Chapter-1🌜 Am I Getting Married.?
Zane's POV
"Who sent you here?" I asked this piece of shit of a man while lighting a cigarette, because I can't light him. Yet.
Just the thought of burning him alive, soothed that fire burning inside my body. Because I don't do cigarettes, I don't drink often.
This is my pleasure.
My addiction.
Oh boy the pleasure that I get from tormenting the fuckers entering my fucking territory, trying to terrorize my empire that I fucking made with my literal sweat and blood.
My passion, My Valentino Co.
And this man thinks he can just enter my company, be my P. A., and then try to forge my signatures, and even my fucking password, and he will figure this whole thing out?
I can't even describe, how foolish this whole planning was, it's either a really novice cunt who came up with this bullshit or a fucking genius, who is doing this to deviate my attention.
And let me tell you, if it's the latter, they might even succeed, because I am not letting this fucker go that easily.
His death is decided, but he won't get it that fast.
"I am asking you this one-fucking-last-time, if you don't tell me who sent you here, and keep doing this ugly ass crocodile tears show, I'll personally castrate you and then burn your asshole with HCl, and I would do it slow, enjoying every second of it.
" I told him, throwing all of the vulgar shit with a voice like butter on a pan. Calm and composed.
Although my brain is quite the opposite. I fucking hate liars.
"I-I don't-" he tried again.
"Shut the fuck up, and only speak when it's something of my use, your voice is pathetic." I said with disgust.
My manager just entered while I'm in this 'meeting', "Sir, your dad asked you to come home" she paused, waiting for my affirmation to continue. I nodded.
"Your wedding is finalized."
And that made me pause, my blood lust almost leaving, filling me with uncertainty.
But what can I say, it's my life.
"Get him over with, remember, castration, HCl, and then feed his ugly body to pigs" I said, while already making my way outside.
'Ugh, I need a change of clothing, his germs would have definitely infected me' I thought and made my way to my closet in the office apartment.
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"Belladonnas don't struggle like pedestrians. We take. We fight. We succeed." That's what my dad says
If you could call doing every dark crime known in the books of law and order, business..then yeah it's my family's extra business...
We are The Belladonnas, the biggest mafia group in whole fucking Italy, now set up in NYC.
Do I like my family's this side of the business? No
But do I care? No
Because I have seen that stuff going on, for all my life. Hell, like or not, it's my life. Even if in some scenarios, like this one, I want to escape and just fuck it all, my dad won't let me.
Being the eldest Belladonna twin, it's my duty to serve the family, to do everything my dad says, because I was raised for this.
And also, I can't leave her...My mom.
She loves me way too much that she won't be able to live if her son left. She won't be able to survive my dad..
And call me a "Mumma's boy" at 24, but I won't be able to live without her either, because leaving her means leaving her for forever.
Leaving the only person who ever loved me behind.
Once I cut my family off, it would be for forever.
I would be dead for my family, and possibly dead for real too.
So why complicate stuff? I have been living this way for 24 years, I can live more.
.
And as if, I have any other reasons to try for, I am single as sun, no other star with me, some planets roam around, sure, but none of them come closer to me than that.
Closer to my heart than that. Because they would burn.
They won't survive me.
I am not made for love, I am an evil person who kills people, torments people for living.
My work is my life.
And my heart is buried deep inside, that it won't come out.
It shouldn't, because if it did...I would be destroyed, I can't be soft. I have to be the ruthless mafioso that my dad made out of me.
Although that doesn't mean, I don't have any experience or I am not aware of my preferences.
I do and I am.
I have been with girls, but did I like it?
Previous me would have said, "fuck yeah, tits and pussy are everything!
" in that proud heterosexual voice, objectifying women like a coward and all.
Well now...well let's just say, neither of them is my thing, I am more of a flat chested, leanly muscular kinda guy. And that combo should have a cock, and a nice ass...urm basically a man.
So the moral of the story is, I know I am gay, in fact too gay.
