Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“And what about his mother?”

“She is a busy woman. She handles the strip clubs and brothels”

That explained why she wasn’t around all the time, Rosana thought and heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness! At least she didn’t have to hear about Munika’s trust issues all the time.

“Enzo said I could trust them. Because they are family. But…” She paused and sighed, not knowing how to place the other words.

“There are more enemies in the family than you imagine, my dear. You have to be careful!”

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Rosana stood beside Enzo, wearing ear protection and eyewears as she watched him quietly. He was teaching her about different types of guns and their uses. He also showed her the different parts and how they worked.

Holding the pistol with both hands, he maintained a focused stance. “Sight alignment, breath control, trigger squeeze, those are the fundamentals”

The sound of gunfire echoed through the air and Rosana applauded when the bullet hit the target which was the bullseye. Enzo showed her how to hold a gun and also provided guidance and instructions.

“Keep your wrist firm and your sight aligned” Rosana did as instructed and fired controlled three-round bursts at the target. “Damn, how did you get that so fast?”

“I can handle a gun, my brother taught me” She replied and gave a faux smile. “I just need more practice, that is all”

Enzo was smart enough to notice the change in her expression. He didn’t ask questions and continued teaching her everything else she had to know. He set up timed shooting drills to stimulate high-pressure situations and also taught her how to reload a gun quickly.

Rosana didn’t have much difficulty because she had been taught before. When she was a kid, her brother used to steal their father’s gun and then they’d run into the woods together. It would be fun until they got caught by one of their father’s men and taken to their father.

Her brother always took the punishment. But no matter how hard it was, he always stole the gun again and dragged her into the woods with him. She smiled at the memories and sighed. That was years ago but it was still fresh in her memory like it happened yesterday.

“You need to focus” A deep voice spoke behind her. “Or you might end up getting killed”

Rosana turned immediately and froze when she saw Sergio standing behind her. He was so close and their bodies touched slightly. Quietly, he placed his hands on her small waist and pulled her closer to himself.

“You have to build muscle memory for quick and precise shooting.”

Controlling her breath, she tried not to be affected by him. She did as Enzo had instructed… Where the hell was he? She wondered. He had been there some minutes ago and now he was gone.

How the hell could she focus when they were this close? She wondered. She took off the ear protection and turned to look over her shoulder.

“You do not have to be this close. I am fine on my own”

“Messa a fuoco, Bambolina!” [Focus] He replied and moved his hands up to hers. Rosana looked ahead and wore back the ear protection, maintaining a focused stance. “Fire!”

She did as instructed and the bullet went straight to the bullseye. Sergio did not leave her as expected. He remained behind her, watching and providing her with guidance.

To her surprise, the session was peaceful. None of them tried to murder each other and it was only because she obeyed every instruction he gave. She didn’t even try to fight him or move away.

“I wish my brother was here to see how good I am at this,” Rosana said thoughtfully. “He would be so proud of me”

“Potrebbe ancora essere orgoglioso nella sua tomba” [He could still be proud in his grave]

Her eyes darkened after hearing his words. “Do not talk about him. You did not even know him!”

He chuckled lightly and it only infuriated her. “Ha lavorato per me. Him and your father so I know him very well” [He worked for me]

She turned immediately and hit him on the chest but he didn’t budge. There was something about the way he always spoke about her brother. And she didn’t like it. She didn’t even want him to talk about her Nino.

“You do not know sh*t about him so stop talking about him!”

“Or what?” He asked and walked closer to her. “What are you waiting for? You have a gun in your hand”

Rosana looked down at the gun which had been forgotten by her. She didn’t even consider using it on him, not because she was afraid. But because she didn’t want to. Despite all the things he had done to her, she never thought of killing or hurting him.

“I hate you!” She gritted out and threw the gun on the ground.

“I’d advise you choose your next words very carefully, Bambolina”

Rosana knew what was coming next. He was either going to punish her or kill her but she didn’t care. Instead, she blurted out. “Fuck you!”

“Adesso o dopo??” [Now or later?] He replied with a smile. Rosana knew that smile. It was no ordinary smile. It was a threat and there was something evil at the end of it.

“We could have a threesome!” Enzo said, walking in from behind. Rosana heaved in relief and turned to look at him. She was grateful for his sudden appearance. “Come on, brother, we have important business to discuss”

As they started walking away, Enzo looked behind his shoulder and winked at her. He had just saved her a*s.

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Munika walked out of her room and headed downstairs for a cup of coffee. She had been busy for the past few weeks and was barely around. But that doesn’t mean she did not get all the gossip at the end of the day.

Rosana had started training and was now good at fighting, all thanks to her son, Enzo. Sergio had not been with the Mistress in a long time, but she knew he would come around and their plan would eventually fall in place. Vicenta would get pregnant for him and give him an heir, thus weakening Rosana’s powers in the future.

She was also told that Rosana had a new friend, a confidant whom she always shared her secrets and troubles with. Thrice a week, they visited the library to read and also to discuss whatever. But what they didn’t know was what they talked about.

The library was a quiet place where Sergio went to study most of the time. No one was authorized to go in there except Carmencita who had volunteered to take care of it. And because of that, Sergio had permitted her to visit the place whenever she wanted to. Now, she was using it as a spot for all their secret conversations.

Such a wise old lady she was, Munika thought.

“What do you need, My Lady?” A maid rushed up to her and asked as she walked into the dining room.

“Your Lady?” She asked in return. The maid lowered her head and took a step backward. “I am not a Lady, I am a queen. My son is the Mafia King and I am the queen. Is that understood?”

“Yes, My… My queen!”

Munika angrily raised her hand and slapped her across the face. “You do not stutter when you speak to me!”

“I am sorry, my queen!”

“Now get lost!” She waved her hand in repulsion and walked away. “Tell the chief maid to bring me a cup of coffee immediately!”