The Ruthless Mafia's Virgin Wife

Chapter 3: The Ruthless Mafia Lord

Alejandro's POV

My world was already tainted with blood the moment I was born. My fate was sealed the moment I learned how to walk. Death had been my middle name the moment I was named.

"Someone's following us, don." Harry's voice reached my ears, joining the soft jazz music playing through the speaker that normally puts me in a good mood.

My eyes slowly opened and I let out a sigh of frustration. "Martin Vitali sure knows how to ruin a moment, huh? But then again, I would prefer they ruin the ceremony than my honeymoon. I'd hate to stop in the middle of f*****g my beautiful wife. s**t, what a way to die." I said, referring to my ultimate enemy who wants me dead.

Right after finishing my sentence, three cars surrounded the car and a moron stupidly fired a gun at my bulletproof car, earning an amused laugh from me.

"What a moron."

The quiet road earlier quickly turned to what scene you'd only see in movies, but it had been my everyday life. Dodging and dancing bullets is part of my daily routine. Engines roared as the bikes took care of the cars following us.

"Don, we'll take care of them so—" Harry was interrupted by a force slamming at us from behind and I growled in anger before glancing at my watch.

"Let's just kill these pests." I pulled out my gun from my holster and kicked the door open.

The scene soon turned to a bloodbath and I tried my best to not ruin my suit, I really did, but a mosquito got too close to me and Otis shot him between his eyes.

"Really, asshole?" I glared at my right hand man who just shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. I looked down at my now bloodied suit and the pile of bodies around us. "Clean this mess. Harry, let's go!"

"Uhm, shouldn't you change first, don?"

"No time, no need." I replied nonchalantly, leaning on my seat and cleaning my gun and hands. "I'm just gonna get married in style."

I could see him palming his face and I grinned. He must be used to my antics by now but Harry isn't just my driver but a friend that I actually trust. I arrived thirty minutes late but the wedding still ended smoothly.

Something is different with Melissa Fisher but I just couldn't tell what exactly it was. Is it the way she walks, talks, moves, or the way she stares at me with a spark of hate shining in her eyes that she tries so hard to hide?

I admit that I didn't intend to marry at the age of thirty in the first place. It isn't in my mind at the moment. I just took over the mafia three years ago and for me, family would just be a liability. It's a miracle we're still complete after all the kidnapping and hostage taking traumas my siblings and I went through. I witnessed how we almost lost one another, and I promised myself I won't do the same. I just f****d around and changed women like I change my clothes.

But f**k it, the moment I saw her beautiful face and body, I just went along with it. How would you deny such a feast you get to f**k every day? How can I resist those pairs of perky breasts bouncing whenever she rides me? Or the way her ass jiggles whenever I f**k her from behind?

I was looking forward to railing her to the mattress the whole night and taking her in every position available, but s**t, I woke up with a headache and zero memory of our honeymoon.

"s**t, did I get too drunk last night?" I cursed and held my aching head.

I turned my head to the woman beside me and I was met with an ethereal beauty shining under the sun. I ground my teeth and slowly unraveled her naked body and f**k, my c**k instantly jumped at the sight of her. What's strange is that it's even more intense now. I already feel like busting a nut just looking at her.

I didn't bother remembering what happened last night. Why should I when I can just continue it this morning?

I grinned at the thought and hovered above her like a predator ready to devour his prey. I kissed around her face to wake her up, licking my way down her supple skin, biting every part of her neck and throat. I smiled against her skin when she moaned, indicating that she was waking up.

"Good morning, wife. It's time for breakfast."

I wrapped her legs around me and held my aching d**k, ready to enter her, when she suddenly pushed me away and stood up while covering her body with the blanket. I frowned when I saw fear in her eyes that she quickly covered with a smile.

"I'm sorry. It's just that... I'm still sore." She said shyly, her pale skin turning red and a cocky smirk formed on my face.

"I was too hard on you, wasn't I?" I walked behind her to hold her possessively and she flinched a little. "It's a shame I can't remember anything."

I ran my hands through her smooth body and grinded against her, making her feel the hardness that made her feel sore. As horny as I am, I won't force her if she doesn't want to.

"Once you're healed, let's recreate it." I whispered in her ear and she shivered when I bit it.

"Y-Yes."

I turned her face to the side so I could kiss her and explore her sweet mouth. I wrapped my hand around her throat and the gentle kiss soon turned possessive.

"You're mine. Remember that." I whispered against her lips while looking at her eyes and she gulped.

My other hand slowly trailed down her body to touch my favorite part but I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I sighed in frustration and let her go to snatch it, not caring about my nudity or how my c**k is still very much erect and leaking.

"What?" I snapped in annoyance. "Don't you know that you should never bother a man on a honeymoon?"

"My bad, but maybe it's a sign you give your wife a rest. Knowing you, you probably f****d her all night." Otis replied dryly and I can imagine his straight face as he said so.

"Get to the point, bastard."

"Bruno, that traitor was found, but he's already on the brink of death. If you want to talk to him, it's best if you leave now."

"Goddamn it, do not let that motherfucker die!"

I slammed my phone down and my eyes connected with Melissa who's still standing where I left her. She was gripping the blanket like she was protecting herself.

"I need to leave. Rest and don't go to work just for today."

She only nodded submissively and I jumped in the shower. When I came out, Melissa was nowhere and I quickly got dressed, slapped a million-dollar watch around my wrist, and tucked my gun in my shoulder holster. I instructed my men to not let Melissa leave and got in my car. I told Harry to get to the factory as fast as he could and we reached the place in ten minutes.

"Well, well, look who's still alive." I chuckled and gripped Bruno's hair but grimaced in disgust. "Don't traitors know how to wash their hair anymore?" I wiped my hand with my handkerchief and crouched in front of him. "You look like s**t, man. It looks like the reaper is at your doorstep."

"F-f**k you! Just kill me now, you devil! I stole a few millions and so what?! I served your father like a rat for so many years!" The old man yelled and I watched in disgust how his spit flew all over the place.

"Easy now, your spit is flying everywhere. And you're right to call yourself a rat. Even your breath smells like sewer."

I stood up and stepped back a little and the traitor continued spewing some stupid shits while making himself the victim.

"I'm tired of hearing his s**t. Somebody cut his tongue and shove it down his throat."

Bruno's demeanor changed and he struggled to crawl at my feet. "P-Please, Don! Just kill me but spare my wife and children!"

The smile disappeared from my face and everyone fell silent around me. The air thickens and the playful atmosphere vanishes.

"Spare you? No, traitor. I will cut your head clean off your shoulder after I skin you alive and then I will feed every piece of you to the pigs. Your wife? I will sell her to the worst scum in the world. Your children? I will have them work for me all their life to pay for what you did."

And those weren't just empty words.