Eliana’s POV
Eliana’s POV
After two weeks as Nico’s wife, I was using my position however I could.
I was sleeping with a few of his men, but only the ones who would feed me information.
I needed to know all I could about Nico so there were no surprises.
One of the guys, Sonny, was very willing to give me information.
While I was giving him a blowjob, he told me information about Nico’s family.
I had heard rumors, but I got more information than I had before.
Nico had a mother who had somehow managed to weasel her way into Edoardo Cattaneo, Don Giovanni’s Second’s, bed.
But it wasn’t what it was all cracked up to be since Edoardo’s wife Alegra had apparently been a bitch to Nico and allowed her sons to treat him like shit.
I wasn’t really a fan of Nico the person, just what he could offer, but I was starting to realize he had been handed a shit situation because of his mother, father, and father’s wife.
No wonder why he appeared to be such a dick.
He wasn’t bad to me. We fucked around a few times and it was pretty good.
Not amazing, but not awful either. Other than that first time when he pulled out and cummed on my back, he always wore a condom.
I appreciated that. I didn’t want a fucking baby.
Now or later. If I had married Maximo or Dominic, I would have totally gone with the baby trap plan for them.
Have nannies to watch them and raise the babies. All that shit.
I kept in contact with my sister through text messages. Basically, just letting them know I was living the high life. It wasn’t spectacular, but it wasn’t bad. I got to spend money when I wanted, how I wanted. Carina was neutral with me as always. Serafina seemed to think it was cool.
After one of our fuck sessions, Nico said he would not touch my sister ever again. I appreciated it. Not that I cared about him fucking her, but I didn’t need her to use that against me for any reason, and I wouldn’t put it past her to do just that.
When one of the bitches who was fucking Nico and his men tried to use his money to buy herself shit, I put her in her fucking place.
After a week of being the wife, this bitch Casey, tried to get one of the black cards from Leo.
I had overheard it, approached them and told Leo, “She’s not his wife.
She doesn’t get shit.” I had turned to her, daring her to argue with me.
I had no problems putting hands on her. I had smacked another bitch for touching my shit.
Put her dirty little prints on my favorite wine glass.
Told her if she wanted one, go buy her own with her own damned money.
Casey had tried to come at me, but I slapped her hard across the face, grabbed her by her overly bleached blond hair, and slapped her some more while holding her by her hair.
The bitch was too skinny so it didn’t take much for me to overpower her.
It didn’t help that her boobs were so big they looked like inflated balloons.
Leo was about to intervene when I gave him a look that clearly said, ‘don’t get involved.’
I had not been an aggressive person before coming to Nico’s.
Yes, I got into verbal fights with women, hell even men sometimes, but up to this point I had never been physically aggressive.
These bitches made me feel like a stronza pazza.
I wasn’t jealous or possessive over Nico.
They could have him. I was possessive over the money and my status in this place.
Once I let Casey go, she screamed at me. “You crazy bitch.”
I smiled at her. “Fuck off, puttana. This is my place.”
“You’re only his wife on paper, you cunt whore.”
I went back at her and slapped her again. “Wife on paper means more than puttana in the sheets.” I glared at her. “Want to keep testing me?”
She had been smart and backed off. She made sure never to come around when I was around. And the men learned not to talk about her around me. I could tell Leo found me amusing. It was a damned shame he was off-limits because he was un bell’uomo.
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I finally had an opportunity to put Serena Sanchez in her place, stupid bitch.
Near the end of the second week of being married, I was out at one of the local night clubs.
I was drinking with my sister, Serafina.
We were not best friends, or even that close really, but she and I could get along.
Better than Carina and I or even Carina and Serafina.
Serafina liked to party, and I was okay with that for the most part.
I had noticed when Serena made her way to our side of the club, but I was choosing to ignore her.
I knew she liked to start shit with women.
If she tried starting something with me, I would be sure to finish it.
I had heard that the bitch tried to hook up with Nico again only a few days ago.
Sonny told me Nico told her to fuck off and was blocked from the grounds.
So I knew I had some power if Nico turned her away.
If he was still fucking her, I would have to put up with her shit to some degree, but I won’t have to.
Apparently he was pissed that she turned him down to be in an alliance with him. Her loss, my gain.
Serafina at one point made a motion, catching my eye, so I made eye contact with her when she mouth ‘puttana in coming.’ I rolled my eyes, but smirked at her.
Bring it on, bitch!
I felt someone bump me a bit hard from behind. No she fucking didn’t!
I turned to see a smug Serena. She was pretty, but her attitude made her ugly.
She was tall and thin, and normally dressed like a socialite.
But tonight she looked more like a hooker with her short pink leather skirt that probably barely covered her ass from my viewpoint, and a skin tight shirt that made her boobs look ridiculous.
It was funny that people talked shit about Serena’s sister, Sophie, but after a gala event after marrying Dominic, word spread that Sophie looked more fuckable than Serena.
She tried to sound cool as she had to shout over the loud music playing. “Well look who’s here. Nico’s little bitch wife.”
I looked her over with a disgusted look on my face, making her face pinch up. I heard Serafina laugh.
“What the fuck you laughing at, puttana?”
Even though my sister and I were not that close, I didn’t like this bitch talking to her like that.
I lifted my head to look Serena straight in the eye, “Don’t speak to my sister like that. And who here is really the puttana? You gave a married guy a fucking STD you, skank hoe.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “That wasn’t me, you bitch!”
I laughed, “Oh yes it was. And I heard that’s one of the reasons why Dominic chose your sister.” I continued to stare her down, looking smug now.
She came closer, raising her hand at me, drawing even more attention around us, but I moved quicker, and slapped her hard across the face, making her face whip to the side.
Without waiting for her to gain her composure, I grabbed her by her hair, and began dragging her towards one of the side exit doors.
People stared, but generally moved out of my way. Once I got to the door I pushed it open while she was still trying to get out of my grip. I had moved fast so she couldn’t gain her footing.
Before shoving her off, I said, “You lost any chance of getting in good. Fucked up with Dominic and Nico. Good job, you dumb cunt.”
I made sure the door closed between us and walked back to the table with my sister. She looked shocked.
I shrugged. “What? Not like she didn’t deserve it.”
Serafina laughed and raised her drink.
“To queen bitches!”
I laughed and raised my drink. “Queen bitches.”
I had made the right choice.