Join Ava Sophie Marcus on her journey of being the MAFIA DON's wife. Ava is your regular twenty almost twenty-one year old girl, she lived with her mom, a verbally abusive father and her two younger siblings in a small town just outside Seattle. She's the perfect description of beauty, unknowly to her though or she just won't admit it. Like they said every girl had their own fantasy sequences, Ava not excluded. She always dream her Prince charming will come and sweep off her feet, not that she would say it out loud. But what would she do when the Don of all Mafia wants her to be his wife in exchange for her father's debt, would she be able to cope with been the Don's wife? or not. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear. Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he has everything any woman would dream of. devilishly handsome face, insanely awesome body women crave for. lavishly rich.a multi-billionaire, almost a trillionaire if not already a trillionaire. He always got what he wants and no one, absolutely no one to question or stop him. even the government respect and fear him, FBI steer clear from him because everyone is under him.He's a second God.He kills ruthless. What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife.Will he have his way? Answer is, yes of course. without a fight I might add.Read to know more
View MoreZoey p.o.vMy eyes are closed as instructed as Hannah, the makeup artist Marco booked to cake me up for today's event. Tons and layers of concealer, foundation, contour and all other things involved in the perfect glam make up look. Or the celebrity look, as she claimed to give me, the look that will have people stop and stare and drop dead. I crack a small smile, Hannah is a friendly person. She would make her client warm up to her, and engage them in a conversation to keep the vibe flowing. “We are almost done....." She gave my face one final touch. “And done!”She exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Can I open my eyes now?” I seek her permission, she had strictly requested me to not open my eyes until she is done. “Yes.” She gave her permission. I slowly open my eyes, only to flinch as my eyes wasn't used to the brightness in the room. “And the Queen.” Hannah said dramatically. I was stunned my new look, use to do make on myself before, but Hannah threw me of
Writer p.o.vAs the warm afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, Zoey and Marco lay lazily on the bed. The remnants of their delicious lunch still lingered on their lips, and a comfortable silence enveloped them. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise chaotic lives.Zoey turned her head to look at Marco, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Marco,” she began, her voice soft and gentle, “Why did you choose to break up over telling me what was going on?”Marco's gaze shifted from the ceiling to meet Zoey's eyes. He took a deep breath, his mind flooded with memories of that painful time. “Zoey, I made a terrible mistake,” he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. “Back then, I was young and my power over the situation was limited, breaking up with you was the only way I could have done to drag the attention from you.” Marco, pissed by the memories, his mind replaces the event and how broken and vulnerable Zoey was then.He cursed
Zoey POVSilence. Silence. It has been silent for a while now, unusual quiet. No drama, no chaos, nothing but silence. I don't wish for the chaos and bloodbath, but it's expected in the mafia life. Two whole weeks of total silence, that I'm even scared. Scared of the unknown, the unknown danger lurking in the dark waiting to catch us off guard, or rather take me unaware. Because I'm sure Marco and the rest of his family are always prepared for whatever comes there. I am not, mentally I'm not ready. I may have known the kind of lifestyle they lived, but nothing can prepare me enough. This silence, and the uneasiness in my gut, is telling me that it's the calm before the storm. The sound of a gunshot brought me but to present. Camilla took off her headset and turn to face me. “Zoey, you seem distracted, are you okay?” She asked concerned. I've been drifting away with my thoughts today, I shook my head at her. “I'm fine.” I respond. “Are you sure? We can take a break if you'd
Zoey p.o.v“Marco.” I called harshly, slamming the door after me. Marco wasn't fazed by my out burst or the deafening sound from the door. He took his sweet time giving me his front profile, and raised an eyebrow at me. Which pisses me. “What?” His voice was soft and tonic, but at the same time authoritative. I pursed my lips into a thin line, I wasn't all that angry anymore. I don't know how it happened, I just found myself less angry. Nonetheless, I still want to throw tantrums. “Why are they moving my stuff.” I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper. It wasn't as firm as I hoped for. His gaze lazily swept over my body, causing a familiar sensation to crawl over my skin. “Zoey.” He called daringly. His says something else while his lips say the opposite. “I asked them to, is there a problem?” He frowned. “Yes, there is.” I fired back. “Oh…. Really? Where is it.” He teased. “I didn't permit anyone to move my stuff.”“You don't have to, I did. You are my woman, and you
