level before ordering, "Before I call your pathetic father, crawl on your knees and go over there to ask for forgiveness!"

My heart stopped beating.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she raised her finger to silence me. "Now, girl, or I will drag you around this mansion like a thief."

My heart burned with humiliation, my lips trembling as I held back tears.

"And you, Angelica, get ready to slap her back!" the woman, who I assumed was the godmother, ordered, pulling away from me. "Now move!"

Refusing to comply would put my mother in danger at the hands of my father. I couldn't imagine a world without the only person who genuinely loved me.

I swallowed my shame, placed my hands on the ground, and prepared to crawl when everyone's attention turned toward the approaching footsteps.

"Stellina! What's going on here?" a deep, baritone voice resounded through the room. My eyes quickly snapped toward the source of the voice.

I felt my soul nearly leave my body as my gaze landed on the tall, fierce-looking, tattooed sexy mafia Daddy I had met at the club. When his piercing blue eyes met mine, my face turned ashen.

Can I just die now?