Have you heard of a gay mafioso? Most of you haven't, because it's next to impossible.
Mafias are not gay, they are not allowed to be gay.
There's way too much homophobia ingrained to their souls, that they won't even think about swinging that way.
Getting called slurs would be the least of concerns for a gay man in our society. He would be brutally "roughen-up", to make a man out of him. And sometimes even served to death, if your tormentors are feeling like murder.
And that...that was enough to tell me, that there's no place for my homosexuality here, I don't care about people, but I knew, just saying fuck you to them all, won't end in my favour.
Although my family knows it too...not voluntarily of course..
Because I never came out, but they just found out.
And it..it didn't end well. But now at least with some scars on my body, and my dad's, "fuck whatever sissy you want, untill it doesn't affect my business. Keep it lowkey. I won't tolerate my heir to be a weak fag."
Apparently my dad believes in, out of sight out of mind.
So I kept it next to lowkey, because being the heir of something like this...I can't be gay ..I can't be weak in front of my people, according to my dad at least.
But then why, is he willingly getting me married to another man?!
Where's the whole keep it lowkey?
Where's the don't-be-weak??
Where's the fucking I won't tolerate my heir to be a spineless-fag???
Oh yeah, my dad doesn't do anything without any reason.
Without any profit.
But can I question him? No, at least since the night he found out I'm gay.
Which I don't like to talk about much.
Don't get me wrong, he wasn't soft earlier either, but now...he is harder than ever, questioning is a sign of weakness, so all I can hope for is that my mom knows...
And that brings me here on her door. I knocked, in a manner that's completely mine, three consecutive knocks with the exact amount of intervals in between, not harsh, just to show my presence.
"Mum" I said gently, "can I come in?"
"Aww Zaney, how many times have I told you, keep that professionalism out of my door, when we are alone? I am your mother, gentleman!" this 5'5" lady scolded me, with so much love in her voice.
I made my way inside my parents' obnoxiously well-designed room. The whole house's decor and interior was done by mom herself, seeing she is a renowned Interior Designer, worldwide.
"I know, just making sure.." I didn't have to complete it.
"Hmm, I need to ask you something"
My mom became tense and there's so much unspoken tension in the air, I don't even need to complete, but still, "Do you know why dad is getting me married to Mr. Maxwell's son?"
My mom sighed, "Oh hun..."
"I wish I could tell you .
..but" she looked away and I saw her always cheery interior breaking.
My mom is the kind of lady you would expect to be the kindest at a party, she would never be one of those nosey aunts that would ask a million questions a second.
She is just reserved like that...
But that doesn't mean she is not expressive, she is, but just to the ones she likes.
And if you are one of them... she would be the most patient and lovely woman you would ever see.
But this look..this look on her face is telling me, something is bothering her...
"What is it mom?"
"Hun it's just...your dad has been... distant lately." She is still not looking my way. "So he doesn't talk about that stuff...or anything."
"B-But I heard Vance discussing something with him, something like this is for business, I don't know the exact reason"
Vance... definitely not a good sign.
"But do you know, like how's dad magically okay with me being gay now?" I said, I don't know there was this tiniest amount of hope in my voice, the tiniest, that I didn't even know existed.
My mom came forward and hugged me, her hugs are the best, I feel like that little child and not a man with responsibilities.
.
"Oh my sweet Zane... Always looking out for others, and just..
"
She didn't complete, and I felt tears running down her face and her slightest sob.
"Working way too hard, being the eldest son, having the responsibility of the family and always the first one to. ..to getting used for the family..."
"I-I wish I could change that son..." she hugged me harder, "Even if your dad doesn't accept, please just know I do son." she said.
And I know she loves me, she accepts me, and that's why, ...I can't leave.
She pulled away thinking about the answer to my question.
"He isn't... But he loves money way too much to think about that. Moreover it was Vance's idea to offer a groom, Maxwell agreed, but he asked...for you."
For me? And also..
Vance? The fuck....
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