Marco p.v.o“I'm going up to freshen up, I reek of that bitch's blood. Be gone with your women before I come down.” I teased my dad and uncle, knowing fully that they can't do shit when it comes to those women. They are practically whipped, and so am I. Complete head over heel for my woman, I think loving our women fiercely runs in the family. “Try telling them yourself.” Uncle hissed at me, I laughed at the expression on their faces. Making my way up the stairs, I stopped when a maid was scurrying away, scared of my presence, obviously. She was petite, and looked fragile and naive. Maybe one of the older maid's daughter, recently introduced to the work. “You.” I called out to her, freezing her into a statue. I saw her trembling, obviously thinking she had done something wrong. “Turn around.” I instructed. She didn't move, trembling even further like I was holding a gun to her head. “Don't make me repeat myself.” I hissed, getting irritated. I'm not a beast, I don't harm the inno
Marco p.o.vThe car ride back home was tensed, whenever I reaching for Zoey she flinched like I'm dangerous. Yes, I am a dangerous and vicious man to the world, I could kill without batting an eyelash. But I would die before a hair on her head gets hurt, I won't fucking harm her. In fact, I would destroy anything that poses like a threat to her. The second she came down from the car, she raced to the door to escape me. She has another think coming her way if she thinks she can escape me. “The hell is wrong with you.” I had her trapped between the door she just burst through and myself. “Let me go.” She demanded, but I'm having none of it. I'm fucking tired of the cat and mouse chase. “Let go of me.” Zoey hissed, irritated, I was getting pissed. We were fine before we went to the brothel, what made her this angry. “I won't fucking let go, not until you tell me who pissed you off.” I equally hissed. “You've been distance since we came back from the brothel, you even flinched when
Marco p.o.vI clenched my fists, and struggles to keep my body from shaking in anger. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension. My heart pounds in my chest, an unsteady rhythm of frustration. I am pissed, seething with rage that threatens to consume me, but I held back, restraining myself. We are currently in my office in the brothel, a place I didn't want to establish. It was this bitch's idea to build it, with reasons that it could both be a cover-up for some of my business, while does her thing. Her eyes swiftly flickered to my clenched fist, before quickly averted her gaze to my face. I watched as she shifts uncomfortable in her seat, I smirked inwardly. “You don't seem too happy to see me.” She purred in what could be a seductive tone, but sounded like a wounded cow to me. The anger I was trying so hard to suppress, threatens to erupt like a volcano. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath trying to find solace as I imagined Zoey's smiling face. Slowly, the ten
Zoey p.o.vWe've been on the road for a few minutes now, and I'm curious to know where exactly it is we are going to. “So, where are we going to exactly?” I broke the silence, as I adjusted slightly in Marco's arms to get a look at his face. His large arm was around my waist like a ring, trapping me. “A brothel.” He replied distinctively, his focus wasn't on me, it was on something else or better said someone else. A specific Angela. He was so tense, and restless. “Yes, I knew that.” I heard his buddy telling him that at the hospital. “like is it some kind of mafia slang or an actual brothel?”“A brothel as in a real brothel where prostitutes get paid to have sex with a client.” At his response, I fell silent for a while. “Oh! I didn't know you had one of those, strip club that I'm aware of but a brothel?” I was baffled, disappointed even. But who am I to tell him what to do. Before Marco could reply, the car rode to a stop in front of an old modern single - story building. Th
Zoey p.o.v“Get out.” Marco hissed. “Huh…. Sir?” she faltered, I was also caught off-guard. “I won't repeat myself again, out.” He barked, startling the fragile looking nurse. She didn't have to be told twice, she bolts out of the room scared. Tension hangs in the air, suffocating to breathe. Neither Luciano nor Matthew wants to break the silence, concerned not to annoy Marco further. “Marco, you need to take it easy, and you need to take your health seriously.” I said, breaking the silence. “You've not fully recovered yet, and you have to allow her to do her job. You've chased every nurse assigned to you, why?” “I don't need her, I have you with me.” He stood up and came to me. He lifts me up with ease and occupy my place then dropped me on his lap. “I'm not the professional here, she is, and you need her more at the moment. So please cooperate with them, so you can get back on your feet.” I scolded him. “Fuck that.” He simply dismissed me, and buried his face in my boobs. Oh
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