Valentino
The alarm on my cell fills the room with a high-pitched beeping. I reach out, silencing it with the swipe of my thumb. Looking to my side, I find the blonde from the party.
“Good morning, handsome,” she purrs, her hand trailing down her chest, her eyes lowering to my erection beneath the sheets.
She was the perfect little plaything last night, letting me tie her up and use every hole. I made her scream into the sheets as I took everything I wanted. Her tears only fueled my satisfaction as I shoved myself deeper, watching her struggle.
"Time to go," I say, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
She slinks up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I’d rather take care of this,” she murmurs, wrapping her hand around my dick as if she has some claim to it.
I grab her wrist tight enough to make her flinch. “I said get your clothes and leave.” My voice comes out cold, causing her to jerk away. I stand, not bothering to hide my irritation and walk toward the en suite. “You better be gone before I’m done.”
I don’t look back because her feelings don’t matter to me. She was nothing more than a quick fuck. All that matters is that she’s gone before I’m done showering.
Usually, I wouldn’t let a willing body, or even an unwilling one, go to waste, but this is my wedding day. Tonight, I’ll be claiming my wife. Alessia's virginity is something I’ve made sure to preserve.
Knowing I’ll be the first to bury myself inside her cunt, to tear her open and make her scream, fills me with anticipation. I’ll fuck her until she’s raw, until every thrust leaves her aching, a constant reminder of the pain I can, and will, inflict. It’s a promise of what’s to come, a reminder that she belongs to me and no one else.
* * *
An hour later, I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting my bowtie. Anticipation thrums through my veins, a mixture of excitement and raw determination. This is the day I've been waiting for. Today, I prove to my father that I’m prepared to rule La Famiglia .
“Are you ready?” Antonio asks, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. His expression is carefully neutral, but I sense a hint of something lurking just below the surface.
“This is the moment I’ve been waiting for,” I respond, my voice thick with triumph.
He raises an eyebrow, his tone edged with skepticism. “I never realized you were so interested in marriage.”
“Marriage?” I scoff, turning to face him. “I don’t give a damn about the marriage. Today’s about proving to my father that I’m ready to become Capo.”
Antonio straightens. “Maybe you can put your career goals aside for today. For Alessia’s sake.”
“Put it aside?” I step toward him with deliberate slowness. “This is the start of a new era, Anton. I’ll be in control, and you’ll be by my side. Think of the things we’re going to accomplish.”
He watches me cautiously. “My father will be by your side for the foreseeable future.”
“For now,” I reply, lowering my voice conspiratorially. “But once I’m in charge, I’ll have the power to shape this family into something far more powerful than it is now.”
The thrill of the future takes root inside me, knowing that soon enough, the old guard’s days will be over. I can practically taste the power and control I’ll have. I won’t be taking orders from my father or his lackeys much longer. No, I’ll surround myself with men of my choosing—loyal, ambitious, and willing to do whatever it takes to bring my vision to life.
Antonio continues to watch me, but as usual, he doesn’t let his emotions show. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late,” he says, breaking the silence.
I grin, adjusting my jacket one last time. “Let’s get this over with,” I say, my voice cool and steady. I step out of the room, Antonio falling in behind me as we make our way toward the chapel.
A new era is dawning, and I’ll be the one holding all the cards.